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When we get to Alfred's house his dad has already left, we find money on the counter and order pizza. Whilst waiting for it to arrive Al had thrown on our first film of the night and now we were sat together on the couch, stiff as boards and staring straight ahead.
I wasn't even paying attention, couldn't concentrate on anything but the electricity in the small space between us. I felt like I had drank ten cups of coffee and would jitter right off the couch… Or right into his lap. I was in such a tizzy that when he suddenly jumped up, I yelped softly in fright. He shot me an apologetic look as he zips out of the room.
As soon as he's out of sight I slump, finally relaxing into the couch with a sigh. Okay, so to evaluate the situation. I was now going to be spending the night at Alfred's and I was already a nervous wreck. How was I supposed to chill out and watch films with him all night after I had freaked out earlier… So embarrassing.
It had just shocked me, we had been dating for what, A week? I hadn't expected anything like that to happen so soon, but then again we were talking about Alfred, he just kinda went after what he wanted.
I take a few deep breaths and reorganise my hair, which was thankfully straightening out again after its wash, before he reappears. He places an open beer bottle on the table in front of me as he goes past, as he sits I shoot him an incredulous look and he winks, taking a long sip of his own.
"Are you insane? Won't your dad notice that they're missing?" I exclaim, frowning deeply when he simply rolls his eyes and takes another long swig.
"I can handle my dad. And anyway I don't care, I want tonight to be fun and your making me nervous."
"Were not even 18…" I say halfheartedly, scooping the bottle up so I could squint at the label.
"So? No one's gonna know and you know you're safe with me Mattie. But whatever, no pressure babe." He concedes, slumping back into the couch and tipping his bottle back, switching his gaze back to the film. He was right of course, but my reason was more that alcohol made people do stupid things, and did I want to do stupid things? Yes and no. I mean who wouldn't? But I was also afraid, it was obvious he had 'experience' and I didn't want to look like an idiot. Wasn't alcohol often called liquid courage though? And with that thought I made my decision, concluding that Alfred really was a bad influence as I took a tentative sip.
It tastes watery and kind of bitter and my face scrunches up automatically. I hear Alfred chuckle and I find him looking at me. He shoots me his cheekiest grin as he scoots over, dragging me along with him as he gets comfy on the couch.
"I have decided we are cuddling now." He declares cheerfully -as if I didn't get the memo- and I fit around him awkwardly, trying not to spill my beer.
I try my best to pay attention to the film as we wait, but I'm hyper aware of every part of him that is touching me and every breath on my neck sends a shiver down my spine. When the pizza finally arrives and we are forced to sit up and eat I was kinda thankful.
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We devour the food in record time, snuggling up on the couch as we bomb through films and progressively become tipsier. At the start of each film Al retrieves more beers and so had now drank three, where I was lagging on my second. Even so my head swam pleasantly, body warm and relaxed if not a little queasy. I could tell that Al felt it to as his smiles had that wicked edge to them I loved so much and his gestures had become wild. The current film apparently wasn't interesting enough to hold Alfreds attention and he had wrangled me into a game of truth or dare that was pretty one sided. I repositioned myself against his side and took the last small sip of my drink before placing it down on the table. Alfred gasped suddenly and grabbed my hands, bringing them up close to his face for examination.
"Aw baby, you bruised all your knuckles."
"It's fine they don't hurt that bad. Sorry by the way, I swear I don't get in fights often.-" I rambled, but cut off quickly when he started peppering kissing along my fingers.
"Are you sure they'll heal? I love your hand."
"Why?"
"They're so small and thin and like… What's the word I'm looking for? Dainty."
"Shut up man." I grouch, withdrawing my hand from his grasp much to his dismay.
"It's a compliment. Your hands are my favorite thing about you." He insists and I can't help the betraying warm flutter in my chest. When I don't say anything he continues on with his dumb game. "Whatever, hey truth or dare?"
"Truth" I deadpan for the fourth time this night and he winks.
"Expected, what's your favourite thing about me?"
"Your nose." I answered without even having to think, blushing slightly as an afterthought. He reared back to look at me, mouth slightly agape in mock horror.
"Your joking? That's like my worst feature, I hate it."
"Yeah well tough, I think it's cute." And it was true, I had adored it since we had met. It was the only thing that wasn't perfect about him, crooked to the extreme it had to have been broken at some point, and it was the most endearing thing ever. As was the slight pink tint currently gracing his cheeks.
"Nope. I do not accept this. Pick something else this instant." He tries to insist but I shake my head and giggle.
"You asked for the truth~" Instead of reacting like I had expected, he leans back into the couch with a smirk, scooping up his beer to take a slow sip before finally uttering.
"Yeah I asked for truth cos you're too pussy to go dare."
"No I'm not!" I immediately argue and his smirk widens impossibly, he had me.
"Okay. Truth or dare?"
"Dare…" I mumble, steeling myself for what could potentially a very bad dare. His ruthless smile softens at the last second though and he pats his lap lightly.
"Come here and gimme a kiss babe." I swipe his beer and steal a sip -needing the extra confidence- before placing it on the table and scooting awkwardly into his lap.
He simpers up at me, wrapping arms securely around my waist to pull me closer, connecting our lips without a moment's pause. His kisses are different whilst drunk, not holding back at all as he explores my mouth and nips at my lips until they are sore. I thread my hands into soft locks and tug, pressing flush against him as fingers leave a shiver inducing trail up my spine. I pull back finally to catch a breath and he groans aloud, head flopping back to hit the arm of the sofa.
