A/N: Sorry I do what I want
Ally's P.O.V.
"What do you mean you're not coming?" I ask my mother into the phone. "It's Thanksgiving!"
"I know sweetie but all of the flights are cancelled because of the snow storm and all the roads are closed because they're too dangerous to drive on." She explains.
"Okay." I sigh into the mouthpiece, realizing that there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm hanging the phone up when I hear a knock at the door. I open it up to find none other than Austin Moon staring back at me.
"What do you want, Moon?" I ask coldly.
He and I haven't been on good terms since I moved here 5 years ago after high school to attend MaimU.
"Ally," my expression softened immediately upon hearing him use my first name.
Only then did I realize that he had dried tear streaks on his face.
"Austin, what's wrong?" I ask, stepping aside to let him in.
"Piper. She cheated on me, with some jack-off named Dez." He suddenly grabs me and sobs into my shoulders.
I awkwardly pat his back. Since he's a good foot taller than me, our position is a bit compromised. I let him get it out though because he does seem genuinely hurt by her infidelity. Piper was the longest relationship he's ever had. I'd feel terrible if that ever happened to me. But seeing as how I have no significant other, the chances of that happening are slim to none.
"I'm sorry." He said, pulling back, fresh tears evident on his face. "It's just, I have nowhere else to go. My friends bailed and my family is stuck in Pittsburgh.
"Same." I say, shrugging.
"Why don't we do Thanksgiving at my place?" he asks, smiling. "I have a 10 pound turkey that ain't going nowhere."
I can't help but smile a little in return.
"I know you're lonely. Even the heartless need some company right?" he quips, smirking.
"You know for someone who came crying to me not five minutes ago, you sure so have your head stuck far up your ass." I reply. "And what makes you think that I want to do Thanksgiving at your place?"
"Because I'm awesome." He says, still smiling.
"No, seriously." I say.
His smile fades at the exact moment that I burst out laughing. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting my answer.
"You comin' or nah?"He asks, making his way to my front door.
"Fine." I grab my coat and make to follow him. "Do I need to bring anything besides my non-existential heart?"
I can feel his smirk as he shakes his head no over his shoulder. Once we are inside, I sit on the couch and he heads to the kitchen to start the turkey.
About 3 hours later, the food is just about done. I follow my nose into the kitchen where the aroma of something I can only describe as heaven is drifting from. Austin's hovered over the stove and next to him is a small bowl of flour. I couldn't resist and grabbed a handful, flinging it at him, making his face match his hair.
"Oooh, you'll pay for that one, Dawson." He grabs a handful of the white powder and blows it in my face.
Pretty soon, we're both covered in every ingredient in our reach. Austin was launching yet another egg at me when I attempting a sort of Matrix-y move to dodge it that didn't go over so well. I lost my footing and fell forward. Austin moved to catch me but we both ended up going down. I landed under him and looked up to find him gazing at me. I don't know what made me do it but before I knew it, our lips were smashed together and his hands were touching every reachable part of my body. Damn near animalistic sounds came from both of us as we removed each article of each other's clothing. Once bare, and perfectly aligned with my center, he stopped.
"Ally, I've never… This is my… I'm not really…" I pulled him down for another kiss.
"Me too." I said.
He gently slid into me and I winced in pain. Once the pain had been replaced with indescribable pleasure, I squeezed his bare ass, urging him to go faster. I could feel him tense. He rubbed circles on my clit as he pumped in and out of me.
"Oh Austin! Fuck! Yes! Oh!" I moaned, as I came.
"Ally. So tight. So wet. So fucking good." I feel him release inside of me.
We stay like this for a while until the eggs begin to harden in our hair and he suggests a shower. During our shower, things get even steamier than the mirror. Through the release of all of our pent up sexual tension, we do manage to wash the unused food off.
Once we've redressed and are full from Austin's amazing chef skills, we lay curled on the couch together.
"Hey," he says after a while.
"Hey," I reply.
"I really like you."
"That's really great." I say. "Because I really like you too."
I gently smooth his hair back and kiss him lightly.