#yeah i uhh. maybe got carried away loll

[shalomniscient]

sev, i have so many ideas as you know but consider a shalom and kafka threesome 😌

they're both teasing you so much. tying you up, making you beg for them to touch you, beg to cum, then beg for them to stop because it's too much :((

lots of praise/degradation mixed. lipstick marks and nail indentations all over you once they're done.

aris i think this is the most gaslighting gatekeeping girlbossing 3some duo i’ve ever seen. i’m so into it— [more nsft utc—]

it’s literally going to be just. edging the whole way through. between the two of them i think shalom is the one doing the edging, her touch feather-light and voice soft and crooning as she toys with your slick cunt and stiff nipples, using her thumb to tap on your puffy clit before dragging it down your folds and teasing at your wetness. the whole while you strain and squirm against kafka’s ropes as she watches from a nearby armchair, lazily resting her chin on her palm, an amused smirk on her lips.

shalom would strip her skirt and panties and then climb over you to sit on your face. she coos at you and says she’ll maybe let you cum if you make her feel good, and you really need to cum, don’t you? and oh, how shalom loves the way you devour her like a woman starved, the messy sounds of your lips on her pussy ringing in the room. she also adores the way your hips jump and you moan right into her cunt when she leans back and slips two slender fingers into yours, pumping slowly but masterfully, her fingertips brushing your g-spot with each curl. when you finally make her cum into your mouth you’re nearly delirious from every orgasm shalom dangled in front of you that you can barely process the way her thighs squeeze your head and her hips jerk as she rides your face, bumping her clit on your nose until her high mellows out. you nearly sob when she withdraws her fingers, pruny from how long she’s kept them in your aching cunt—but then kafka is helping shalom off your face, and you’re going to have something completely different to cry about once she gets started with you.

because kafka doesn’t hold back at all. as soon as she settles between your trembling legs she’s hilting her pretty maroon strap all the way inside you in one go. it makes you scream, back arching off the bed as you cum from it alone. kafka snickers as she starts to fuck you through your orgasm and even afterwards, forcing you through another and another and another. you’re kicking out and writhing on the bed, entire body feeling like a live wire as kafka makes you cum and squirt on her strap over and over again. her thumb works your clit harshly until you’re truly, genuinely crying from overstimulation, fat tears running down your pretty cheeks.

shalom will step back in then, gently wiping the tears from your eyes and checking in to see if you’re okay to keep going. and despite what you say, you don’t say the safeword (stellaron), and so she smiles gently and kisses your forehead, then turns to kafka, a wicked gleam in her eye and says “go harder.”

kafka, of course, is all too happy to oblige. she loosens the strings on your ankles so she can hoist your hips up and fold you into a mating press, forcing her cock deeper into you. you’re so fucked out at this point you can’t even scream, just having your mouth hang open while your eyes roll all the way back into your head, leaving only the whites visible. only slurred babbles leave your lips about how it’s too much and can’t cum anymore… but kafka isn’t about to let that stop her.

no, she’ll make you listen and make you cum as many fucking times as she wants.

[gamergirl929]

The Greatest Healing Therapy Is Friendship (And Love) (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Leaving physical therapy one day, Tobin Heath becomes enthralled with the sound of a nearby voice, which inevitably leads her to you, a patient with a bad heart, and a kind smile. 

Tobin Heath was far from happy.  

Injuries happened from time to time, but being benched for 10-12 weeks, for not only a number of Manchester United games, but the She Believe’s Cup as well put Tobin in an incredibly foul mood, a rain cloud hanging over her head.  

She stops midstride when she hears someone barking out a laugh, the sound making her head turn back and forth in search of its source.  

“Listen, you and I both know this food is shit.”  

Tobin’s brows arch as she peeks into a nearby room. She wasn’t the type to intrude, but for some reason she felt pulled forward by the voice.  

Tobin watches a crinkle form between your brows as you turn her way, though moments later a smile stretches across your face.  

