Summary: For once she desired to have some excitement in her life—she glared, "You're an asshole." He smirked, "And you're hot." She raised an eyebrow, "What I thought we were naming the obvious, here." (TBD)
Rating: T
Story: Just another preview first chapter to see if anyone is interested.
Two stories down! Two to go!
Whole Lotta Love
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Best Mistake?
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Aislinn-Black
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It started with a party—yes, the typical cliché party where everyone is drunk; where people are making out in the corner, where people get high in the bathrooms, where people grinded hard against each other. And since Lucy was friends with Gray, the guy who was friends with the host, she was automatically invited. His friend came up with the idea of throwing a party the weekend before the first day of school—to have like a "last shebang." as he called it.
Honestly, she shouldn't even be here. Instead, she should be at Levy's: watching romance movies, like she told her dad she was.
"Here," Gray said holding out a red solo cup for her, "It looks like you could use a drink."
Lucy eyed the drink, "Thanks." She said skeptically accepting the cup, without thinking she downed the drink, the brown liquid burning her throat making her scrunch her face up in disgust. "I don't know how you can even drink that." Lucy commented as she watched Gray take a sip out of his without even so much as a flinch.
Gray smirked, "You get used to it."
The girl flinched when Gray gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "It's a party, relax."
Lucy shoved the boy away, "I know." She glared. Gray knew that Lucy wasn't big on parties, hell she didn't like going to any school activities—and she was a senior and yet she hasn't been to a dance and this was her first real party; those shitty kid birthday parties don't count. It wasn't like she wasn't invited to things, in fact, Lucy had countless of invitations to things, she just never bothered to go.
Lucy moved the loose blonde strand out of her face and stared at the raven-haired boy beside her. He was just so carefree. Gray leaned against the counter—shirtless like always because he had a stripping habit as she liked to call it.
"Maybe I do need to loosen up." Lucy thought.
"You know what, Gray you're right!"
"I know I am."
"I'm going to have fun for once!" Lucy declared snatching the red solo cup out of his hand.
"Good for yo—hey!" Gray cried, but his cry was drowned out during the beat of the song and went unheard because Lucy was already making her way inside the kitchen to get more.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah why wouldn't I? Just because I have to sit here and watch my boyfriend make out with his gorgeous, intelligent, blue-eyed, super nice girlfriend—that bitch. But that's alright because I am okay. I am more than okay, I am fan-fucking-tastic!"
"Lucy, that's not even your boyfriend—you don't even have a boyfriend."
"Of course he is my boyfriend!"
Gray raised his eyebrow, "Oh really, then what's his name?"
The shirtless boy bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing as he watched Lucy furrow her eyebrows while she thought of her alleged boyfriend's name.
"C...Cam-Cameron, that's his name. Cameron!" Lucy declared, before narrowing her brown eyes. "Just what kind of game is he playing here? He thinks he can make me jealous by making out with some random girl, huh? HUH?!"
Gray scooted back, "Yes...?" He said, unsure of himself.
"Well he's WRONG! Two can play it this game." The spitfire blonde stood up and stomped her way into the crowd, purposely bumping into "Cameron."
"Lucy!" Gray cried, "Lucy!"
Note to self, never let Lucy get drunk. Ever.
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After scanning the entire crowd, her eyes locked on her target. He wasn't alone, in fact, he was dancing with a girl suggestively, but honestly the alcohol had clouded her judgment so she didn't give a damn. But before going over there, Lucy appreciated his great looks. In height he was maybe about six foot with a lean body and steel-cutting jawline. He was just crushingly handsome with his unnatural messy rose-coloured locks that gave him that legendary just-got-out-of-bed sexy look.
He was gorgeous, and drunk Lucy wanted him.
So without hesitation, Lucy walked over to where he was and tapped him on the shoulder. The rose-haired boy turned around and Lucy found herself lost in his light green eyes which swirled with confusion—Lucy cupped the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers and without wasting a second she brought his lips to hers.
Lucy found herself lost in the honeysuckle taste of his lips.
