A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry this took so long. My wedding is taking up a lot of my time, I've started taking a grammar class and I have so many other ideas rattling around in my head that it's taking a lot of work to focus on this and Summer Nights. I've been trying to write everyday so hopefully the next chapter will be posted sooner rather than later. I also have a lot of trouble writing the subject matter this chapter deals with but I will talk about that at the end of the chapter.
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I hope this was worth the wait and I hope you all enjoy!
I woke up the next morning in my bed with a vengeful hangover; rolling over on my back, I placed my hand on my head. "Oh my god," I groaned, sitting up and putting my other hand on my stomach, feeling the acid and alcohol sloshing around encouraging my sickness.
The hand on my stomach immediately flew to my mouth as I ran to the bathroom and threw up violently into the toilet. After my stomach was empty, I flushed the toilet and collapsed onto the cold tile, whimpering, "I'm never drinking again."
Crawling across the floor, I pulled myself up to the sink to brush my teeth. I opened a bottle of water to do so and when I was done I drank the rest. I got a good look at myself in the mirror and I looked like hell warmed over. I brushed my hair, wiped my face clean of any makeup and moisturized. I found some Advil for my head and opened another bottle of water, finishing that as well.
I took a deep breath in; I was feeling better, not great, but better. I walked back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed with the intent of going back to sleep. As I lay there I began going over the events from the previous evening. These were the things I knew for sure: it was Jesus' birthday, we played Flip, Sip or Strip and I drank a lot. I tried to remember particulars, I remembered talking to Eric and Luna about Nicki Minaj, I remembered Alcide trying to persuade Jesus to sing karaoke and I remembered dancing with Eric in a way that is less than appropriate.
Eric.
The night seemed drenched in Eric. We danced on the coffee table half naked to Biggie. We went outside and talked. We talked a lot about so many things but there was no memory of how I had gotten back to my room and into bed. As realization dawned me I gasped and brought my hand to my mouth.
I had sex with Eric. Hysteria coursed through my body but I lay perfectly still on my bed trying to figure out if it had actually happened or if it was an alcohol fuelled sex dream caused by having danced so intimately with him.
No, it couldn't have been a dream. The details, which were flooding back to me, were too vivid. I could feel the shadow of his hands all over my body, what his lips felt like against mine, what he felt like inside of me. Those memories couldn't have been dreams; they were very, very real.
I felt three very different emotions as I processed what I had done. The first was worry. This could destroy not only our friendship but the band. I was lucky that Eric was there when Bill left the band. If he were to leave now or if I did, the band would not survive. Our friendship would be in shambles as well and I couldn't lose Eric, he was my centre, the main thing that kept me from spinning out. He was good for me.
The second was confusion. I wasn't sure what our night together meant, if anything. To Eric, it could have just been a drunken one night stand with a friend. To him, sex was just something you did, it didn't hold any kind of weight like it did for me. It could have simply been a night of release; a one time thing. It confused me because I didn't want it to be a one time thing, I wanted to do it again. Out of all the things I could remember from the night before, it was the orgasm that stood out in my mind. It was the fastest I had ever had one and probably the most intense. My life was a mess, intense and efficient orgasms weren't something I wanted to give up.
This confusion led into the next feeling, giddiness. I was giddy! I hadn't felt this good in a long time. It was the first time since the break up I didn't immediately think of Bill the moment I woke up. I had my hangover to partially thank for that but everything else was Eric and I wanted him again.
I bit my lip and sat up realizing I was never going to sleep with these thoughts rattling around in my dehydrated head. I closed my eyes and listened for any noise inside the house. It sounded empty so either everyone was still asleep or they were out. I reached for my cell phone and saw that it was a quarter past noon. They were definitely out. No one in this band, hungover or not, slept that late.
I stood and put on some boy shorts and the first shirt I could find; a well worn cotton t-shirt Eric had given me for my 21st birthday. It said, 'fuck you Eric' on it; he said it was my favorite phrase and I should have a shirt to commemorate that. I hesitated before putting it on, not wanting to give him the wrong idea but it was the most comfortable shirt I owned and I wanted to be at ease.
