Natara's POV
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, someone's heavy, muscular arm draped around me, a light headache pounding away at my temples. "Oh." I whispered as the events of last night came flooding back to me. Mal and I had very effectively destroyed our friendship, broken about a million rules, and cheated on both our partners, all in one night. I wriggled gently, trying to get out from under Mal's heavy arm without rousing him. I had almost managed it when he stirred, and his eyelids fluttered open slowly. Crap. "Nat?" He mumbled sleepily. "What're you doing-" He paused, taking in the sight of our naked bodies pressed close together. He suddenly sat up straight, wincing. He obviously had a killer hangover. "Ah hell." He said, his brow furrowing in concentration as he tried to recollect the events of last night. I saw his eyes widening as they flowed back to him. "I-I'm sorry, Nat. I don't know what to say, I mean, I was drunk, and all these- these feelings I had for you overwhelmed me. We don't have to tell anyone-" He was trying to apologize, but all I could see was the hurt in his eyes. And all I wanted to do, at that moment, was to take that hurt away. So, without caring about the consequences, and completely disregarding the fact that we were still very much naked, I threw my arms around him, enveloping him in a warm, tight hug. He stayed frozen for a minute, before wrapping his arms around me and hugging me back. And in that moment, Mal's arms felt more like home than Oscar's ever had done.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, but our perfect, crazy moment was interrupted by the shrill beeping sound of Mal's phone. We both jumped apart, as though we had suddenly become aware of our actions. I awkwardly stood up, becoming aware of the soreness between my legs (God, but Mal was HUGE), the finger-shaped bruises on my thighs, and the hickeys all over my torso. It certainly looked as if I had had one hell of a night. "So I guess I should... um...go" I said, my face flushing with embarrassment. "Uh...yeah. O-of course." He looked as uncomfortable as I felt. He began checking the messages on his phone, just to avoid looking at me. Deciding that it was best not to longer about awkwardly, I began retrieving my clothes from various places around the room and putting them on. This done, I began to leave, to go back to Oscar, my home, the world I knew. So why did every step I took away from Mal feel wrong? A few steps away from him, and I was already craving his addictive touch. But I forced myself to keep walking. Just a few steps more...
I had almost gotten to the door when I heard him speak. "Wait." He said. And how could I resist? I stopped dead in my tracks. "We don't have to worry about cheating on anyone. Blaise is cheating on me. She just broke up with me. Said we wanted 'different people'." I momentarily disregarded the fact that he had said 'us', because he looked so hurt and broken. I knew he still cared about Blaise, even of it was in a 'best friends' way. I ran to him, yet again, and just hugged him again. "I'm so sorry, Mal." I murmured. "Who with?"
He suddenly detached himself from my embrace, and looked me in the eye. "Oscar." He replied. All I could let out was a strangled "Oh." He steadied me, feeling I was about to fall. "What does this mean.…for us?" I murmured faintly into his chest. Because I was certain there was an 'us'. We had crossed too many lines to hint anything to the contrary. "It means…this." Mal said, tipping my chin up and pulling me into a deep, loving kiss. And as I sat there on the bed, kissing my partner and best friend, Mal Fallon, I suddenly couldn't care less about the whole 'Oscar' situation