It wasn't like Katie actually expected Ned to send a dick pic, she reasoned. And she'd been drunk, the wine she'd drank with Hannah on their couch had gone straight to her head. Hannah had been laughing all night and giving her tips on how to send dirty texts but Katie blocked her out in the way she'd perfected with her. Hell if she wasn't right about it all though.

And on top of that, she was horny. Sophomore year was trickier than freshman year. She had more classes and her rent went up a little, which meant she was working more. Three weeks was the longest she'd been without sex since she'd been with Ned and she had one more to go before she could come home to see him.

So when she was pretending to listen to her and was actually letting Ned know that no, she wasn't wearing a bra, and his reply was to show him, she smirked around the lip of her wine glass and let her body talk instead of her brain and replied.

You first baby ;)

She choked on her last sip of wine as a photo of Ned's dick popped up on her phone screen followed by two words.

Your turn

"You're supposed to swallow it, brainless." Hannah chuckled.

"Whatever Han. Hey look, people in the movie are making out. Critique them or something." She said, sitting on the edge of the couch. "I'm gonna order the pizza."

When she looked back at her phone, below that fucking perfect picture of him was another message.

Not going to pay your debt, Clancy? ;)

It was on. And he knew it.

She'd stood up, wobbled slightly and with the pretense of going to pee and ordering a pizza, she walked to her room and took a breath. She was no good at this. If Ned wanted a hot photo of her she tended to let him take it himself. But he'd challenged her. Plus the alcohol had given her the right amount of confidence.

Pulling her shirt over head, she'd put the front-facing camera on and awkwardly tried to get a photo, trying a few different ones until she got one she liked. She sent it off before she pulled her shirt back. And in the second before she realized the door opened, she saw Hannah over her shoulder in the camera, her expression one of pure joy at the situation.

"I was just coming to tell you we should Hawaiian, but I'll take this, too, if you're offering," Hannah smirked and then winked. "Sending naughty photos, are we?"

"Get out!" She laughed and so had Hannah. She'd never heard her sound so amused as she yelled at her to leave.

Grabbing her shirt, she ran to the door, shoved her out and slammed it shut, her cheeks burning hotter than they'd ever been. Suddenly she felt very sober and let her head thud against the door, listening to her laugh. Oh, Jesus. She was never going to let her live this down.

Once Katie finally got Hannah to shut up about seeing her boobs, she reached to grab her phone again. Until there was a knock on the door.

Katie sipped the last bit of her glass of wine, "Are you expecting somebody?"

"Nope," Hannah popped the 'p' in her word and Katie rolled her eyes.

"Obviously not," she laughed. "Hello?" She opened the door to reveal Ned holding a pizza box.

"Hey you," Ned grinned and stepped closer. She threw her arms around her him. Her legs wrapped around him as Hannah stole the pizza and he could properly pick her up. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. So much. How did you get away?" She asked.

"Devon owes me a few favors," he smiled, leaning in to press his face into her neck. He breathed her in, walking into the apartment and kissing her neck. "He took my shift in the morning."

"So you sent me that picture in the car?" She smirked, rubbing his back. "Nice, Ned."

"Would you have rather me stayed home?" He asked.

"Never," she whispered.

He stepped back to lift her chin and studied her until she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He returned the soft pressure and gasped when she opened her lips under his. "Katie…" He groaned.

She sighed into his mouth and threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. His solid frame against her felt like her anchor to the world while his lips made her feel like she was floating. Heat spread from her chest into the pit of her stomach, and she squirmed in his arms as his tongue rubbed against hers.

"Katie, slow down," he pled in between kisses, chuckling as he set her back down and shut the door and pushed him onto him.

"I don't want to," she kissed his neck and a moan caught in the back of his throat as she rubbed her hand over his crotch.

She was so warm against him, and suddenly he didn't want to stop either. She wound her arms around his neck again and nibbled on his earlobe with her teeth. His fingers found the hem of her tank and traced the smooth skin of her back.

"Baby, I've missed you," Ned mumbled half-heartedly. As she reached his lips again to kiss him, her tongue slid against his, she moved her hips into him and drew him down and onto hers, rubbing as hard as she could against him.

He grunted and pulled his mouth away. "That's it. Bedroom. Now." Without another word he quickly pulled her up and into his arms, slinging her over his shoulder like he was a Neanderthal and she weighed as much as paper. She giggled, a drunk, giddy feeling settling over her.

Once they were safely inside her room, she tugged her shirt over her head as he laid her down on the bed. He pulled back and pulled his shirt over his head. He pulled his belt loose next and slid his jeans down before he moved to lay by her.