I opened my door and padded out quietly with the intent of looking for Eric or waiting for him in his room until he returned with the others.
I didn't have to look for long, he was sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal and reading a magazine. He had on a pair of stripped pyjama bottoms, no shirt and no socks. His hair was a mess and he was wearing his reading glasses. He looked up at me as he swallowed whatever food he had in his mouth. "Morning," he croaked.
I walked towards him, shuffling my feet and rubbing my arm awkwardly. "Morning," I replied as I reached the island and pulled myself up so I was sitting and facing him. "Where is everyone?"
"Luna is leading them on a detox hike." He paused to put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "I figured I would stay here so you weren't alone when you woke up." He said through his food.
I nodded slowly and looked out the window at the beach while I decided how to approach this. How do you ask one of your oldest friends to be your fuck buddy while you get over his best friend? "Are you hungover?" I asked. I knew he was because of the light layer of sweat covering his forehead and torso. Eric was always sweaty when he was hungover no matter the temperature and right now we were standing in a snow globe. There was a layer of goosebumps covering my skin.
He nodded slowly as he looked up at me over his glasses. "You?"
"Yep," I answered gripping the edge of the counter.
"You should eat something, you'll feel better. I can make you something if you want."
"What are you eating?" I asked leaning towards him to look into the bowl.
He laughed and slid whatever was remaining over to me. "Here, finish it."
I picked up the dish and scooped a spoonful of mushy bran flakes and raisins into my mouth. "I didn't know they had Raisin Bran in Brazil."
He let out a sigh of exhaustion. "Are we gonna talk about what happened last night or ignore it? I just need to know how to play this." He leaned towards me as I looked down at him, trying to slurp up milk that was dribbling down my chin.
I took a deep breath and put the bowl down. "I want to talk about it."
"Do you regret it?" He was staring at me with so much concentration it made me feel awkward and then nervous.
His intensity threw me off and it took me longer to answer than I would have liked. "No," I managed to say. "Do you?"
He paused and looked away from me deciding what to say. "In a way yes but ultimately, no, I don't regret it." He turned to face me again.
I furrowed my brow wanting to question him as to what he meant but he spoke before me. "Well, if you don't regret it and I don't regret it then there's no need for anything to be awkward. We can just put it behind us and move on. No big deal, it was a one time thing." He flipped to the next page of the magazine.
"Or..." I squeaked out after I worked up the bravery to say something.
"Or what?" He inquired curiously.
"Or it cannot be a one time thing." I shot him a side glance.
He shifted in his chair so his whole body was angled towards me. "What?"
"Would it be so bad if we did it a few more times? Help each other out? Good sex is good sex, it seems like a waste to just never do it again if we are both single."
"So you're saying you want to be fuck buddies?" He tilted his head towards me like that would somehow help him hear me better.
"Friends with benefits is a nicer term." I grinned at him as he stood, placing his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs slightly so he could stand in between them, leaning against the counter. "But I think we should set some ground rules before we do this, no need to get caught up in semantics." I informed him, placing my hands on his warm chest letting my fingers trace over his tattoos.
"What are your terms?" He asked bringing his lips to my neck, dragging them across the skin as his warm breath made my nipples harden.
"This cannot effect the band." I moaned out as he kissed behind my ear. "The band must always come first."
"Agreed." He murmured, his tongue running up the length of neck.
"This is strictly sex. If we develop feelings for one another then we have to opt out. I just can't be in a relationship right now."
"Okay."
"I think we shouldn't worry the band with this, it stays between you and me."
"Yeah, if its just sex then there is no reason they should know." His hands were ghosting down my sides pulling me closer to him.
"Do you have anything you'd like to add?" I asked pulling his glasses off his face and placing them on the counter.
"What happens when this trip is over and we go back to the real world?" He asked as he lightly trailed his fingertips up the outside of my thighs.
