A/N: I own nothing!!
Ramona groaned as sunlight hit her face, and creaked into her eyes. She rolled over and burried her face in the warm body beside hers, and suddenly became very aware of the scent of alcohol, and the scent of dirty laundry and cologne, a scent foreign to her bedroom.
She wasn't in her bedroom.
Her eyes shot open, and she came face to face with a very warm, very muscular chest, and an oh-so familiar duvet, that belonged to the boy that she grew up with across the hall. She was dizzy, and her breath was rancid, no doubt. But, suddenly, as she moved to get up, she was pulled back down, against his chest, and he continued snoring. She looked up and her eyes bulged. Jackson Fuller.
Ramona Gibbler, was naked, and in bed, with an also very naked Jackson Fuller. She eyed the shattered wine bottle on the floor, and the alarm clock that read 6:45 AM. She groaned, making him stir, and furrow his brows, before opening his eyes.
"Ramona?" He groaned. "Jackson." She replied, internally freaking out. He sighed. "I'm naked"
"So am I." She hesitantly spoke. He looked at her, before his eyes widened. "I-um." The tent in the blankets was noticeable before hand, a result of his morning wood. But now? It was big.
"I'm just gonna-" She moved to climb over him, and sat right on his- erm- situation. He grunted, and she mewled. "Ramona." He sat up, eye level with her chest, but looking at her lips. "Jackson." She replied, breathlessly, before he initiated the kiss. It wasn't as desperate, or as messy as the first time, and she raked her nails down hia toned abdomen. She moaned, when his hands guided her hips to grind against him.
"I heard-" She spoke between kisses, "That sex-" Gasp. "Is good for hangovers"
He flipped them over, laying her down on her back, and trailing kisses down her neck and jaw. "So beautiful." He muttered. She gasped, and he groaned. "I love the sounds you make. Please don't stop, Princess." His kisses trailed down to her chest, and he kissed down her chest, biting, and sucking. Marking her as his own, which he knew she wasn't. She would moan, and mewl, and he wished they could be louder, but Max's room was right beside his, and his Mother's was across the hall.
Her hands were in his hair, as she pushed his head towards his targeted destination. "You're so wet." He breathed, kissing the inside of her thigh, and lightly tracing a finger up her slit, and creating a drop of wetness on his fingers. "Is this for me? Did Popko ever get you this wet?" She bucked her hips, and whimpered, wiggling again. "Jackson, please." She moaned, tugging on his dark strands.
"What do you want princess?" He smirked against her thigh, blowing on her cunt. She threw her head back. "Stop teasing me!" She whined, before he got to work, inserting his middle finger into her dripping heat, making her moan. She hadn't had sex in three months, aside from last night.
This is wrong. She thought. Last night was a mistake. Yet here I am, sober as a judge, letting him fuck me. But it felt so good, and she wanted more. His thumb hit her clit, and he curled his finger making her moan. He shushed her. "Can you be quiet for me princess?" He asked her. She nodded.
"Good girl."
Later...
It was now nine, and all the adults were laying around the kitchen, heads in their hands, muttering things like "never again" or "no more drinking" like it was actually going to stick. Ramona was one of them. Jackson trotted down the stairs. "I smell bacon." He was quiet.
"You would be correct. Greasy food is very good for hangovers. I also prepared sausage, eggs, ham, and some orange juice. The coffee is in the pot. Caffeine helps headaches." Max yelled, before getting beraded with complaints of his noise. He set the food on the table, along with a bottle of tylenol. "I have to go see Rose. Happy Recovery!"
"Now I can see him being a doctor." Jackson noted, and eyed Ramona, who looked away quickly. He motioned towards her. "Can we go for ice cream later? We need to talk." He spoke.
"Yea, um. Lets shoot for five? I gotta talk to Stephanie." She spoke. "Yeah. Yeah, that um, sounds good. Look, I'm gonna go see Uncle Jesse, I'll be back later, Mom."
Jesse and Rebecca's House
"Uncle Jesse, I made a really bad decision, and I need advice!" He shouted into the foyer, and Aunt Becky came to the stairs. "Your Uncle's in the garage, polishing his bike. Are you okay honey? Do you want a drink?" She asked. "Yeah, um, can I have some water?"
After recieving the water, he walked out to the garage, and knocked. "Uncle Jess?" He asked, and the man in question looked up. "Jackson, whats up? Are you okay?" The boy took a sip of water. "Um, no. Hypothetically, um, how do you fix a friendship after you sleep with your best friend?"
"Did you hypothetically sleep with Ramona Gibbler?" He raised an eyebrow, not looking up from polishing his Harley. The boy coughed on his water. "How did you know?" He asked.
"Kid, I raised your mother and Ramona's mother. I've known you both since birth. And I know you kids like I know the back of my hand. You've been making goo-goo eyes at each other since kindergarten!" He rolled his eyes.
"What?" He protested. "We have not! We're best friends, that made a drunken mistake." He sputtered.
"Well, you don't seem too sure about that. Plus, drunken mistake or not, if you don't tell her how you feel, your friendship is going to end anyways. Sex doesn't just happen. She wouldn't have let you touch her if she didn't love you." He reasoned. "And, I know who you are in your bones, Fuller. You wouldn't have touched her if you didn't love her." He chuckled. "And, don't think I didn't see that kiss at midnight, when you were both still sober as judges. Remember, I was well enough to drive home last night."
"I-uh-" The boy stumbled over his words. "That's not all." The man raised his eyebrows, motioning for his nephew to continue. "We um- did it again this morning."
The man laughed, rolling his eyes. "You got it bad!" He sighed.
"Well, I have to go see Joey, but if you need anything I'm here, bud." He got on the bike, starting it.
"Thanks, Uncle Jess."
With Steph
"Hey Steph, have you ever slept with a friend?" The young adult asked as they ate out in the backyard. It was just the two of them, but that question jolted the blonde right out of her hungover haze. "You slept with Rocki?" She asked. "What? No!" Ramona shook her head. "Hypothetically, say that one slept with their best friend since birth. How do you fix the awkward?" She bit her lip.
Steph's eyes went wide. "You slept with Jackson?" She whisper yelled, putting her plate down. "Shhhh!" Ramona looked into the kitchen. "Nobody else knows, and it's really bad, we were both drunk, and in his room, and one thing lead to another, and-" She stopped, as her father came outside. "Papa!" She smiled. "I'm kinda in the middle of something."
"I was just leaving." He stated. "Your mother is on one of her psychotic rage." He rolled his eyes, before they went wide, as Kimmy ran out of the back door, chasing him into the front. "Anyways," she continued, leaning back. "It was a drunken mistake. One that ruined everything."
"Well, first and most important, did you use any protection?" The blonde raised an eyebrow, and the girl's stomach twisted. "Well, um, I don't exactly remember, considering I blacked out at the end. I just remember how it started." She winced. "Are you on the pill?" She winced even further. "No" She squeaked.
"Ramona!" She exhaled. "You need to be more safe, and go get on the pill. I know it was jusg Jackson, but still, next time use a condom!"
"Can we talk about this later? I need to know how to fix this." She whined.
"Well, you could do one of two things." She started, "One, admit the love that you two have. Or, option two, which never works, forget it happened and move the fuck on." She shrugged. "Either way, I'm here for you buddy." She messed up the girl's hair. "I gotta go pick up the kid. See you tonight."
To Be Continued