This drabble is the sad victim of watching Eurotrip one too many times and incorportating certain elements into the clichéd drunk, New Year's Even part. Enjoy.

Warning: Lemon and citrus, oh my.


"What the Fuck Did I Do Last Night?"

With the alcohol burning in her veins she wasn't quite sure of the frenzied way she moved as he pressed his hot lips to her bare collar bone. She was well aware of the drunken singing of Auld Lang Syne just beyond the partially closed the door of the bedroom that there were currently occupying and knew that she should have been a little concerned at the possibility that someone would drunkenly stumble into the room, thinking it was available, but…it was really…

Oh…by Esca—Oh Escaflowne!

She gave up trying to form any type of coherent thought or try to string together actual words to voice her concern, when that tongue and­—Oh God—those teeth nipped at her sensitive skin. She was hardly even aware of the slight chill in the room that made her breasts tighten and certainly didn't notice just when exactly her shirt had been removed.

It was hardly anytime at all before she was reduced to a moaning, whimpering pile of goo. Her slender fingers wrapped around his muscled biceps and she was unable to do anything but feel.

As he slid into her, she broke apart at the sensations and could only wonder—by the battle god—how such an arrogant man could be so talented. It felt as if his mouth was in two different places at once.

"Oh, God!"

XXX

Hitomi knew that something was more then just slightly amiss when she woke up the following morning—her head pounding something fierce—when instead of the low, soothing chorus of Adiemus that served as her alarm clock she was instead woken by an ungodly, blaring curse of a sound. Her hand reached nothing but fabric, and she groaned. Bloody hell, if she was on this side of the bed then that meant most of the covers were thrown off. Giving a sound that was a cross between a groan and a moan, she buried her head into the pillow and tried to shut the horrid beeping alarm and the insistent pounding that was the result of too much to drink.

"Looks like the princess is awake." It was only then, when she could feel a source of heat that had nothing to do with the blankets and realized that the persistent alarm had finally stopped she actually registered the strong arm that was wrapped all too securely around her waist. It was only when she pulled rather firmly against a strong body—Well, she thought, it looks like someone is happy to see me—that she also became aware of the body heat coming from the other side of her.

Oh. Good. God.

When she looked over at recognized the messy silver hair, crimson eyes, and pale skin with tiny criss-crossing scars that her brain promptly went and died. As the vice captain of the county kendo team, Dilandau Albatou was fairly well built matched alongside a honed temper, and was quite frequently a victim of the damnable gossip mills. Personally, Hitomi had always thought him to be a bit scrawny and there was an oddness about him that she couldn't quite name. It had nothing to do with the madness that was rumored to be inherent in his Zaibachian bloodline, but it was rather something that could be more than a little uncomfortable.

She knew that he was a hot-blooded male, and had been a victim of his groping on more then one occasion. The rumors in the Gaean Institution for Academnce was that he was the only one who could possibly try to compete with Allen for the role of most arrogant tail chaser. Having knowing him since the Albatou had left the disease ridden lands of Zaibach to settle in one of the border towns that separated Fanelia from Asturia she knew that Dilandau was quite gifted in sating certain…hungers.

However, she didn't think either Allen or Dilandau came close to being the most arrogant man in the Institution.

"Shut up."

Those strong fingers flexed against the soft skin of her flat, and quite bare, stomach. Blunt nails scraped lightly against her skin and she had to bite hard on her lip to keep from moaning at the sensation that left her skin tingling.

Even as something hard pressed against her thigh Hitomi found herself really not wanting to look up, and the heated, almost amused, look in Dilandu's eyes certainly was not helping. Quite frankly she wanted to do nothing but shriek and wrap the blankets around her until every inch of skin was hidden from those leering eyes, but that firm hand was quite effectively preventing her from moving.

She really hoped that the calloused pads of those fingers had nothing to do with kendo.

It was with great reluctance and fighting off the butterfly feeling in her belly that Hitomi was able to force herself to look up at the man who held her. When he was glowering at Dilandau.

Oh, bloody hell.

She didn't care if Millerna was royalty or not she was going to kill that blonde twit the next time she saw her. Both her and Allen, although she had little to almost no contact with the Asturian princess's on again, off again, lover last night she had a suspicion that both of those two were the cause of her current situation.

In an attempt to fight off the growing panic that was building in her chest—and rather thankful that she had a thin sheet to preserve some of her modesty—Hitomi allowed herself to study his face.

Those cinnamon-brown eyes were dark and fairly murderous, and she rather hated herself for the sudden urge to brush away the unruly dark bangs that fell over his face. She had to curl her hands into fists to resist the urge.

Of all the people it had to be, why was it Van Fanel?

The second heir to the Fanelian throne and one of the most arrogant men she had ever met. There were times that she fancied that he considered himself to be her own personal stalker. She had never had any illusions about his intentions. After all he was nothing more then a spoilt, prideful prince, and she had wounded that pride during his first day at the institution.

He had sought to make her life hell ever since then, and Hitomi wasn't quite certain how it was that she suddenly found herself in his bed.

Just how drunk had she been last night?

Van looked down at her, and her breath caught when the thing poking at her incessantly seemed to grow…harder.

She didn't need to look in a mirror to know that her face was scarlet.

"I don't know about you," Dilandau's purring voice jolted Hitomi out of her embarrassment. Her skin tingled ever so slightly at the sensuous way he was caressing the sheets, "but I had quite a bit of fun last night."

She shivered and was suddenly very grateful for Van's presence even though she had no bloody clue how she was going to be able to face him after this.

"Shall we continue?" His eyes were predatory and both Hitomi and Van shivered in a way that had nothing to do with desire.

This is probably as close to a lemon as I have ever gotten. I hope everyone enjoyed it.

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