Ages:

Ned - 23
Katie - 20

The coffee in her cup was probably cold by now; Katie had been leaning on the kitchen counter, staring at it the entire morning.

"Something wrong?" Ned's voice pulled her from her trance.

"What? No." She said, glancing up at him. "I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Okay." He doesn't sound entirely convinced, eyeing her as he walked toward her. "Listen, I've got to get going," he said, locking his eyes on hers. "You sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I promise." She smiled at him and then fixed the collar on his uniform.

When he leaned forward and grabbed his keys off the counter as she captured his lips in a kiss before he could say anything. She pushed her tongue against his mouth, and he instantly opened it to let her in. When her tongue brushed against him, she couldn't help the moan that escaped her.

In response, he grabbed her arms, pulling her a little closer, and his action made her ache for him even though he's right in front of her. She buried her hands in his hair and pushed her chest against his. She was still wearing her pajamas, and he could probably feel her nipples through the fabric.

When they finally broke apart it's Ned who spoke. "What was that for?"

"Nothing," she said innocently, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. "Just hope you have a good day at work is all."

"I am not buying that, Katherine." He never used that unless he was teasing her, which she could hear in his tone. "But when I get home tonight, I will finish what you started here," he said, moving his hand back and forth between them.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight then," she quickly responded, trying not to lie through her teeth to him.

"See you tonight," he gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too, Ned." She tried to give him a reassuring smile when he turned around to leave.

Tonight was Ned's bachelor party, and, knowing his buddies, there would be strippers. He had no idea that his best man Devon and some of his work colleagues were whisking him away this afternoon, and he probably wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning.

Even if she trusted the man she chose to marry completely, she was not keen on beautiful women grinding themselves on him the entire night.

So to keep herself occupied after she finished up her classes of the day, she cleaned up around the apartment, not knowing what else to do to keep her mind occupied from what will happen tonight. It was her final week before the end of the semester, which left her with nothing to distract her from her worries about tonight.

By the time she knew the boys would have picked up Ned, their apartment was spotless. Apparently cleaning was the only way for her to cope with restlessness and nerves. Her mother was the same. When there was nothing left for her to clean, she decided to finally give in and start watching a new show on Netflix.

It was one that her students would always talk about when she'd started her student teaching, and she was curious as to what's so fascinating. The show was called Buffy the Vampire Slayer and there were seven seasons. She hadn't realized how long ago the show had come out, but she guessed it wouldn't be bad to watch a completed show for once instead of having to wait a year for the next season to come back out, plus now she had the entire night covered. About four episodes in, there was a buzz from her phone. It's a text from Ned.

Did you know about this plan for my party?

Yes. Of course, I did. I had to keep tightlipped, but you're having a good time, right?

She hoped the sarcasm didn't come off from the text, because honestly, she didn't want him to have too much of a good time. The second buzz was not a text, but an incoming call, and it made her smile. He really did know her better than anyone.

Any other guy would have just tested back, hell, they wouldn't have even looked at their phone the moment they went out drinking or to a strip club, but Ned called her because he knew she liked to hear his voice rather than see what he was saying.

"Hey, you," she smiled, pausing the show as she got up from the couch. "You didn't have to call."

"Hey. Is this why you were acting so weird this morning?" It was hard to hear home over the loud music in the background, but then it got quieter. "There. I stepped outside. Can you hear me better?"

"Yes, I can hear you. What did you say?" She asked.

"Is this party why you were acting so weird this morning babe?" He repeated himself for her.

She didn't want to ruin the night for him, but she couldn't lie either. "Yeah, I'm sorry." She sighed, biting her lip as she opened the fridge. She supposed it was time for dinner about now and she hadn't had that big of lunch while she cleaned the kitchen. "I wanted you to have a good time, Ned, but I know what people usually do at bachelor parties… and I don't like the image of some hot half-dressed woman grinding on you all night."

