Frances woke up. She was in an odd-position, uncovered… and dressed? Her throbbing head gave away their failed coitus. Too drunk to do anything and passed out in bed. She cursed herself for her stupid idea of stealing all the liquor from the venue's bar last night.
She slowly walked towards the bathroom. When she opened the door, she grabbed onto the counter and made her way to the toilet. She shoved two fingers into her throat until she expelled her stomach contents into the water. This wasn't her first rodeo.
Feeling a bit better, she grabbed whatever mouthwash Burn had on his bathroom counter and rinsed herself off. She found some aspirin in the mirror cabinet and took one for good measure. When she was leaving the bathroom to look for her luggage bag, she saw Burn slightly move in bed groaning.
"This was those vodka shots." She rested on the bathroom door's frame.
"No more TV guide shots…" He rolled over to finally look at Fizz's disheveled mess.
"It's the good memories that count!"
"Chunking out cake wasn't a good memory." He raised his eyebrows and met with his migraine. He slowly lifted himself off the bed. "How are you standing up with no problem?"
"This was a usual thing we did when we had a bad week." She rummaged through her luggage and found her toothbrush. "But I can say I took a tiny bit too much vodka this time around."
Burn sat on his bed as he reoriented himself. He was five steps away from his bathroom; he could do it! He stood up from his bed normally, only to slump back down into it when his vision got messed up.
"You need help?" She walked up to him and held his side and his shoulders. "You need to hold your weight on this one. I haven't gotten your workout routine yet." She smirked at him.
He stood up with Fizz's help. She directed him to the bathroom and kneeled him down in front of the toilet. While he did his thing, she brushed her teeth. She imagined something completely different than this moment.
She imagined waking up in his strong arms after a long night of sex. His hot breath warmed her forehead. Her body touching his toned torso as she wrapped her legs between his. Burn's amber eyes opened drowsily to the realization of the night before and looking down to see his partner and best friend caressing him. He tightened his grip on her and slowly leaned in to kiss her.
The sound of the toilet flushing got her out of her daydream. She spat the foam in her mouth and walked away to make space for Burn on the bathroom counter. Fizz sat on his bed and crossed her legs. She was frustrated—completely and utterly frustrated. To be completely honest with herself, she was aroused after imagining what could've happened.
"I gotta tell you, man, I feel like the lack of sex last night is a normal issue for you," Fizz finally admitted to him after she couldn't take her arousal any longer. "No wonder you can't get a chick to stay for more than a month."
Burn came out of the bathroom astonished with her comments. "Excuse you?" He was clearly offended by her statement.
She mockingly sighed. "How unfortunate!"
In an instant, he pinned her to the bed. He was going to make it up to her. She giggled before she kissed him. He kissed her back a bit roughly. She pushed him to the best of her abilities to start unbuttoning his shirt. He took the opportunity to slip off her sweater dress.
Her underwear revealed something he had on the back of his mind for the entire day. He cackled a bit while she raised an eyebrow. "I knew you weren't that top heavy."
"Hey, I couldn't let them have some other shit to critique me about." She got rid of her strapless bra in one fell swoop, relieving herself of the tightness she was experiencing on her chest for more than 12 hours. She massaged her smaller breast from the sharp pains of underwire.
Burn pinned her once again. He kissed her roughly again, but she didn't mind at all. His lips slowly went south.
"Of course, because they weren't sore enough!" She groaned as he reached her breasts. She could tell by the few minutes it had started that this was completely different experience than her intimacy with Ed. She liked how much he believed in her body's tolerance to his roughness. For the first time ever, he wasn't being overly protective over her.
Her hands wandered from his thick back to his waist. She tried to reach the hook of his dress pants, but failed miserably because of her short arms. She shoved him off her.
While he was confused by her actions, she kneeled down to finally unfasten the hook from his pants, only to realize there was a hidden button as well. He laughed at her frustration. "Has it been that long?"
