Be not afraid, to love me

When I got home the first thing I did was piss. And the only reason I'm thinking about this is because there was Chapstick on me. I had smiled slightly when I realized who it had probably come from but now I'm frustrated. I wanted my brain to move faster and connect all of the pieces of last night. I wanted her now more than ever and it's only been a few hours. I wanted to get a grip and look at what I'd gotten myself into. I sighed and rubbed my tiered eyes before turning the knobs on the shower and pulled my shirt over my head. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I scrambled for it quickly only to see that it was an unknown number. I answered it to be polite only to hear the voice of someone I did not want to talk to right now. Her voice a thick. Almost sickly sweet and slurring. She was angry. And trying to get even.
"I bet you miss thinking like you could undress me at any moment..." She chuckled as if I were sweating nervously and I wasn't. I listened to her for a few more moments attempting to tease and get a rise out of me before I was fed up.
"Past is the past. Leave me the hell alone." And with that I clicked disconnect and pushed my jeans and such to the ground. I climbed into the shower and leaned forward slowly gathering recollection of last nights events. Entirely enamored with my little dragons layer we'd made our way other house.

"I never drink this much," she laughed "You all caught me at the right time."

I laughed a little letting the water run over me making my muscles relax. We'd only drank more after that.

I leaned in and kissed her very sloppily. She smiled a bit after pushing me away at first. The others hooted and hollered and slowly her hands tangled into my hair pulling me until we were melded together.

I ran ran my hands through my own hair, my smile growing. I rinsed my hair out and stretched my arms out silently wishing I'd been able to discover what she concealed beneath all of her clothes.

Giving a a tug to my hair she pulled my face away from hers and climbed up from the couch walking off to another part of the house. Her hips swayed so perfectly the way she walked. I followed and she didn't even have to gesture or nod or speak. I knew. Now we were in her room and she was just standing there for a moment as I closed the door. As soon as my back was to it I was slammed against it. Something got knocked over.

I wrapped a towel around me and wiped some of the mist from the mirror I'm surprised she hadn't ripped my shirt when she took it off.

She kissed from my lips...
To my neck...
Down across my collarbones...
Chest...
Hipbones...

I checked myself in the mirror slowly. A few teeth marks on my collarbones faded and small. Almost unnoticeable. The hickey on my hipbone was small. Almost perfect as far as hickeys go...

I moaned so loud she almost stopped. Only almost though.

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