Kirsty didn't think she had really had that much to drink.

Back in college she had been able to handle her liquor so much better. In fact, she had split a bottle of wine with Steve and had still been able to sober up when Oliver called and the two went out for coffee. Besides a faint buzz, she thought she was totally fine. Quick flashes went across her, remembering what had happened. She was laying on the pull out couch that had been moved in just a few days ago. She felt the springs underneath squeaking loudly as Oliver laid on top of her. It was dark in the apartment, only the occasion flash of headlights from the street below.

She laid there, barley able to focus as her vision kept blurring. Both were naked, she wasn't exactly sure where they had thrown their clothes. In fact, she didn't even remember getting undressed. She laid there, feeling his weight on top of her, laying between her legs and roughly thrusting into her. It was uncomfortable, but she laid there underneath him as his buried his head against her neck grunting. Kirsty's hands flapped weakly, barley clutching onto his arching shoulders.

She laid there staring at the ceiling as she got pushed deeper into the thin mattress of the couch, and couldn't believe she was really here. Besides two somewhat serious boyfriends, she had only been really with three guys. Never before a one night stand with someone she had just met. She felt him sink deeper into her, causing her to stiffen up as his free hand ran over her breast, cupping and squeezing it. Kirsty wanted to tell him this was a mistake. She was drunker than she thought. In fact, she felt as if she didn't have any control whatsoever in this. She laid there hearing the loud squeaking of the springs as he continued into her now in a frantic rhythm. Kirsty tossed her head to the side and then heard crying.

Crying?

Yes, it was a baby somewhere in the darkness of the apartment loudly crying.

Looking around the vague shadows of her apartment, still at all the unpacked boxes stacked around, she lifted her head and gently pushed on his chest.

"You hear that?"

She muttered. Oliver paused mid thrust before looking down at her, sweat dripping down his face which was flushed. Staring at her, he lifted one of his bushy eyebrows.

"Huh?"

Kirsty looked around when the crying seemed to stop. Laying her head back, she licked her lips and stared up at him.

"Nothing...I think I'm way too drunk..."

Oliver stared down surprised.

"Really?" Kirsty closed her eyes and nodded, running her hand across her forehead.

"Yeah...I'm sorry..."

Oliver pulled out of her, and rolled over beside her.

"Shit I'm sorry..."

Kirsty's eyelids fluttered open and stared at him laying beside her. His penis was still sticking up, and she could see how broad his chest looked, and how shinny his skin looked with a thin glaze of sweat covering him. Turning, he looked at her and gave her a worried expression as he cupped the side of her face.

"I'm sorry, I would have never...if I knew you were too drunk..."

Kirsty shook her head, laying closer to him, running her hand across the hair on his chest.

"No, it's all right...I just feel sorta weird. I don't know...trust me I want to do this really..."

Oliver laughed as Kirsty smiled at him.

"It's just...I don't usually do this and I...think I might like you. I would just like to sorta remember it you know."

Oliver nodded.

"Yeah...I know."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips.

"I can get going..."

"No, stay really...I sorta don't wanna be alone tonight...is that okay?"

"Yeah sure, I can sleep on the floor..."

"Oliver you were just inside me, I think it's okay if you sleep here."

Laughing, Oliver turned, deeply kissing her before gathering her in his arms. Kirsty turned, feeling somewhat comforted and took a deep breath as she stared off into the darkness. Her head was still spinning and she felt herself about to drop off at any second. She felt Oliver's warm breath on the back of her neck as she laid down, drifting off into sleep.

That's when the dream came.

She was standing in the dinning room of her father's new house. The crying she had heard had returned. She was almost in a trance, walking towards the table where a sheet laid. Feathers were floating around as she saw blood begin to blossom. Reaching forward, she stared down and... She awoke with a start, she saw Oliver was sitting straight up beside her gasping for breath. The sheets they were sharing tangled around them. Kirsty gasped before she looked at Oliver.

Both stared at each other before Kirsty felt her heart begin to hammer harder in her chest.

"Daddy!"

She reached for the phone, never feeling so scared before in her life. After five or six rings her father's comforting sleepy voice answered. Clutching the phone, she felt a million times better just hearing him. That nightmare had been awful. After he reassured her that he was fine, she hung up, finally getting a hold of herself. Oliver was back in his jeans and had just left the bathroom. Walking over, he sat on the edge of the pull out and stared at her as she hung up, the sheets gathered around her like a gown.

"Sorry...just had such a bad dream. I must seem like such a kid..."

Oliver smirked and rubbed the side of her cheek gently. "No problem, I had a bloody awful dream myself."

"Everything okay?" "Oh yeah...say why don't I get going..."

"I'm sorry for waking you..."

"No it's fine, I can maybe see you later on today, bring some coffee...your going to have one hell of a hangover."

Smiling Kirsty smirked.

"I'm feeling it all ready...would it be okay if you stayed. I sorta don't wanna be alone."

"Are you sure?" Kirsty smiled nodding before gently wrapping her arms around her and kissing him. Both of their mouths began working open and closed before Kirsty pulled him down towards her. Right away her hands began to fumble to the button of his jeans. Pausing, Oliver starred down.

"You okay to do this?"

Smiling, Kirsty nodded pulling him down. Not knowing everything now was being set into motion.