"I've missed you more," she smiled as he laid on top of her.

"You're beautiful," he groaned before dipping his head to her nipple and teasing it with his tongue. She moaned as she arched her back to give him a better angle. He grunted and pressed her into the mattress.

His mouth moved down to her neck, sucking at her pulse point and she gasped, her hips rocking upwards at the same time he pressed his firmly down onto hers, the feel of him pushing against her warmth making them both groan.

Katie felt delicious. Ned's hands skimmed up her sides touching everything he could from hip to breasts and down again, his hips thrusting lightly against hers. His boxer covered center grinding against the silky material of her panties. Thank god she went with the good underwear today. She hadn't been expecting him to come over.

"I want you," he had pulled his mouth away from her neck and kissed her lips between words.

She felt a thrill shoot through her spine at his words. "Bed. Wall. Floor. You could take me anywhere you want." She sucked his top lip into her mouth flicking it gently with her tongue and watched as his eyes flickered shut.

He groaned. "You can't say things like that if I'm going to last longer than five minutes."

She wiggled her hips underneath him. "I'm just impatient." Her hands reached round to his back, gripping his shoulders before moving down to his ass. She grabbed it with her hands, digging her nails in and making him gasp.

"Katie," he groaned and his eyes flew open. His insistent hands were pushing her pants and panties off onto the floor. The bed was cold against her bare ass but it only made her feel hotter.

His hands held her firm, balanced on the very edge of the counter as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and his head dipped between her thighs.

The first pass of his tongue had her wailing. He'd always been so good at this, could play her body like a violin, winding her up so tightly she could only chant his name, an invocation. But he's utterly relentless, not giving her a second's reprieve.

The way he moaned against her flesh, she's certain he's stroking himself, and that knowledge almost sent her spiraling over the edge. "Please, Ned," she whined. "I need more." she tugged his hair until he's leaning over her, licking his lips, eyes dark and hooded. "I need you."

He cupped her face, smiling before he kissed me hard. She could taste herself on his lips. Even as he slid off his boxers, he held her fast, keeping her securely balanced. He's always so giving, in every way.

Her soft, affectionate thoughts were scattered to the wind as he pressed into her. He's big and so hard, and even as wet as she was there's that pinch, that breathless moment of wondering if he'll fit, but he did. He fit her perfectly, in every way. Always.

He took his time. When it came to loving her, he never rushed. He set a controlled pace, every smooth stroke nudging that place inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into the firm flesh of his beautiful ass. "I love your ass," she groaned and he chuckled against her skin.

She was lost in pleasure, panting his name. His strokes were sure and generous as he built her fire.

"How did I get so lucky?" he murmured against her throat.

"I'm the lucky one," she moaned, nibbling on his ear. "Harder," she panted, and he made a strangled groan deep in his throat.

He cupped her ass in his hands, tilting her hips to hammer into her. He's frantic, all he could do was cling to him and surrender. He pressed his face against her shoulder, panting nonsense and filth, pleading with her to come with him.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her blood screamed in her veins. She just couldn't get over that last hill.

She was close, but he's closer, and he seemed to understand that. He could see it in the way her brows scrunched up at the very end of each moan. He shifted his grip to snake a hand between them, stroking his thumb against her and she flew.

She came so hard the noises got stuck and all she could do was bite his shoulder hard while she rode out the waves of intense pleasure. It's enough to drag him over the edge with her, his sharp cry of pleasure echoing through the kitchen as he pulsed inside her. Then he slumped against her, clinging as he struggled to control his breathing.

"I'm going to be thinking about this the entire time while you're back in Grandview until this semester is over," she giggled as she felt him kiss her neck. "I'm thinking about how much I want to do it all over again."

His eyes light up even as his mouth twitched in amusement. "What's gotten into you?"

She rolled him off her and slid up against him. "You, just a few moments ago." She winked at him, slipping from the bed and pulling on his shirt. He was a bit taller than her and the shirt hung at about her thighs as she started to saunter away on shaky-fawn legs. She stopped just underneath the mistletoe by her door and bit her lip. "Look where I'm standing..."

He laughed outright and joined her after pulling his boxers on, kissing her sweetly. "Go steal the rest of the pizza…" he murmured against her lips.

"Okay," she smiled, pulling away after too short of a minute. "Go lay down and find something to watch on my tv. Something romantic, maybe?"

"You're going to be the death of me, but fine." He groaned, but dutifully and turned on the tv. "Be quick. Grab me something to drink from the fridge."

"Fine," she sighed and then winked at him. "Get comfy for me."