Parts in italics are Quinn remembering the previous night.
Supremacy Part 10
I wake surrounded by the warmth of Kitty's body, and I lie still, just savoring the feeling. Her smell fills my senses, some mix of peaches and vanilla, and something else I can't quite put my finger on. I'm lying on my back, and her body is haphazardly draped over mine. Her breaths are soft against my neck, and I move my head so I can look at her.
Rookie mistake.
Shooting pain goes through my temples, and it feels like my brain is throbbing in my skull. I haven't had a hangover like this in at least a year, maybe more. My stomach turns, and I feel the urge to pull away from Kitty so I can curl up into myself.
I groan, probably a bit too loudly next to Kitty's ear, and she starts to stir. She rolls off me slowly, making a very similar noise as mine, before her eyes snap open and she bolts to the bathroom. Thank god she has the foresight to shut the door, because I'm sure if I heard that I'd be in there with her.
I close my eyes tight, trying to block out the light filtering through the gap her curtains, before I finally give up and pull them fully shut. I only then realise just how naked I am, which is completely, and quickly slip back under her sheets. The rest of the night starts to flood back to me, and I close my eyes again to try re-live it.
I'm drunk. I mustn't be that drunk, because I know I'm drunk, right? Everything is a bit more than blurry around the edges, but Puck keeps on offering me drinks and I keep on accepting. Every time I see Kitty my skin tingles. It's even worse when I manage to catch her eyes. I don't care who sees, I just want my body pressed against her and her lips on mine and my fingers deep inside…
I'm outside his back door, hoping the cold air will sober me up a bit, but I don't think it's really working.
San is standing next to me, and I'm at the point of intoxicated where I just want to tell her everything about Kitty and I. Partly because I want to brag. OK, mostly because I want to brag, but partly because I know I should feel wrong about this whole this. She's 15 for crying out loud, I should feel very fucking wrong about this. But even my moral compass, which I know can be a bit misguided sometimes, can't feel even the slightest bit bad about any of this. I know if I bring this up without telling San all the details she'll just tell me I'm over thinking everything.
She pulls out a cigarette from a pack in her pocket, and I realise I didn't know she'd started smoking. She lights up, and blows the smoke out slowly. She offers me a drag, and even though my body is saying yes to the idea of nicotine, I shake my head. I can't be that drunk, right? If I'm saying no?
Wait, what was happening?
I see San's hand moving back to her lips with the smoke, and I reach for her pocket and pull one out for myself. She offers her light, and we stand there, smoking in silence. God, I haven't had a cigarette in… I don't even know how long. Probably over a year.
"You're awfully quiet, doing to much thinking in that pretty head of yours?" I look over at her, and shake my head so much my hair falls in front of my face.
"I could say the same for you." I know she's thinking about Britt. I don't think she's ever not been thinking about her for as long as I've known the pair. Probably even longer, seeing as they knew each other before they knew me. They met when they were 5, or something. Playing on the playground… What was I saying?
Ok, smoking wasn't a good move, my head is spinning even more. I butt it out on Puck's porch as San flicks hers into the snow.
"Are you ok? You've been kinda distant since Thanksgiving." San turns to face me, and a smile creeps across my face as I remember that weekend.
"Yeah, actually, I've been really good, I'm kinda see…" My chest vibrates, what the fuck? It's never done that. Oh wait, my phone. I pull it out of my bra and see that Kitty's texted me.
My cabz here… comin bhome? Xx I re-read the text, making sure I have it right.
"I have to go, my rides here." San looks disappointed, but nods and hugs me goodbye. I make my way through the house, most of the party has died down, bodies scattered around the place. Puck is on the couch, two random girls on either side of him.
"See ya Noah, thanks for the party."
"No problem, enjoy the night…. I know I will." He turns his attention back to the girls. I find my way to the door, and after only one failed attempt open it. Kitty is leaning against the wall just outside, eyes closed, looking like she's about the fall asleep.
"Hey." Her eyes open, and even in my state I can tell she's drunk too. Her arms go around my body and she falls into me. Her face nuzzles into my shoulder.
"I don't like seeing you and not touching you."
"It's ok, we're going home now."
"How are we getting home?" I giggle and point at the cab. Her eyes open in amazement.
"Where did you get that from?" I laugh as I pull her towards the car and Kitty gives the driver her address. The second we're inside her hands are on me. She pulls my lips to hers, and the arousal that I thought I had under control floods back through my body. As we break, I feel her breath on my lips.
"As soon as we're home I need you to fuck me so hard. I just… I just need you inside me so bad. If you don't touch me soon I think I might actually die."
"I think I'm dying… Is this what drinking is, because it's not fun." Kitty emerges from the bathroom, still completely naked. God, her body is amazing. My eyes start at her feet and wander slowly up her smooth legs, two love bites on the inside of her left thigh, one on the right. Her hip bones just peaking out from her skin, tiny bruises the size of fingertips starting to show. Next are her beautifully toned abs, slight scratch marks running over them, then her breasts, fuck, her perfect breasts. What did I do last night?
I end at her face and she's starring at me, the intensity of her eyes still astounds me. Her eyes break from mine as she looks down at what I was look at, and realises her state of dress. Or lack there of.
"Oh God." She quickly dives for the bed, pulling the covers over her. She groans at the pain caused by the sudden movement, and I start to laugh. Not a good idea, the pounding comes back harder.
Her head sneaks out from the sheets and her cheeks are bright red. She's so beautiful. Even in this silly, embarrassing moment, I can't help but think about just how beautiful she is. I roll over slowly and kiss her lightly on her lips. The smell of peaches and vanilla fills my senses again, as well as the telltale smell of mint. Toothpaste.
"You broke the rule."
"What rule?"
"When someone stays over for, whatever, you're not allowed to brush your teeth."