"Shut up." She finally unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She tried to pull them off in one fell swoop, but failed once again.
He laughed uncontrollably and even harder than before.
She tugged a few more times and successfully pulled them off along with his underwear. She stared at him while she stroked his member. Oh, now he was quiet! She licked from the base to the head before putting her entire mouth on his shaft.
He groaned. He kept on being impressed by her antics. That mouth was her most dangerous weapon to date! She bobbed her head up and down while staring at him. He moaned when he glanced down. That was a sight to behold. "Fuck…" he muttered under his hot breath.
She loved hearing his reaction. Instant gratification.
He tugged on her waist to turn her bottom half towards his face. She looked down between their bodies to watch him flick her clit. She shoved her genitals closer to his face so he could actually pleasure her better. She continued to bob her head on his cock.
He repeated the redhead's same tactic. He licked from the bottom to her bulb. He could tell she liked that by the way her mouth hummed on him. He kept on playing with her with his mouth for a while longer until he could tell she was ready. "You're so wet…"
"I need this, okay?" She got off of him and he squirmed to his night table to pick out a condom. She hugged his side and kissed him between his neck and his shoulder. Some of her hair fell on his chest in the process.
He lay down on his bed after protecting himself. He placed her on top of him. "You do it."
She tousled and turned so he was on top of her. "No, no! You do it, please! I need it so badly!" He never expected her to be submissive about it, but then again she did say she hadn't been with someone for a long while.
He aligned himself to her while she rushed him by crossing her legs over his ass. He slipped into her ever so easily. She moaned very loudly—louder than what he would imagine her tone could be during sex. He shushed her. "I have neighbors," he whispered.
"I don't care," she whined as she used her legs to push him even further inside of her. She groaned on his shoulder to muffle her delight. He started moving slowly to get adjusted to her tightness.
At least he proved her wrong for once… and she wasn't biting back with some snarky comment.
He moved in a faster pace. She shrieked loudly through each thrust. Remembering what he said, she bit on his collarbone to muffle her voice.
"You fuck!" he exclaimed as he rolled her over the bed.
She shushed him. "You have neighbors," she whispered and smiled.
"You're lucky I wear a uniform under my suit." He raised her hips up from the bed. He penetrated her from behind.
She moaned on his pillow and gripped tightly on his bedsheets. It went in even deeper than before.
His hands held her waist tightly as he slowly leaned down on her back and gently kissed behind her neck. He thrusted slower and slower until he was at a complete stop still kissing her neck.
She moaned out of pleasure and frustration. Her hips gyrated on his member to continue on with the intercourse, but he had other ideas. He kissed the nook of her neck and she groaned. He nibbled on her neck while she was distracted.
She couldn't hold out both their weights and they collapsed on the bed. He turned her on her side and continued to penetrate her that way.
"Please!" she hollered. Her body bounced on each thrust. She twitched and gasped. Her back arched in pleasure. She let out one long moan before she collapsed on the bed.
He couldn't take her squeezing and spasm and also climaxed. He groaned on her neck and kissed her there before he collapsed.
"Brandon…" the redhead groaned.
Her partner was gasping for air. He joked to her about how much time she hadn't had sex that he forgot he was on the same boat. "Yeah…"
"You're gonna have to carry me… I don't think I can walk."
He calmed down his breathing. He sat up from the bed and looked down at Fizz. A few strands of her hair stuck themselves to her sweaty glistening body. She looked at him very attentively of what he was about to do. He scooped her up from the bed and held her in his arms.
"I wasn't insinuating right now!"
"We have stuff to do."
"I thought the plan was chunking out all day!"
"Not exactly…"
The sea lay calm in the early afternoon. The redhead, dressed in a light blue bikini, floated on the ocean. Her eyes were closed and her body was relaxed. Her hair was tamer than usual, floating neatly around her face and over her shoulders.
"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Her eyes opened up, meeting with the sun. "And heavier is the body."
End of Act 1