A/N: Twilight - not mine's.
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PS- This is totally unbeta'd
Mission accomplished because the guys descend on us after our stunt. Garrett is all over Kate, and she's giggling and dancing on him immediately. He's pressed against her back, and she runs her fingers through her hair, smiling and playing it up as her hips sway. She drops in down on him, letting her pert ass rub all over him. The look in his eyes tells me how badly he wants her. I can relate.
Meanwhile, Edward has his hands on my hips and his leg between my thighs as we dance. He's definitely a hottie, and we've been flirting for a while now, but I know I'm not enjoying this as much as I should be. I can't keep my eyes off her.
I let Edward feed me shots of whatever's around because Kate is doing them too. Don't we make such an adorable little group?
I watch her all night long, and every time she nears me on the dance floor, pulling Garrett behind her, my body reacts so much more than it does to Edward's obvious erection. I could fuck him tonight, but I won't. My mind wouldn't really be there, and what fun is that? Instead, I relish each time Kate drunkenly pushes her chest against mine or hugs me. At one point she yells about being so hot and tucks the bottom of her tank top up into her bra, revealing her smooth stomach. Garrett's hands on her get to me, and I drag Edward upstairs.
In the hall, I let him kiss me and whisper how sexy I am. I let him feel me up and toy with my nipple rings for a while, and then I walk away as he follows.
I hear Kate's laughter across the house and see her slip up to the third floor, holding Garrett's hand. I know what comes next, so I tell Edward I'm not feeling well and need to get home. He protests, saying I can sleep in his bed. I just kiss him once and say thank you, but not tonight. He offers to walk me home but I shake my head. The safe-ride van is sitting outside.
It's all routine when I get home. I change into pajamas, wash my face, and brush my teeth. Before I turn out the light in my dorm room, my eyes linger on Kate's empty bed, perfectly made, just as it will me come morning. I close my eyes and pray for sleep to come quickly.
.
I'm awoken by the feeling of my mattress depressing and my blankets being pulled away.
"Kate?" I mutter into the darkness.
"Hi." She's quiet and her hair is wet. Her head settles next to mine on my pillow.
"You showered?"
"Yeah."
"Did you fuck Garrett?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you stay?"
"Bella . . ."
There's an awkward silence for a few moments, and I scoot closer to the wall, making more room for her. We've slept in the same bed before, on drunken nights or times when we just need the closeness of a friend. We're just comfortable like that, but lately, I've been wanting more.
I assume we're just going back to sleep, so I close my eyes and try to rest again. Unexpectedly, Kate's mouth is on mine, pushing insistently and wordlessly begging.
I want this so much. I want this, and I don't care what her reason is now. I let it happen.
I'm open for her, giving my tongue, sweeping it against hers, and groaning uncontrollably. There's desperation there for both of us, but it doesn't matter. Soft, hard, slow, fast – I'll take anything. Being woken in the middle of the night and not thinking clearly just makes this more acceptable.
We're close, so wonderfully close, and our legs manage to tangle together. I'm in thin sleep shorts and she's only wearing a tank top and underwear, her usual nighttime attire. It's all smoothness and rubbing, and so, so good.
Then her hand is between us, slipping beneath the loose waistband of my shorts, and I'm practically hyperventilating at her touch. Slim, delicate fingers are rubbing over my folds, working their way lower, deeper. She's in me then, fumbling a bit from her inexperience, but it feels too fucking amazing to care. Everything I've wanted, everything I've fantasized about is actually happening, and that in itself is utter perfection.
"Kate . . ." I moan, trying to communicate my approval. She's a little rough, a little needful, but I love it.
Her lips separate from mine, and though I lean closer to retrieve them, she doesn't give them to me. Instead, she speaks, broken thoughts as her fingers continue their work.
"All I could see was you. I like him, but I couldn't get into it. Bella, I don't know . . . I don't know."
"Shh . . ." I soothe, wrapping my hand into her hair and yanking her mouth back to mine.
She's admitted something huge to me, and I know it's my opportunity to act on it. She's already begun showing me, but it's not enough now. I sit up, forcing her to remove her hand, and pull her with me. In the darkness, I can see her confused look, but I persevere. My hands are at the bottom of her tank top, tugging it up, and when she realizes what I'm doing, her arms lift to allow me to remove it. God, she's so sexy. Living together, I've seen her this way plenty of times, but now, it's different. Without hesitating, I tug off her panties as well, allowing my hands to run down her legs and enjoy all her silky smoothness. She lies back on my bed, waiting for whatever I'll do next.
All I want to do is feel her, so that's where I begin. I touch every inch of her skin, rubbing my hands up and down, in circles, and in unidentified patterns. It's almost like being high . . . or more like I'm getting high off her body. I squeeze and pinch, and I let my fingernails drag teasingly for a while as well. She's arching and breathing heavily, occasionally making little cries for me, too. Finally, she says my name and reaches for me, and I let myself fall down beside her, enjoying how warm and feminine she is against me.
I massage her breast, making swirls around her nipple and then her belly button as I inch closer. I'm nervous to touch her, but I want to. If she's going to let me, I want to.
We kiss again, slower and softer, and my fingers finally drift between her parted thighs. One is below me and the other is nearly off the edge of the bed, giving me easy access. It's different to settle my hand on her, but familiar to the way my own body feels. I play, almost tickling her opening, and she squirms for me. I finally slide in, and she's warm and so wet. I rub and rub and rub until her wetness is all over, and then I pull out to toy with the place I know will send her spiraling. It works, and she bites down on my lip when her climax strikes.
I want so much more, to explore her, to explore us, all night long, but exhaustion, orgasm, and alcohol all combine to drag her away from me.
I let her sleep.
In the morning, she's curled up with her head on my stomach, and she lazily traces circles around my covered nipple.
"Morning," she says with a nervous smile, looking up at me.
My fingers weave into her hair, and I place my other hand over hers, urging her to touch me more.
