I made my way from the door of the trailer - to the door of my bedroom, Sweet Pea hot on my heels.
As I climbed into my queen bed I could feel any reservations I had about starting something with a crew member dissolve, and if Sweet had any himself, he definitely wasn't showing them right now.
He crawled up the blue duvet to lay beside me, a hand going instantly to my hair and bringing our faces closer.
"You want me to stop you just say the word," he demanded, nuzzling his face into the crease between my neck and shoulder, laying soft kisses there to entice me.
I nodded and brought his face back to mine so I could kiss him properly.
Every touch and kiss could almost be considered lazy, the drugs in our system making us feel like there was no need to rush. His hands just barely grazed my exposed skin, skipping over any areas that would be considered inappropriate.
My hands were wound up in his hair, scratching his scalp, as my skin tingled pleasantly. The build up was wonderful, but I was starting to feel just slightly impatient. As his hand grazed the side of my breast once again, I moved mine with more purpose, tugging on the white t-shirt that was practically painted on.
He smirked at me and then obliged my unspoken request, peeling his shirt off and letting my hands and eyes do some much needed exploring. I let my short nails graze his skin and felt a tremor run through his body. His eyes locked back onto mine as he pushed my cropped shirt up. I lifted my hands away from his chest and above my head, allowing the shirt to join his somewhere on the floor.
I was high enough to not feel any embarrassment as I reached behind my back and unhooked my own bra, tossing it aside. His eyes raked over newly exposed flesh and his mouth followed the path his eyes had blazed seconds earlier. I could feel a low moan reverberate against my skin and I echoed the sound.
The mad grab for the button on his jeans demonstrated my impatience. My whole body was tingling and I wanted the full experience that was Sweet Pea. I could feel his hard length through the denim as I pulled his zipper down, earning me another slight moan.
I took my time feeling the length of him over his boxers, teasing him as he had teased me earlier. He seemed to growl low in his throat before removing my hands, followed by his last remaining article of clothing. He barely even let me look as he ripped my own jeans down my legs- flung off into a corner, forgotten the second they left my skin.
His mouth followed his hands from my ankles upwards…and was he ever good with that mouth. My back arched and I thought, not for the first time, that this is what sex and desire should feel like. Not the mad rush Archie had made it, not the me first and you never it had always been between us.
His tongue was nothing short of magical and his fingers were fantastic but I just couldn't seem to reach my peak. Whether that was me or the drugs would have to be discovered at another time. I pulled him up my body and kissed him, the taste of myself not entirely unpleasant, though not my favourite, it didn't dampen my enthusiasm to have him inside of me.
There was an awkward shuffle of him looking for the condom he swore was in his wallet, left in his jeans, somewhere on my bedroom floor. After successful retrieval it took a little more warming up to get us back to where we were, but in due time I felt ready to take him on again.
Short strokes led to longer ones…that feeling of euphoria slowly taking over again. It wasn't long before we were both panting, thrusting, changing angles…just trying to hit that sweet spot. Once his hands became involved again I was a goner. I groaned out his name and a few erratic thrusts later mine tumble from his lips.
He gently rolled off of me and went to remove the condom as I basked in a satedness I'd never received from anything besides my own hands. As he crawled back onto the bed I curled up into his side and sighed in contentment.
We both knew we'd have to talk about this, but it could wait until morning when we were less tired and more clear headed. So for now I felt myself drifting off as a kiss was pressed into my forehead.
(the next day)
My alarm blared and I went to smack it, feeling warm arms curl around my body as I went to get up.
"Sweet, come on, I need water, my mouth feels so gross," I complained, trying to pull out of his grasp. He just chuckled and eventually released me, swatting my backside as I stood up.
"Bring me a glass too."
I rolled my eyes and put on my robe, trekking to the kitchen to get a glass of water and start the coffee pot brewing. I was going to need almost the whole thing to myself to get through this day.
I dropped off the glass of water to a half dressed Sweet Pea and then retreated to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I was long overdue to get this two day old makeup off my face.
Once clean and dried off I wandered back into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee and smacked the hand snaking around me to try and take it from my grasp.
"You ever want another sleep over you will remove your hand from the water of life," I groused, heading to the cupboard for the sugar.
"Pre-coffee Betty is not to be messed with, got it," he laughed, grabbing another mug from the cupboard and pouring a smaller amount of coffee in, watching me closely as my eyes narrowed. "You can't drink all of this, Legs, let me have one cup."
"I muttered a vague threat and then shuffled off to my room, pulling a hair dryer and my brush from an as of yet unpacked tote. I was rummaging around for some of my darker makeup when Sweet popped his head back I the bedroom.
"I'm going to go home and change, I'll be back in an hour to give you a ride to school."
I nodded while sipping my coffee and watched from my window as he took off.
Guess we'll talk about this all later I thought to myself, not overly pleased with the situation but I had bigger fish to fry than figuring out a new relationship right now.
Southside high had a different set of rules than Riverdale and I needed to put on some heavy armor to survive my real first day…