"Can we cross that bridge when we get there?" I asked running my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. "Can this just be what it is for right now?"
He looked away from me before nodding. "I can live with that." He smiled as he leaned in to kiss me but my hand immediately came up to push him away. "What? What's the matter?" He questioned.
"I don't think we should kiss." I said, my fingers lingering on his lips.
He rolled his eyes. "What is this, Pretty Woman? I'm kissing you Sook." He leaned in again and I pushed him away a second time.
"I think it's too intimate. It's just a recipe for disaster, it'll lead to feelings to quickly." This was the thing I was most frightened by, I already loved him and I knew how easy it would be to fall in love with him and that was something I couldn't handle. I knew what it was like to be hurt by Eric Northman and it was something I didn't want to feel again.
He sighed and leaned in, lightly dragging his lips over my own before whispering, "I'm going to taste you, I'm going to be inside of you, I'm going come inside of you. It really doesn't get much more intimate than that."
My heart was racing, my breathing was shallow while my body flushed and arousal began to pool between my legs, my hips bucking forward.
"I'm going to kiss you now." His hand snaked down to the small of my back and he cradled my head to keep me in place while his lips touched my own.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself towards him so my body was even with his. The kisses were different then the night before, these kisses weren't as frantic but instead more passionate. His lips were soft, warm, supple and he tasted like milk and bran. He smelled sweet from the alcohol making its way out of his pores and his natural musk that I was so familiar with swirled around me. This was the most muscular he had ever been, solid, firm, and comforting. I felt safe.
He tugged at the hem of my shirt trying to pull it up and over my head. His hands moved up my sides until they reached my breasts and traced the tattoos under them. His hands were rough and calloused, like mine, from playing the guitar for so many years. The sensation was so different from being touched by Bill who had long, soft piano fingers.
His hands slowly moved over my breasts before he palmed them in his large hands, taking the time to pinch my nipples between his fingers. A moan escaped my lips. His mouth captured mine and I pulled myself as close as I could, needing friction, rubbing myself against his prominent erection.
I whimpered into his mouth needing him to touch me. "Eric."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked taking a nipple into his mouth.
I took the hand which wasn't supporting his weight and placed it against my cunt. He stood and looked at me, not allowing me to break eye contact. The panties I was wearing were damp with my juices and Eric moaned when he pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers over my slick folds, circling my clit so my hips bucked off the counter. "God," I exhaled leaning my head on his shoulder.
He began planting kisses along my hair line just as he curled two fingers into me while using the heel of his palm against my clit. "Fuck." I cried out, falling back, gripping the edge of the counter as he pumped his digits in and out of me.
After a few moments he withdrew his fingers and I sat up. "What? No, come back." I nearly wept before realizing he had dropped to his knees and began kissing my inner thighs slowly, painfully slow, so slow I jerked my hips forward needing his mouth on me at that exact moment.
He looked up at me and shook his head. "Sook, all good things to those who wait." He grinned as he continued to kiss down my legs down toward my feet. I nodded and told myself to relax, enjoy what he was doing.
He knew I wasn't a foot person and he stopped kissing at my ankles, moving back up, mixing some love bites in between his kisses. "Don't leave marks I can't explain," I reminded him after one of his bites felt particularly deep.
He took my legs and hooked them over his shoulders moving so close to my pussy I could feel his breath against the wetness between my legs. The anticipation was killing me and I was quivering, my legs tightening and then releasing around his head. I was clutching the counter so tightly I thought I was going to break it and I moaned when the flat of his tongue pressed against me.
I heard him groan as he continued to lap at my arousal, sucking on my clit working me into a frenzy. My breathing had become shallow and I could feel my orgasm building in my lower abdomen. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more he thrust his two fingers back into me, scissoring them rapidly. I came moments after that, my vision going dark and the world going silent around me as pleasure engulfed my body, all my nerves firing at once.
When I regained my senses he was standing and pulling my panties off, I could feel the wet trails his fingers left on my outer thigh as he finally removed the garment and tossed it aside.
