Warning: Smut! And swearing.

Oh fuck...

My head is pounding...whats that smell?

Is that me?

Wirt slowly blinked his heavy eyelids open, luckily to a darkened room making the process a little easier.

He realized half of his upper body was hanging off the side of the bed he was in, and he was staring directly into a bucket full of vomit.

Well that answers that...

The slowly awakening boy lifted his head to see his baby brother sleeping soundly in the bed across from him, causing a sigh of relief to leave his chest as he became more aware of his surroundings.

Wirt rose out of the soft sheets and gently placed the pads of his toes on the hardwood floor, tiptoeing across the bedroom as to not wake Greg, before quietly opening the door and searching for the bathroom. It was a little troublesome for the drowsy teen to remember where Beatrice told him the bathroom was in the large house, but he figured it out after a couple mistaken doors of her siblings.

He didnt bother turning on the light until after he finished his long awaited business in the toilet; but when he did turn on the light, he was frozen staring at himself in the mirror.

Of course there was the bags under his eyes and paleness in his face from spewing last nights contents into a tin bucket, and as shocking as it was for him to see how shitty he looked hungover, the hickies scattered all over his neck and chest topped it all. Even the small detail of his shirt being missing and his pants being changed slipped passed him at the sight.

Wirt eventually came to his senses, and began prodding at the small purple and blue marks; feeling which ones were more sensitive.

He tried his hardest to think about the events of the night before, but it just caused a headache to return to his fragile brain. He remembered the flirting with a certain blue clad girl, and kissing her, but not much else.

"What did we do last night..." The hungover teen whispered to himself.

He shook his head of the thoughts for the moment, before turning on the cold water from the sink and rinsing his face and mouth.

Wirt went back to the room to quickly fetch a t-shirt, making sure the collar was high enough to cover most of the damage done to his skin, before carefully making his way down the stairs trying not to wake the house with the creaking wood beneath his feet.

He went into the kitchen, stomach now craving subtance after being brutally emptied.

Wirt stood at the doorway after finding a just as hungover red-head sitting at the small kitchen table, sipping from a steaming mug held between her slender fingers, half covered by her knit sweater she seemed to throw on before leaving her bedroom.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and took a deep breath before deciding that saying hello might be a good idea.

Just play it cool...

"...Hel-"

"Good morning, dummy. Are you having coffee or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?"

Wirt looked over at Beatrice as she was hiding her smirk behind her mug. He shifted his eyes around the room a bit before answering her.

"Uh...y-yes?"

...Good job, Wirt.

He gently slapped his hand to his forehead, before he heard the soft, pretty giggles coming from her.

She put down her mug and stood up to fetch another mug and pour freshly brewed coffee into it from the coffe maker on the counter, all with a gentle smile splayed on her features.

"I'll assume you meant yes to the coffee." Beatrice said before sitting back down, placing the mug on the table across from her.

Wirt took that as a sign that he should sit with her. He really didn't want to face her first thing in the morning after the moves he pulled on her last night, but she seemed to be taking his stupidity in stride; at least that's how it plays out in his mind.

The brunette took a seat, and took cautious sips of the black coffee, not daring to look up at Beatrice who was clearly staring right at him.

"Wirt...would you relax?" She breathed out, still keeping a small smile on her lips.

He looked up at her when she said this, gulping down his coffee, but staying quiet.

"I know how worked up you can get...I promise you nothing major happened last night, okay?"

The embarassed boy looked stunned for a moment before his eyebrows knit together.

"Nothing major...? Beatrice, I kissed you! A-and all of these hickies...I don't even know how far we went...This is major! F-for me at least..." Wirt ran his clammy fingers through his messy hair, trying his hardest to keep calm, but his tapping foot said otherwise.

Beatrice reached across the oak wood table and grabbed Wirt's shaking hand, making small circles with her thumb on the back of it to try and get his undevided attention.

Despite his frantic paranoia, undevided attention is what he gave her.

"First of all, I kissed you. Second of all, I enjoyed every bit of it; So don't start thinking you did something wrong. I know you blame yourself for what happened with Sarah...and I'm sure you're about to blame yourself for what happened between you and I, especially with the drinks involved, but don't."

Beatrice felt Wirt's hand stop shaking, hoping it was a good sign and that he didn't throw himself into shock, she gently tapped his cheek with the tips of her fingers.