"Hey, listen." His voice was as calm and steady as ever, and it eased her a little. He didn't sound upset with her for voicing her opinion to him. "Whatever you're feeling, Katie, no one can tell you that you can't feel that, alright? Never apologize for being honest about how you feel. And if you want me to, I will come home right now. I wasn't really in the mood to drink until I black out tonight."

She should have known. All the strippers in the world could swing their bodies in front of him, but Ned loved her and would come home to her right now if she asked him to. He would be coming home to her later tonight.

"No, have fun tonight. I mean it." She laughed, pulling some chicken breast out of the fridge and putting it on the counter. "Go drink with your buddies and enjoy your bachelor party. I trust you completely, and I'm gonna get started on some pasts. I'll make sure there are leftovers since I know how much you love my food when you're drunk."

"Okay, but you know there's only one woman I'm interested in watching taking her clothes off. Right?" He chuckled and then she could hear the music flood back in as he entered the club again. Then she couldn't hear what he was trying to say to her and the phone was all music.

"Hey, leave Ned alone for once bridezilla. I promise nothing bad will happen." Devon chuckled and then she rolled her eyes and hung up, and for the first time today, she felt relaxed.

Katie slowly woke up to a hand slowly rubbing small circles on her back as Ned crouched beside her. When she opened her eyes were met by her fiance's soft green ones. She hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep.

"So you decided to finally watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, huh?" Ned asked. It was still playing on the TV and her dinner plate was on the coffee table. "You must have been desperate."

She could smell some whiskey on him, but he didn't seem drunk. "What time is it?" Katie yawned, leaning into her pillow.

He pressed the home button on her phone on the table. "Only 1:15."

"Only?" She put her hand on his cheek, feeling the light stubble. "You're home pretty early. I thought you'd tumble in here during the witching hours, drunk as hell."

He chuckled, rubbing his face. "Yeah. I'm pretty buzzed right now still, but I just chowed on that alfredo you made. I really liked that you put carrots and broccoli in it. It was awesome. Thanks for making it, babe." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her briefly. "The guys kept insisting on getting me lap dances and stuff like that, but I wasn't feeling up to it. I think everyone had a good time though."

"That's good," she whispered. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, but I would have rather just had another night in with you." He said, smirking.

She pulled his face toward her, connecting their mouths. The subtle taste of alcohol on his tongue sent a jolt through her, intensifying her need for him. He stumbled up onto his feet and moved to sit down on the couch next to her, sliding his hands over her hips and up her waist.

That was when a crazy idea struck her, one that she would never even entertain going through with if it weren't for him.

It was his bachelor party, after all.

She broke the kiss and moved his hands to his lap as she stood up. "Stay right there, baby. I'll be right back." She told him.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, trying to catch hold of her waist like he usually could, but the alcohol in his system weakened his hand-eye coordination and she was able to finagle her way free.

His voice was husky with a hint of desperation as he groaned. "Just stay right there," she reminded him, pointing at him as she turned the TV off. "I will make it worth your wait."

He didn't say anything or move anywhere, only held up his hands in compliance. She took her phone and quickly found an appropriate song that she was looking for and put it in a playlist. When he recognized the song by its characteristic synth, his head fell back against the couch.

She moved to sit on his lap, putting her mouth by his ear. "It's not a real bachelor party without a personal lap dance from your bride to bed," she whispered, biting his earlobe.

The only response he gave was a groan, but seeing the look of complete awe on his face was all the encouragement she needed. Katie stood up and started swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song. She didn't have the best clothes for this, only a tee shirt and shorts that she'd changed into before she made dinner. But she guessed she'd have to make do.

She turned around, giving him a view of her backside as she slowly leaned into his crotch. She circled around and down against him as she pulled her shirt above her head, revealing her purple bra underneath.

She could feel his hands on her waist, warm and soothing, but she immediately moved them off. She turned around and put her arms on the back of the couch on either side of his face, leaning down and put her mouth by his ear again, knowing that she was giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.