"God Mattie, You kill me." Perhaps it's the way he's looking at me with clouded half closed eyes, or the pool of alcohol hot in my stomach, but I felt daring.
"Hey Alfie, truth or dare?"
"Dare." He says instantly, an excited gleam entering his eye. I didn't really think this far ahead I realise and panic, blurting the first words that come to mind before I can lose my nerve.
"Touch me."
I immediately cringe, god could I not have said something sexier? I feel my face catch on fire and I immediately try to squirm away, wanting to at the very least run from the room if not the house to. His arms are already around me though and suddenly the world is blur as he flips our positions.
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Alfred
Mattie squeaks as his back hits the couch, flushing wildly as I come to hover over him. He immediately backtracks, waving his hands in surrender.
"I wasn't being serious, you really don't have to. "
"I want to." Is all I say and it is one-hundred percent the truth, all I wanted was to make him feel good. I lean down to kiss him again before he can argue and I feel him melt against me.
I make my intention very clear as I drag a hand slowly down his chest, slipping it into his jeans. His breath hitches and his eyes squeeze closed as I stroke awkwardly in the tight space. My hand begins to cramp almost immediately and I'm quick to lose patience. When I break the kiss his lips chase after mine, I can't help but chuckle as I make quick work of his jeans.
He doesn't open his eyes as I pull him out and so I don't feel any shame in glancing down. There is a trail of soft looking golden fuzz that leads all the way down and I follow it with a finger, relishing in the faint buck of his hips.
When I wrap a hand around him and start to pump with slow twists of my wrist, drawing soft whimpers from him. But it isn't enough, I want to hear him moan.
I make a drunken split second decisions and suddenly I'm settling down between his legs, swirling him into my mouth.
His eyes shoot open but they're unfocused and heavily lidded as he finally rewards me with a moan. I feel my jeans tighten uncomfortably but I try my best to ignore it, working at turning him into a quivering mess beneath me. I relish in every gasp I achieve with every flick of my tongue, using every trick I know. I'm not surprised that he doesn't last long, letting out a startled moan and tugging at my hair suddenly, shuddering into an orgasam when i don't pull back.
I try my best not to scrunch my nose up at the sharp taste but when he catches my gaze he winces and blushes and interesting shade. I wink regardless and grab an empty bottle to spit in, cracking my aching jaw before collapsing on top of him.
"God… You're amazing." He sighs happily and I burry my face against his stomach to hide my grin. I find more freckles, spotted sparingly along his hips and I get the urge to kiss them, so I do. It must tickle because he lets out a wispy laugh and squirms half heartedly. We lay like that for a while, his stomach is soft and warm and I decided it is the perfect pillow. The film ends at some point and when the title screen music eventually gets too annoying to ignore I sit up.
"Wanna go to bed babe?" I question but he has already fallen asleep. His face is soft and open but scrunches up with I remove his glasses and press a kiss to his forehead. I try my best not to disturb him anymore as I scoop him up and take him to bed.
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Francis
When I wake up I instantly become aware of the hammering sensation inside my head, immediately I regret the amount of wine I had consumed the night before. I peel dry lids open and am immediately assaulted with sunlight, streaming in through cheap hotel curtains. I groan and go to move but find myself pinned by the sleeping form on top of me. Oh. For one long moment I draw a blank and then the events of the night before come rushing back in a strange tumble of emotions. For a moment I feel as though I can't breath, as pure happiness courses through me.
I nuzzle my nose into familiar straw coloured hair and take a breath and my heart clenches painfully, he smells different. I have to scold myself because of course he does, it had been ten years since I had seen him. Ten long lonely years. It was like fate was playing some cruel joke.
After all these years I finally build up the courage to start dating again and go to a bar par the request of my darling son. I sit in the corner for a while alone, I'm out of practice and nervous for once in my life and so start knocking back glasses of wine. I finally make a move to mingle, walking up to the bar to chat to a woman I had been eyeing up. I glance across the bar and lo and behold there he is. Arthur Kirkland. Love of my life and the man who broke my heart. It feels like a dream as I wade through the crowds to reach him, had I finally gone mad? My heart sings as I get close enough to hear that sweet accent, he is rambling on to a stranger, and I quickly recognise the slur to his words. He of course would be drinking heavily to at an event like this, I forget that he is actually quite a shy person. When I come to a halt next to him and finally catch his attention it's like the world stops. He turns to me and I finally get to see those perfect green eyes that I had longed for, and what I see in them is happiness.
The rest of the night had passed in somewhat of a blur, Arthur had promised that we could talk properly about everything but not while he is drunk. We exchange numbers as he explains he's just moved into town and I find to my great pleasure that he lives at the end of my road. I buy him a drink and then another and then- You get the idea. We had both ended up very drunk, very emotional and very much in a hotel. Each and every one of my muscles hummed in appreciation and I never wanted to move. I wanted to pretend for just ten minutes that everything would be okay now but I knew it wasn't true. He'd wake up, regret everything and then disappear for another ten years. I couldn't hold it back. A violent sob shakes through me and my bed partner jostles awake. When I catch sight of the startled look on his face I bury my own in a pillow, struggling to even catch my breath. To my utter bewilderment arms wrap tight around, cradling me against him and his lilting accent fills the air with soothing words.
"Shhh love… Oh, I'm so so sorry Francis… Please stop crying love, I promise I'm not going anywhere."