The morning was, in one word, unbearable. Jon had gotten up early, already making a pot of complimentary coffee.
That little beep, saying it was done, was what woke me.
"Jon…"
"There's coffee." That was it. Seemed weird, him not saying anything else.
"Yeah. I'll take some of that."
I wasn't seriously hung over. I rarely am. My head ached and my stomach felt weird but I'm never really that sick.
Jon gave no signs of a hang over himself. I had to wonder if it was all the coffee. But thinking back, he didn't drink much at all.
"We should check on Fuu."
"Yeah, probably right on that one, Jon."
I got up, feeling surprisingly sore.
"Fuck, what am I forgetting?"
Jon laughed, almost harshly, and held up his hands innocently.
"What'd we do when we got back?" I waited a beat. "Wait, now I remember."
After the fight, Fuu and I spent most of the walk back falling over each other and annoying Jon.
"Oh, Mr. Morgan, I don't know if your hands should be there!"
She'd pitched forward, falling over my legs. I'd fallen after her. To get up from our pile, I held her waist, letting one and fall and cup her ass. The other took a quick squeeze of one of her tits. Hey, at least I'm being honest about what I did!
And she got up. Jon looked at us. She looked at me. I looked at Jon and she was kissing me. My hands we on the ground, where I'd left them after she stood. My lips stayed in the slightly parted, surprised look I get when I'm shitfaced.
Still, she slipped her tongue in, she was pretty good, but less experienced than I would have guessed.
Then, like she was seeing me for the first time, she got up and started tipsy-running, looking like she was about to break an ankle running in the high, skinny heels she wore that night.
I stayed on the ground.
"Don't look at me."
Jon squatted near me.
"Sorry." I mumbled it, not expecting him to hear.
"Hm?"
"Sorry," I said, but barely any louder.
"Oh, you're not sorry yet, darling."
He pulled my head back, long fingers tangled in my bleached hair. He bit my throat, hard and beneath my collar, leaving an imprint of his perfect teeth. I didn't moan, cause that's not what dudes like me do, but I did gasp. I was surprised, okay?
"You're not sorry yet."