"There will be no touching, mister," she whispered.

"Oh, Katie, you don't know what you are getting yourself into," he responded, a wicked smile spreading on his face.

Katie knew she probably didn't, but she couldn't stop now, and she was grateful the darkness was concealing her blush. She could practically hear the pounding of her heart, erratically beating inside her chest. She didn't know if it was from nerves or excitement. Probably both.

She grabbed the tie he's wearing and pulled him with her so his face was close to hers, but she was careful not to let their lips meet, as much as she wanted to. She wanted to kiss him so badly that her heart started racing at the feel of his breath on her shoulder. But she restrained herself and loosened the tie, pulling it over his head and pushing him back against the couch.

She held his eyes to try and convey how much she wanted him by not letting her eyes flicker as she straddled his lap and started gyrating her hips against his. His gaze didn't waver either, and there was no denying how turned on he was from her dance. The way he looked at her sent a rush of bliss right through her, down to her very core.

He's too fucking overdressed for her liking, so she started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands were clenched to his sides, and it's obvious by how they kept twitching that it's taking everything in him to sit idle from touching her, from kissing her and taking charge.

As soon as the last clasp in the front was undone she swiftly took off her bra, flinging it away. Her hands automatically go to his perfectly chiseled chest, and her fingers thread through the fine hairs there. She let her breasts press against his chest, her nipples budding instantly at the touch.

Ned let out a loud moan of her name and his head rolled on the back of the couch in defeat. She ground down on him once more before moving from his lap and dropping to her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling his erection out from his boxers.

She didn't hesitate to take him in her mouth, enveloping as much of him as much as she could. She didn't even hear the music anymore. All of her senses were invaded by him. His sounds, his smell, his taste.

Ned usually threaded his hands through her hair as she sucked him off, but he's apparently taking the "no touching" rule very seriously. It took everything in her to remove his hands the first time, and she didn't think she could muster enough willpower to deny him again.

To her, the game of teasing him was over. All that drove her now was her desire for him. When he carefully started bucking his hips, she released him, giving his head a lick before kissing her way up his abdomen, chest, and neck.

He swiftly flipped them over so that she was lying on her back and he was hovering above her. She closed her eyes in anticipation of what's to come, but he didn't do anything. His head was right above her chest and his lips were painfully close to one of her nipples. She arched his back, urging him to latch on like he always did, but he pulled back his head.

"Ned…" She whined, grinding against him. "Please."

"Hey, you told me no touching. Now you have to face the music." He whispered in her ear.

"But…" She pouted, hoping he'd change his mind, but she knew he had already won this one. He was right when he said she didn't know what she was getting herself into. "Ned... please."

"Take off your shorts," he said.

When she waited a whole minute to see if he would do anything, all she could do was obey his request, so she quickly slid off her shorts. He didn't help her, only watched, and it's remarkably arousing. All that's covering her now was a pair of white lace cheeksters, and he could probably see how wet they were because he swallowed hard at the sight.

"Hmm, how will we take care of this predicament?" he mused, moving his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch you."

She needed some release, so her hands went directly to the juncture of her thighs, and she started rubbing herself off through her panties. Her fingers were a lame substitute for his, but right now she just needed something. Anything.

"No, you know what I meant," he chided her. "Underneath."

She'd never actually done this in front of him, and she was surprised that she was not feeling more embarrassed about it. She'd called him and talked to him while she'd done it, but now was different. They were getting married and she was so horny right now, that if he'd ask her to run down the streets naked, she probably would. Her fingers automatically went for her clit, moving in tight circles up and down, and she let out a moan at the direct touch.

"Ned," she moaned. "I need something more, you know that."

"Push one in," he told her huskily, his intense stare only spurring her on. She pushed her finger inside and tried to imagine him in its place. She was so wet it easily slid in, and then added another finger, moaning as she moved them in a scissor motion. "Tell me what you want, Katie," he whispered in her ear. His breath on her skin caused goosebumps to break out all over her body, and she wondered how he did it. How the sound of her name on his lips could leave her completely at his mercy. "What do you want right now?"