"..Understand?" she questioned.

Wirt blinked his eyes a few times before opening his mouth slightly as if to say something.

"You...you really liked it...? I-I wasn't being, you know...too much?"

Beatrice took a deep breath and closed her eyes, debating on how she should approach the stupid question.

"That's what I said, Wirt. I loved it; and you loved it. There's absolutely nothing wrong with what happened last night...Well, at least I don't think there is."

Wirt searched her face for any chance of her joking around, but she was completely serious. He scratched the back of his neck and let a small, breathy chuckle escape his lips. It was difficult for Wirt to take her seriously, not knowing why a girl like her would enjoy kissing a guy like him. The ginger smiled at this, seeming to finally get through to him.

"Why was kissing me such a big deal anyway? You've gone farther, havent you?" She asked, a small smirk playing on the corners of her mouth.

Wirt blushed profusely before replying.

"W-well...I mean, yeah; I kissed Sarah, but I didn't feel anything...and she shoved her hand down my pants before I could even react to it...I..I hated it really. That's when I told her to go home."

Beatrice looked concerned for a moment before he continued.

"I suppose it's a big deal with you because...It meant something to me. If we were going to go this far-" He gestured to the bruises. "-I would have wanted to remember ever moment of it."

A wide smile spread across Beatrice's face, before reaching her other hand up to flick Wirt on his forehead.

"Silly thing...all we did was makeout and I gave you a few love-bites-"

Wirt tugged down the collar of his shirt, exposing the hickies to Beatrice with a look on his face saying 'just a few?'

She laughed and fixed his shirt back into place before continuing.

"-but!...It meant a lot to me too."

She finished, watching Wirt's smile stretch out as he stared into her big, brown orbs.

"S-so...You really like me then? Like; like like?"

"Yes, you doofus."

They both soflty laughed at each other, before Wirt entertwined his pale fingers in her delicate ones.

He started to lean over the table slowly, Beatrice doing the same as she fluttered her eyes closed, waiting for his swollen lips to meet hers.

"Goooooood morning! Hey, do you have fruity pebbles?! If not toast is okay too."

Greg spoke loudly as he entered the kitchen, walking over to the table the teens were sitting at. Wirt leaned back in his chair abruptly as he rolled his eyes. Beatrice let go of his hand, missing the warmth but putting that aside as she laughed at Wirt's reaction.

"We have some oatmeal if you want, squirt." She said as she turned her attention to the bed-headed child below her.

"Oats and meals! Sure thing, lady." He smiled up at her, before following her to the pantry to fetch the ingredients.

Wirt stayed in his seat, drinking his coffee. He watched Beatrice move around the kitchen, the gracefuless of her arms, how her steps hardly make a sound, and the caution she takes making sure the small boy stays out of harm, while still allowing him to assist her in the breakfast making.

Wirt couldn't help but fantasize about an older Beatrice, wearing her slimming A-line dresses, her hair half hazzardly pinned up as she balanced cooking pots while making breakfast for a beautiful child they made together.

Okay Wirt...what the fuck.

The half awake brunette shook his head of his far fetched thoughts, deciding it best to stop staring at her and focus on finishing his coffee. The drowsyness and nausea from his hangover was slowly disipating as he moved on to his second fill of the bitter substance.

Beatrice held a towel under the warm bowl of fresh oatmeal before handing it over to Gregory's small hands, and placing the lid onto the pot of leftover oatmeal resting on the stove as he carefully left the kitchen to eat his breakfast in the dining room.

She sighed as she walked towards Wirt, standing in front of him.

"You finished with that?" She pointed to the half empty mug of coffee in his hands.

"Not really, but I ca-"

Before he could finish speaking, Beatrice pulled the mug from him and placed it on the table, then snatched his hand and dragged him out of the chair and out of the kitchen.

"U-uhm! Beatrice? A-are you okay?" Wirt tried speaking loud enough to catch her attention but still kept a lid on his volume due to the rest of her family still sleeping.

He didn't know if she heard him or not, if she did she was ignoring him while she lead him up the stairs and into her bedroom for the second time since he's arrived.

Wirt stood in the middle of the room, a bit dizzy and very confused.

She closed and locked her bedroom door before turning to face the flustered boy.