"That's a stupid rule, why?"
"Because now you smell all minty fresh, and I just smell like, well, you." Oh my god, why are these words coming out of my mouth? Who am I? She blushes again. Ah, so she's not so confident when I'm actually here. I kiss her once again before I roll onto my back again.
"And to answer your question, yes this is what alcohol does." She pulls the covers back over her head and groan loudly. I slide out of the side, and wrap one of her sheets around me.
"Are you going?" I turn to face her, the blankets are back of her face and she looks worried.
"Relax, I'm just going to the bathroom."
After doing what I need to do I sit on the toilet sit for a moment, trying my hardest to get my brain to remember last night. The rest of the cab ride is really hazy, all I can get is images of hands grabbing at clothes. I try to focus on what happened after.
We hardly make it through the door, between our drunken-ness and and the lock. Also that I didn't let her lips leave mine the whole time. We stumble through, tripping over each other as we start towards the stairs. As we reach the first step, I feel myself falling over, Kitty following me. I land on my ass on the stairs with a loud thud, and I know that's gonna hurt so much more tomorrow than it does now. Kitty's body is pressed into mine. At least I cushioned her fall. She doesn't falter for a second, kissing me hard and I completely forget what just happened.
"What about you parents?" I saw as my hands contradict my question, moving under her top.
"They're not here, staying at a friends." The second what she says makes it to my brain, I roll her over, my knees resting on the second stair as I start to undress her.
By start I mean try. When her buttons prove too difficult I settle for ripping her shirt off her, and when the skirt zip doesn't want to budge, I just pull it up around her waist. Her panties are next, the material snapping easily in my hand.
"Fuck Kitty…" There's not a lot of light in the room, but I can make out her face, her eyes lidded, lips swollen, and her body laid out just for me. I move down so my knees are on the floor, and lower myself to her pussy. I can't wait any longer, and let my tongue slide through her. If I could only taste one thing for the rest of my life, I'm pretty sure I'd be content with this. I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her hips still as I start flicking her clit. Her hand snakes into my hair and grips my head as I keep working over and over on her clit. I suck it into my mouth and moan as she pulls at my hair. My fingers press deeper into her skin, trying to stop her from bucking against my face.
"That's so fucking good Quinn, fuck me with your tongue." I move slightly so I can slide my tongue inside her, and I can instantly feel her pulsing around me. She's still so soaked, and I can feel my face being covered by her wetness. I move one hand up to grope at her breasts, but when she pulls at my hair again I scratch my nails down her stomach.
I feel like I'm drowning in her, it's like I'm getting high or something like that. Her thighs press against my face, and for a moment my head spends and I feel like I might pass out. I bring my tongue back to my lips and savour the taste for a moment, before I turn my cheek and start sucking on her thigh. I bite down and I hear her hiss loudly. I move to a new patch of skin and repeat the process.
I just need to mark her. She needs to be mine, only mine.
I snap out of my thoughts and realise I've probably been sitting in here for a while. I see a bottle of Tylenol sitting on the counter and quickly pop two and fill the glass on the sink with water. I down half of it, fill it again and take it with the pills back to Kitty. She's curled up with her hands pressed into her temples. I sit back on the bed, and she stirs, opening her eyes slightly to look at me. I smile as softly as I can and pass her the painkillers. She sits up a bit and takes them with small sips of water.
I lay back down and she curls into my side, my arms instinctively wrapping around her.
My arms wrap around her waist as I stand up, lifting her with me fireman style. I'm surprised I can stay steady on my feet. I carry her the rest of the way up the stairs, glad her room is right at the top and that she doesn't weigh much. I drop her onto the bed on her back, strip the rest of her clothes off before following with my own, and lay on top of her, my knees between her legs. My hand clutches the back of her neck as I suck at her neck and collarbone. Her nails drag down my back, and leave a path of fire in their wake. I sit back on my knees and push my fingers inside her.
"Quinn, fuck." I don't give her much time to get used to it, I start pounding into hard and fast. I need to make her come, I need to feel her come hard because of me. I need to show her she's mine, I'm the only one who can make her feel like this. I curl my fingers into her, and she starts groan even louder.
Her left hand finds her chest and she starts rubbing her nipple, and I close my own legs tighter to create some sort of friction. Her right grips my bicep of my left that I'm using to hold myself up with.
"Who's fucking you Kitty? Who's making you feel like this?"
"You Quinn, god, I love it when you fuck me."
"Yeah, you love it when I fuck you like this? When I fuck you hard? Not like any of those boys you go to school with could."
"Only you Quinn, I only want you."
And that's it.
She falls apart, screaming my name as she squeezes her grip on my arm. I keep fucking her while she rides her high, only slowing my pace slightly, still using as much force.
My own orgasm sneaks up on me and before I really know what's happening I'm falling forward onto her, my body spasming as hers is just starting to stop shaking.
I pull out, and I feel her legs try to clench together. I don't move for a few moments, getting my bearings and steadying my breathing. I roll us both over so she's lying on top of me, and pull the covers over us. She's still letting out small whimpers, her body twitching every now and then.
"So good…" She pants against my skin, and I can feel my skin humming as I progress to pass out.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough with you last night." I kiss the top of her head.
"I liked it. I don't know if I would've been able to take it if I hadn't of been drinking, and God am I sore right now…" I tense. I don't want to hurt her. She looks up at me when she feels my grip tighten.
"No, Quinn, good sore, very very good sore." I relax again.
"But, I won't be up for a round like that for a while." She smiles, and I feel content. I made her feel good. More than good. I kiss her again, deep and slow, and kiss her dimples again.
"Try get some more sleep, and I'll make us some breakfast later on."
"Bacon?" She says as she looks at my hopefully.
"A girl after my own heart."