“Look there, let’s get a second opinion.” You grin, nodding to Tobin.  

“So stranger, this food sucks, right? I mean, don’t even get me started on the Jello...”  

Tobin clears her throat, shaking her head.  

“I-I haven’t had it.”  

You sigh, your head hanging in defeat.  

“Sorry to say stranger, but you’ve let me down.” You frown, your head lolling towards the nurse.  

“The food’s still shit.”  

The nurse rolls her eyes, but she can't deter the smile that stretches across her face.  

“You still have to eat Y/N.”  

The nurse shakes her head as she leaves the room.  

You whine.  

“Ey! Can I get some Popeyes? Taco Bell?”

“No!” You hear the nurse shout and you groan, your hand resting on your chest.  

You turn to Tobin with an arched brow.

“I’m not sure if we’ve ever met stranger, I’m Y/N.”  

Tobin steps towards the bed with a smile, her eyes darting from the multiple machines around you to the wires that lead down the front of your hospital gown. 

“Mind the attire.” You chuckle and Tobin smiles.  

“I’m Tobin.” She whispers, nodding to the machines.  

“What happened?” She asks curiously and you sigh.  

“Heart attack, I know, I know, how can someone as young and good looking as me have a heart attack?” You smirk, the woman unable to bite back a grin.  

“I didn't know heart disease was hereditary until I ended up in the hospital because of it.” You sigh tiredly.  

After a lengthy yawn, you turn to Tobin.

“So, Tobin, what is the purpose of your visit?” You ask and she shrugs.  

“Just had to see who was going so hard at the nurse.” She smiles and you snort. 

“Eh, I’ve been here for a while, they’re used to it by now.” You shrug, your eyelids fluttering.  

“Well Tobin, it was nice meeting you, feel free to drop by next time you’re in, I’ll probably be here.” You sigh, unable to fight off sleep.  

Tobin smiles, her brown orbs on you as you slowly drift off.  

Tobin’s smile splits into a grin.  

“Nice meeting you too, Y/N. I might take you up on that.”  

                                                             ***

It’s a day or two later that Tobin finds herself limping down the same hallway, the woman coming to a stop in front of a particular patient’s door.  

She slowly pushes the door open, poking her head inside.  

“Anybody home?” She asks as she knocks on the door, the woman receiving no response.  

Tobin frowns.  

She’d hoped to see you after a tough day of physical therapy, but unfortunately, it looked as if that wasn’t going to happen.  

“I see you took me up on my offer.”  

Tobin turns around, smiling when she sees you being wheeled towards her by the nurse from the other day, a massive grin on your face.  

“I was in the neighborhood.” Tobin shrugs and you chuckle.  

“Boot looks good on you.” You wink and Tobin snorts.  

“Sure, it does.”  

You nod towards the door.  

“Let me get hooked back up and then you can come in, I’m pretty sure we’re not to the point where you’re okay with seeing me naked.” You snort, Tobin’s eyes widening as her cheeks flush.  

“Ye-Ye-Yeah.”  

You lean your head back.  

“Ready driver?”

The nurse rolls her eyes, unable to hold back a giggle.  

“To get you out of my hair?”  

You pout, your hand resting on your chest.  

“You wound me so.”  

Tobin shakes her head, the woman leaning against a nearby wall as she waits for you to get dressed.  

Moments later the door is swinging open, the nurse from before making her way out with a smile.  

“She’s decent.”  

Tobin pushes off the wall before making her way into your room, the woman smiling when she sees you.  

You give her a wave.  

“Haven’t seen you in agessssssssss!” You snicker and Tobin rolls her eyes, pulling a nearby chair to the side of your bed before flopping down into it.  

“What’s your damage anyway?” You ask and Tobin nods to her boot.  

“Ankle.”  

You grimace.  

“How’d you do that?”  

“Playing soccer.”  

You hum.  

Tobin nods to you.  