"I just really wanted to kiss you...again." She admitted, slightly embarassed by her own advances.

Wirt smiled as he looked at the floor, biting his lip before looking back up at her.

"Then kiss me...again." Wirt was shocked at his own confidence, but hid it from his features as he watched the beautiful red-head approach him.

She carefully wrapped her long arms around his neck, as he reached one of his arms around her slim waist, while the other hand traced its way up her spine until it met the nape of her neck.

He gently pulled her into him, they're eyelids closing as their coffee stained lips pushed together.

Beatrice tilted her head so her mouth would mould better to his, they're motions becoming more deep and heavy until Wirt tickled the tip of his tongue against her lower lip; a meek attempt to ask permission for entry, which she gave anyway.

Their tongues slid across one another, Wirt's exploring the heat of her mouth. The kiss quickly became more frantic as they're teeth began scraping and the taste of blood floating around from nipping at each others lips, begging for more friction.

Wirt pulled Beatrice flush against himself, wrapping his arms tighter around her as if she was going to slip through his hold at any moment.

Beatrice was getting more and more excited at Wirt's bold advances on her, loving every bit of it as she pushed him towards her bed. The back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress, causing him to fall back into the sheets, Beatrice landing above him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, shifting back so Beatrice was able to lift her legs onto the bed. When he was far back enough, he layed back down and tangled his hand in Beatrice's curly, soft locks as they continued to passionately kiss.

His other hand slowly slid down the side of her slender frame, cautiously rubbing small circles on her hip before reaching his hand farther to her round backside, causing a deep breath to leave her mouth as she continued her rough tonguing.

Wirt moved his hand lower to the back of her thigh, running his fingers gently around the inner part of her leg, pulling it over his own leg and lifting it up. She got the idea and did the same with her other leg until she was straddling his waist.

He ran his fingers through her hair until the tie came undone and fell some place on the bed, letting her locks curtain over them, before he lowered his hand to join the other on the back of her thighs, holding her off his groin slightly until he raised them to cup her soft rear, letting her press against his crotch.

They both let out a breathy moan at the contact. Beatrice siezed the kissing for a moment to catch her breath. She sat up on his lap, playing the tips of her fingers along his waistline before sliding her palms under his shirt, lifting it above his head as he raised his arms allowing her to strip him of the cloth.

After the shirt was ditched, she lifted the end of her sweater off of her body, revealing that she was only wearing a pair of panties underneath it. She threw it across the room before taking Wirt's hands and reaching them up to her small, perky breasts, gently covering them with the palms of his hands.

He stared up at her with his half lidded dilated eyes, his mind swimming and his senses drifting away as he began massaging the fleshy mounds, causing her to moan once more.

"You make such beautiful sounds..." Wirt whispered, mostly to himself as Beatrice began moving her hips back and forth against his clothed groin. His hard-on pressing against the shape of her lower lips hidden by her small, white underwear.

He groaned while thumbing her stiffened pink nipples, while she reached her hands down to tug on the sweat pants that she changed him into the night before, remembering that she accidently took his underwear off along with the knaki's he wore, causing him to now have nothing underneath the thick, grey fabric.

She smirked at this, before sitting up and roughly pulling the sweats down to his knees, a hiss escaping Wirt's mouth as the air swept across his hardened member. Beatrice took her seat back down on Wirt's lap, leaning down to begin kissing him again while he started a whole knew set of moans from being so much closer to Bratrice's warmth. He could more clearly makeout the soft, damp folds, throbbing as she grinds against his cock, begging for more.

Wirt started kissing down her neck, biting and licking at her milky skin as he traced his fingers down her stomach, to the elastic of her panties, snaking them underneath, and feeling across her trimmed lower curls before slipping his middle finger between her warm lips and gently feeling her wetness.

Beatrice bucked her hips and moaned as his fingers glided across her clit, causing him to start rubbing circles on her sensitive bud, eliciting more mewls from her throat.

In a spur of desperation to feel more of the beautiful aspects of Beatrice that are hidden from the rest of the world, Wirt grabbed onto her and flipped her down on the matress, before he crawled down her body, kissing and licking her skin and savouring every dip and curve as he made his way down to her nether regions, practically ripping the undergarmet off of her thighs and sinking his face into her scent.