"I want you…" It's hard to form coherent sentences. She moaned, her legs clamping closed around her hands as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open. "I want you inside me."

"Fuck this stupid rule then," he whispered.

His voice was dark and dripping with desire. His lips crashed into hers, and his hand grabbed her breast, kneading it with just the right pressure. Her hips started bucking as the pressure inside her started building. Ned grabbed her panties by the waistband and pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him, but she kept her fingers where they were.

"Oh my fucking god," he gasped and she opened her eyes, stealing a glance his way. He's looking down at her as he stroked himself. "Katie… you are so hot."

She stopped her hand movement, hoping he would catch on. Of course, he did; he could read her like an open book. He grabbed her legs, putting them on his shoulders, and lined up with her.

"This will probably be fast," he sighed. "I am a lot drunker than I thought I was."

"Just the way I want it," she responded immediately, impatient to feel him inside her.

He instantly drove into her, and she was surprised by the force, but it didn't hurt. It warmed her, filled her, egged her on to want more. "Fuck," she cried out when he filled her completely.

He pushed into her once again, and this time he was the one who can't keep quiet. "You feel so good. You are fucking perfect," he groaned as his lips met on her neck. "God, Katie."

He picked up the pace and she tried to meet his thrusts the best that she could, but it's difficult in her position. Besides, Ned had always liked taking control in the bedroom aspect, and usually, she let him.

Every thrust of his hips brought her one step closer. Closer to what she wanted. To what she needed. A drop of sweat from his forehead fell on her cheek, and it drove her even more, knowing that he's working so hard to bring her and himself, to climax. All she saw was his green eyes piercing hers as he writhed above her.

His movements grew wilder and more savage as he brought them both closer. This was so much better than her own fingers, and she was sure he knew it. She couldn't control any part of her anymore. She wanted him. She needed him. He's so fucking gorgeous, so fucking sexy. All those thoughts probably escaped her mouth because he let out a string of fucks and other expletives himself. She didn't hear all of them. She was too far gone to comprehend anything but him.

When she felt a pressure on that spot, as Ned hit it, the pleasure spread throughout her body, and in a moment of complete bliss, the only thing that left her mouth was his name. Over and over again. At this, she felt his seed filling her and the rush of heat helped prolonged her orgasm even more.

Coming together like this didn't always happen, so she savored every second of this moment. When he stilled his movements, he pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. They laid still for a while, catching their breaths.

Her legs were still on his shoulders, but neither of them immediately made a move to change position. Ned eventually moved and slipped out of her, leaning back on the couch. It hit her now that he's still wearing most of his clothing while she was as naked as can be, so she wrapped a blanket around herself and curled into his chest as the music kept playing in the background.

"Best. Bachelor. Party. Ever." He's still recovering. She could hear it in his voice and feel it in the way his heart pounded.

"You sound experienced," she chuckled.

"I'm not. It was the only the third one I've ever been to. But I can't imagine anything topping that. I don't want another one… you are the only woman I ever want to marry." He told her in between pants and kissed her cheek. "Where did you learn to dance like that?"

"I told you. It's a secret." She thought it would be pretty awkward for both of them if he ever found out that it was his mother who told her that he liked lap dances once.

He put his finger underneath her chin and tilted her head up. "Please?" He asked, giving her his best puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not gonna fall for that, Ned," she said, ruffling his hair.

He let out a breath through his nose. "Fine, don't tell me," he relented, sighing.

"Aww, poor baby," she said, pulling herself up to sit on his lap and peppering his face with kisses. "Is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

A devilish grin spreads across his face. "I can think of a few things," he smirked, subtly lowering his eyes.

"Mmm… wanna go again?" She smiled, leaning in to kiss his lips again.

"I'm a pretty young guy still. I can do this all night if you want," He said.

And so they did.