At first he was frozen, probably from shock but then she felt him kiss back. His arms snaked around her waist, while one calloused hand cupped the back of her neck and the other one went down to grab a firm hold on her butt. While Lucy's fingers danced through his soft messy locks. The girl whom he had been messing with was forgotten. The guy who was allegedly her boyfriend and named Cameron was forgotten, the party around her was forgotten.
The hottie's kisses started to get harder and rougher and Lucy kissed back even hungrier—desiring to have more of him.
Lucy was the first to pull away. Breathing heavily, she stared into his eyes, "Do that again." She demanded. Do what again, exactly, she was the one who initiated the kiss. But once again, she captured him in a searing, hot, kiss, hands gripping onto his t-shirt.
Lucy groaned as the sunlight hit her eyes. Lucy grabbed the blanket and threw it over her head to try and stop the harsh light from blinding her. Why was her head pounding so much?
Then she felt the bed move and heard it groan and suddenly the thing that was restricted around her waist pulled her closer.
What the-?
Lucy was too afraid to turn around so she tried to wiggly herself free, tremblingly. "Stop moving." The sleepy voice grumbled.
Brown eyes widened like saucers and she focused around her surroundings. The walls were a light blue and there were posters of bands and movies and even a guitar on the wall. This. Was. Not. Her room.
Suddenly the blanket around her felt really cold and she wondered why—but when she checked, she couldn't help but gasped. Lucy wasn't wearing any clothes, not even underwear, she was naked—and someone was in this bed with her.
Oh, no no no. Lucy yanked the blanket and wrapped it around her body, panicking. She was naked. In bed. With some stranger. She had lost her virginity. To a stranger.
Lucy stood up and braced herself to take a look at the person whom she slept with. But sadly when Lucy took a step, she took a step on the blanket, tripped and fell flat on her face.
Then she heard a voice—
—A guy's laughter.
Lucy shot up and there she saw him: handsome green-eyed, pink-haired boy in the bed. He stared at her amusingly with a smirk playing on his lips. Out of all the men in the world, he had to be the one who took her virginity?
The blonde looked over him, yes his body was great, nice abs, hips, and—and—her face turned red. Good grief he was naked. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON YOU PERVERT!" Lucy cried covering her face with her hands.
She heard the bed shift while he scoffed, "You weren't complaining last night."
Oh fuck.
"W-what happened?"
"You can look now."
She removed her hands and inwardly sighed in relief when she saw that he had boxers on. "What. Happened?" Lucy repeated.
He grinned at her lazily, "You don't remember a thing don't you?" Lucy was silent. "I kinda figured you would be a virgin, so I wasn't really surprised, I felt honoured to take it." How, how dare he talk like that. "Anyway," He ran his hand through his already messy hair, "You came up to me, forced your tongue down my throat—"
"Oh, gods." Lucy felt her face heat up again, "Did I really do that?"
The rose-haired boy nodded, "You did, something about wanting to make your boyfriend, jealous?"
Boyfriend? What was he talking about, she didn't have a boyfriend.
He rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed her arm yanking her back to him. He pinned her underneath him, weight all on her and kissed her shoulder. "Oh, Lucy." It didn't dawn her that he knew her name, instead she was more focused on his solid body on her.
"Gods, you're heavy."
"You didn't mind last night." He commented kissing her neck.
He was just lucky he couldn't see Lucy's glare of death. "Get off me." She breathed.
"Why?" He asked whispering huskily into her ear, "Doesn't this turn you on?" He questioned as he rolled his hips on her own, pleasure shot up from her spine and she felt herself shiver. This was so wrong, so why wasn't she trying harder to push him away?
His fingers slid down her body, caressing her breast, tickling her tummy, and tracing his finger against her core. Lucy arched and moaned, the pleasure adding as he continued to suck on her neck.
Maybe she could be bad just this once.
There we go, first chapter/preview. I'd love to know your thoughts if I should continue are not. I hope everyone had a good father's day, even if your father isn't on this earth anymore, he will always be remembered. Please have a fantastic day, and remember: YOU ARE LOVED!
—Aislinn-Black