I could hear him fidgeting with his pants as he moved in between my legs and pushed his cock into me slowly.
I gasped at the sensation and sat up fully, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he began to move in and out of me.
"I can't believe this is actually happening." I breathed out as both of his hands cupped my ass and he moved me off the counter, bobbing me up and down as he saw fit.
"Again," he said absentmindedly, focusing on the task at hand.
"What?" I panted.
"Again, this is the second time. It's happening again." He moaned as he pushed me up against the counter, thrusting into me harder and deeper than he had before.
I gasped and clawed at his back, biting his shoulder.
"Don't leave marks I can't explain, Sook." He smirked the best he could, throwing my words back at me.
I wasn't even listening to him anymore as Eric continued to move in and out of me, his cock rubbing me in just the right spot. "Like that, like that. Hard and fast." I exhaled, gripping the back of his neck and the edge of the counter as he secured his arm around my waist and did as I asked.
It didn't take me long after that as the reality fell away for a few blissful moments while I came in Eric's arms.
Eric's legs gave out when his release came seconds after and we slowly lowered to the floor, desperately gasping for air. I sat on top of him, his length softening inside me as I rested my head on his shoulder. "You're good at that." I panted.
He chuckled. "What? Sex?"
I nodded.
"It's pretty much the only thing I have ever been good at, other than music." He admitted as he smoothed the hair away from my face and planted kisses anywhere he could. "You're not so bad yourself."
"I did nothing."
"You're vocal and that is very encouraging, believe me." His eyes scanned my face as the slightest grin pulled at his lips.
I smiled back and kissed him, knowing he was right, I wouldn't have been able to do this without being able to kiss. I stood as I held out my hand to help him up.
It was then we heard the shouting and giggling and we shot each other a worried glance knowing our roommates were on their way back from their hike.
"Fuck." We said at the same time as I bent down to pick up my panties and shirt and he put his pants back on.
We looked at each other and started smoothing out the others hair and making sure our clothes were on properly. I flew to the couch and turned on the TV and picked up a magazine on the table and began thumbing through it, not paying attention to any of the articles or pictures.
Eric calmly put his glasses back on and took his dish to the sink and began cleaning it.
"Wasn't that fun guys! Don't you feel so much better!" Luna sang as she came through the back door.
"I threw up two times Luna!" Alcide stated through gritted teeth.
"But you feel better, don't you?" She asked with her hands on her hips as all my other bandmates and their lovers filtered in looking as horrible as I'm sure they felt. My hangover had dulled considerably since the orgasmic endorphins were running through my veins.
"How was the hike?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"You are so lucky you were asleep." Tara muttered as she passed me heading for her bedroom.
Jesus and LaFayette collapsed on the couches on either side of me with moans of pain and discomfort. "I hate your birthday, Jesus!" LaFayette lazily shouted at his husband.
"I'm starting to hate it myself." Jesus agreed rolling on his back placing his hand on his forehead.
"Aren't you hungover, Sook?" LaFayette asked.
I nodded. "I've been hungover a lot so I am very good at hiding it." I smiled slyly and let my eyes drift to the TV.
Eric came around the other side of me and plopped down on the couch. He took the magazine out of my hand turned it right side up. I hadn't even noticed it was upside down. I looked over at him and he grinned. "Maybe you are more hungover than you think, Sook." He wiggled his eyebrows. "This is going to be fun."
I rolled my eyes and went back to reading the magazine, actually reading it as I tried not to think about the heat rolling off his body, or the musty, salty smell of his skin or the feeling of his hands all over me.
Eric started flipping through the channels and settled on a familiar show. "Oooooo, Stomp is on!" He exclaimed as he relaxed into the seat beside me.
I let out a breath. I really hoped this wasn't a mistake.
So what did everyone think?
One of the main reasons this took so long is because I'm not very good at writing smut. I want to get better at it. I have a problem what to call all the anatomy bits so I just went for it. I hope it was sort of okay.
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