He took a tentitave lick from below her urethra up under the hood of her clit and pressed and stroked it with his tongue, before enclosing his lips around her and sucking gently while keeping his apendage active on her most sensitive area.

Beatrice kept her twitching legs wide open while her finger nails dug into Wirt's shoulders as she watched him work away her senses. Her breathing was becomming raggid and it was getting harder for her to keep her voice low as her orgasm was beginning to approach the pit of her stomach.

Wirt could feel the way Beatrices muscles throbbed and flinched under his tongue and took it as a sign that she was feeling good. He decided to take it a step further and circle the tip of his tongue around her entrance, before slowly plunging it inside of her moist walls. She lifted her fist up to her mouth to bite on it, attempting to stop herself from screaming from the pleasure.

He reached his arm around her thigh and let his fingers take over the stimulation on her clit while he thrust his tongue in and out of her hole. His other hand snaking down his own body to touch himself.

"W-Wirt...I'm gonna come..." Beatrice blurted out before her walls contracted tightly around Wirt's tongue and her juices overflowed into his mouth, her hips spasming and her eyes rolling back into her head as she rode out her orgasm.

Wirt lifted his face, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before resting both his hands on either of her knees.

"Shit, Wirt...where did you learn that?" She panted out while smiling up at the content boy.

"N-no where...I just did what I thought would work i suppose." He shrugged his shoulders as he knelt between her still open legs, looking down at her lovingly, patiently.

Beatrice chuckled, then pulled him down to her and kissed his warm lips hotly, before reaching down and wrapping her soft hand around his hard, leaking cock.

She stroked slowly and gently, before pulling it so the underside of his member rubbed against her folds, sopping wet from the mix of cum and saliva.

Wirt shivered at the contact, and leaned up on his forearms to look Beatrice in the face.

His expression showed slight concern, wanting her to make sure she was making the right choice by going through with this.

"Beatrice...?" He held the side of her face in his hand, after swiping away a few stray hairs from her forehead.

"Please, Wirt..." She looked up at him, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed, hopeful that he would take her for himself.

Wirt took a deep breath, and planted his lips on hers before sliding his member back and prodding the head at her entrance.

Then he pushed inside her.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she groaned in pain under Wirt's kiss. He let go with a smack and looked down at her before starting a parade of apologies from having the tip inside of her. Beatrice kept assuring him she was okay despite her pain.

He continued to say 'sorry' everytime he pushed farther into her, until he was fully sheathed inside her heat.

Beatrice sighed of relief.

"Are you okay..?" He asked

"I told you I'm okay already, silly thing..." She smiled at him.

Wirt smiled back before peppering her glistening face with kisses as he began to move.

Beatrice moaned in pleasure as the intrusion finally began to feel amazing. Wirt started with small thrusts, letting her become comfortable with his length, which she was slightly surprised with.

The thrusts started becoming more frantic and deep, until Wirt was sitting up, holding Beatrice's ankles far apart as he pounded into her core, her fingers clenched into the sheets and her breasts bouncing with each slap of his hips against her inner thighs.

Sweatsstarted dripping down his forehead and chest, his abdomen and arms flexing as they twitch from the feeling of sex overwhelming him. Wirt threw his head back and bit down hard on his lower lip as he moaned, on the brink of his orgasm.

"B-Beatrice!"

Wirt yelled as he slammed inside of her, releasing ribbons of hot semen in and around her walls.

He thrusted a couple more times as he panted, coming down from his high.

Wirt flopped down ontop of Beatrice, the both of them a sloppy, sweaty mess, without a care in the world.

He wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his head on her chest while he tries catching his breath.

Beatrice lazily lifted her hand to play with the ends of Wirt's damp brown locks while his head rose and fell with her chest as she was gaining control of her breathing as well.

"We should do this again." Beatrice said, a smile playing on her pink lips.

Wirt laughed tiredly.

"Yeah..."

Little did Beatrice know that Wirt's mind was working overtime trying to comprehend what just happened.

We just...we just had sex.

SO it's been how long since my last update...I'm so sorry! I was traveling the whole summer, and also my laptop isnt windows anymore, so everything i had got deleted and i didnt even know how to use this new program, but i figured everything out. As an apology for not writing for forever, I wrote hot steamy smut. I wasn't even planning for them to have sex till later but eh, what difference does it make. Please review! I love all of you a ton.