Dark. Cold. Guilty.
Those three words was what a certain boy of long-gone Briarwood was feeling as he lay in a bed. Not his girlfriend's bed, not his-someone else's.
He gave a start as a stunning girl-who was, by the way, half-naked-walked into the room, her hips swaying from side to side.
"Helloooooo, Chrissie!" she shrieked, throwing her arms in the air while the towel wrapped around her torso threatened to fall off; of course, not that it wasn't anything the girl-dubbed "Chrissie" had seen before.
"Wasn't last night just… marvelous?" she gushed, spinning around and collapsing on top of his lap.
"Yeah, just marvelous," "Chrissie" grunted. He pushed her off of him, walking around in the dark.
"What's wrong, Chris?" the girl pouted, straightening. She flashed a blinding white grin. "Or should I say, Sirk?" she giggled, leaning too far to one side and falling over onto the bed.
Chris closed his eyes, feeling the sudden cold as it washed over him. He was so sick and tired of her infatuation with saying names backwards. "Say, why don't you show me what you learned last night?" he said mischievously, his eyes lighting up.
"Of course, Chris," the girl replied, sitting up and stretching out a leg. "Now, come up here beside me…"
She had no need to continue. Chris jumped onto the bed with a belly flop, eagerness spreading over his face.
Chris leaned up close to her face, breathing heavily and recoiled. "God, your breath stinks!" he cried, waving a sun-browned hand in front of his face, trying to block the woman of his affair's vodka-laced breath.
She pouted, eyes drooping sadly. "But Chris," she said, giving him the saddest look she could muster up, "I only had one drink!"
As if, he thought inwardly, and looked her in the eye-"Go get some mouthwash!"
The girl frowned. "Fine, but I'm not showing you what I did tonight!" she said, stamping her bare foot in mock frustration.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Gimme the vodka," he said, standing up and holding out his hand. Fawn let out a sigh, letting her blonde hair flop into her eyes as she slouched into the bathroom and retrieved her hidden stash of the alcohol.
"Here you go," said Fawn glumly as she dropped the half-empty vodka bottle and two glass cups into Chris's waiting hands.
"Perfect!" Chris exclaimed, cradling the bottle like a long-lost child. "Now we can get wasted together."
Fawn's face took on an extremely confused look. "But I thought you didn't like the smell?" she said, crinkling her eyebrows.
Chris held back a heaving sigh-wait, why'd he do that? He had to admit, she did have a point… he shrugged it off and filled a cup up. "Cheers," he said, filling the other to the brim and putting one in Fawn's hand. He clinked his to hers and simultaneously, they tipped the glasses back into their mouths.
Chris wiped his mouth, feeling the aftershock. "Let's have more," Fawn suggested, her eyes glinting. Chris couldn't hold back. Her perky B-Cups were staring him in the face as the towel had slipped off.
He grabbed her by the waist and attacked her glossy mouth while she slipped her hands behind his head. Fawn detached her mouth from Chris's and breathed into his ear, "One last night together?"
"Over my dead body," he grunted in reply.
Fawn shrugged and let their mouths merge together again. Then once more, she whispered, "Good."
Chris looked her in the eye. "Good, because I like you."
Fawn smirked. "I like you too, Chris Plovert."
And he didn't feel GUILTY anymore.
A/N: Like it? I was doing one of those fill-out q&a things I got from I think Dernier Cri's profile, and in the names I saw Fawn and Chris Plovert... well, I put them down. And-voila! Crack pairing! :) More coming in an hour. I need to eat right now... update on Highlight, Copy, and PASTE coming! And look out for the prequel to Looking Back!