Sorry for any mistakes I've previously made or will make in the future with grammar and such. I'm not a big fan of having to reread my own work so I'm aware some things may be incorrect.


I'm not really sure how it happened. One moment I was happily spinning the discs, watching the clusters of extremely intoxicated people stumble, dance and try to surreptitiously grope other drunk people and failing miserably, only to give up all discretion and instead just simply go all out. I was watching a particularly exuberant blonde traipse around the dance floor on shaky legs when I myself stumbled slightly before everything going completely black.

I audibly groaned when I woke up in an itchy gown, in a room that had that particular stench that could have only been linked to a hospital. What was more alarming was the flash of auburn that was followed shortly by a pair of arms crushing my body into another. I let myself relax into the touch when I caught a whiff of strawberries and felt a familiar chest pressing into my own. However regardless of whom it was, she were holding me a little too tight and I found myself struggling to breathe and not in the good way.

"Chloe, you're squeezing kind of hard"

She pulled back immediately, almost as if she'd been burnt but she kept a vice grip on my hand and I felt myself crack a smile at how adorable she was being. It disappeared relatively quickly though when she slapped my arm, showcasing the strength of her hands that I had come to love. My free hand shot straight to my arm to rub the reddening skin that stung like mad.

"I was worried sick. I drove straight here thinking you were dying and you only had low blood sugar. For the love of God Beca, eat something next time before I almost crash my car in order to speed here because I assume you've got a blood clot in your brain or have had a heart attack or something equally as horrible"

She let out a ragged breath after her rant and slapped my arm a second time, almost as if it were simply for good measure. Maybe I shouldn't have smirked at how cutely angry she looked because she sent a death glare my way that sent chills through my veins. I, however, simply let it morph into a shy smile while I allowed my thumb to gently draw small shapes on her palm. I almost grinned evilly when my plan succeeded and her features softened but I knew it wasn't in my best interests so I instead gave my mouth a different job by lightly grazing my lips over the back of her hand in the ghost of a kiss.

"I was really worried Beca"

"I know I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Partly because this gown is horribly uncomfortable and I'm pretty sure it's totally last year"

I put on a falsely girly voice and she smiled sweetly before it turned into something more devious that I had come to both dread and love.

"Maybe we should get you out of it"

My breath caught in my throat at the husk in her voice and at the implication of her statement. In a hospital, really? It was kind of strange and what if a nurse came in? She seemed to have thought of the second question as well for she walked to the door and turned the lock. That made me wonder why they had bothered to put me in a private room but all sensible, clean thoughts were erased from my mind when she let her fingers trail at the hem of her dress before tugging it from her body and placing it upon the back of the chair that sat beside the bed I was currently shuffling uneasily in.

"This is a bad idea"

She kept advancing, the only sign that she'd actually heard what I said was the fact that she responded with,

"This is a great idea"

I had to say I was beginning to be swayed by her argument which consisted of a sultry walk over to my side followed by her slowly sliding the offending garment off my body, permitting the increasingly humid air to wash over my skin. I don't remember what happened to the hideous piece of material because I was too engrossed in the feel of her soft, slender hands following nonexistent lines upon my arms, reaching the nape of my neck and running carelessly through my brunette locks before extracting themselves from my brown tresses only to dance back down the skin of my arms and repeat the movements over again.

I somehow managed to gather my wits enough to fumble with some words in an attempt to once again tell her this was a bad idea, but just as the word bad was about to pass my lips her hands veered off course and instead found my breasts, kneading them lightly, the word bad quickly shifted into an incredibly shaky good, that usually would have started an inner monologue about how I was a pushover but I couldn't think straight due to the mix of hormones and low blood sugar.

I tried to place my own hands upon the body that was so casually on display in front of my greedy eyes but my hands were abruptly batted away before the ministrations upon my own naked body were continued. The confusion I felt must have been evident upon my face because she opened her mouth to speak.

"Punishment for scaring me, you can look but you can't touch"

To someone else this may have not been so bad. I mean, she was still splaying her magical hands across my body, making me tremble in a way that shouldn't have been possible seeing as she hadn't even begun to showcase her tricks. But I needed to touch her. To feel her smooth porcelain skin against my hands, to hold her in my arms and feel the heaving of her chest match mine in a ragged pattern. But instead I could only watch the breaths escape her toned body, wishing, hoping, imagining myself being able to pinch and bite and sooth.

My imagination however was wiped blank when she moved her hands from rolling my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and placed them on the bed in order to hoist herself up. She then proceeded to push me further up the mattress and lightly pry my legs apart, making her hands wander up and down my calves, squeezing a bit when goose bumps erupted beneath her palms.

I whimpered at the feel of her warm breath dancing over the area between my legs and I repeated the sound when she carelessly looked up and took a peek at me, showing me the dark blue that I decided was my new favourite colour. The whimper turned into a full blown moan when she took my clit into her mouth and sucked upon the bundle of nerves, nipping it with her two front teeth before pulling away only to run her tongue expertly through my folds. She raked her nails along my thigh, bringing her thumb to my clit and circling it while she continued to work her oral magic.

She slipped her tongue through my folds, swirling it at my entrance before she took the plunge causing me to throw my head back with a throat burning groan. She let out her own high pitched sigh as she skimmed her tongue masterfully along my walls, hitting angles and lengths that shouldn't have been humanely possible. The constant sounds she made mixed together to make a symphonic beat that drove me crazy, making it impossible to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure building and building to the point I knew there was no coming back from.

She pulled her tongue away and just as I thought she was messing with me, trying to make me beg for release she slammed three fingers straight into my, till her knuckles slapped into my soaked skin and I felt myself come apart with the single thrust. My back arched from the bed as my walls tightened harshly around her fingers that remained inside of me for a moment till my breathing began to even out.

She pulled out completely when my body returned to normal, or as close as it could get after that. She lay at my side and placed her head upon my chest. I was grateful when she didn't shrug off the arms that I placed around her that held her tightly to me.

"How did you get let in here anyway? The last time Stacie got drunk and fell resulting in stitches they told me I wasn't allowed in because I wasn't family"

I chuckled lightly, remembering all of Stacie's strange injuries she had gotten all from her going out and getting completely obliterated.

"I told them I was your wife. Apparently they don't read enough tabloids to know about your love life or the nature of our relationship"

She said it so casually but something inside of me shifted and I found myself saying,

"My wife, I like it"

"Me too"