“How’d...” Tobin points to your chest and you sigh.  

“I was jogging. My chest got really tight and I went down like a sack of potatoes.” You shrug.  

“I woke up with a tube down my throat and an incision down my chest.”

Tobin frowns, glancing around the room, her frown deepening when she realizes there’s no balloons, or even a get well soon card.  

You sigh, your eyelids fluttering.  

“Do you have any family?” She asks, the words surprising her immensely.  

Your brow arches.  

“Pretty personal question Tobes-

“I’m sorry I-

“I’m kidding, no, I don’t.”  

Tobin nods.  

“I’m sorry.”  

You smirk.  

“Hey, I don’t need visitors, not when I have you.” You grin, not even opening your eyes, meaning you miss the flush on Tobin’s cheeks.  

You murmur, doing your best to fight off sleep, but you find it impossible.  

Tobin smiles.  

“Sleep Y/N, we’ll talk another day.”  

You smile tiredly.  

“I like the sound of that.”  

                                                             ***

The next time Tobin enters your room, she’s carrying not only a balloon, but a teddy bear, as well as a get well soon card.  

Her lips part, the woman about to greet you, but when she realizes you’re fast asleep her mouth snaps shut.  

Instead of tip toing out of the room, she places your gifts on a nearby table and takes up residence in a nearby chair.  

Lately, Tobin found herself excited to come to physical therapy, because coming to the hospital meant seeing you.  

Seeing you had become the best part of her week, so much so that sitting on the sidelines and watching the others play at the She Believe's Cup hadn’t been bothering her as much as it typically would be.  

Tobin pulls her legs up into the chair, wrapping her arms around them, her knees hugged to her chest.  

She was exhausted, the colder the nights got, the worse her foot cramped, meaning she got little to no sleep more often than not.  

Soon, Tobin finds her own eyelids fluttering, the woman fighting off sleep, though she loses the fight rather quickly, exhaustion overwhelming her as she falls fast asleep.  

                                                             ***

A soft, yet noticeable snoring is what wakes you sometime later, your brows furrowing as your eyes crack open.  

You hum, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you turn towards the source of the snoring.  

A smile stretches across your face when you realize the snoring is coming from Tobin, the woman fast asleep in the chair beside your bed.  

You grin when out of the corner of your eye you spot a bright balloon, the air-filled rubber bouncing slightly with the air condition’s aid.  

You shake your head when your eyes find the teddy bear resting just below the balloon.  

Tobin grimaces as she wakes, the woman stretching her arms above her head with a groan.

“Morning.” You smile, your eyes still locked onto the tiny toy resting on the nearby table.  

Tobin quickly realizes you’re staring at the plush bear and smiles.  

“Do you like it?” She asks with a yawn and you nod, turning towards her, your eyes glazed over.  

“Yeah, yeah I really do.”

Tobin grimaces, the woman rubbing her booted foot.  

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” She blushes and you shake your head.  

“I just woke up anyway, thanks to your snoring.”  

Tobin scoffs.  

“I do not snore.”  

You snort.  

“Then what were you doing, gargling your spit?”  

Tobin’s eyes narrow, the woman giving your arm a playful shove.  

“Shut up.”  

You laugh, a belly shaking laugh that makes your chest ache, your hand immediately jumping to your chest.  

Tobin springs to her feet, the woman ducking down beside you.  

“Are you alright?” She asks as she places a hand on your back, the feel of her palm on your bare back making you blush.  

“Ye-Yeah, just some chest pains.”  

Tobin worriedly glances over her shoulder.  

“Should I get a nurse?”  

You shake your head, giving Tobin a small smile.  

“It’ll pass.”  

Tobin pulls her chair closer to your bedside and sits down, her hand still resting on your bare shoulder.  

The pain eventually passes, though the flush on your cheeks doesn’t fade considering Tobin’s palm is still flat on your back, her thumb running back and forth across your tanned flesh.  

You sigh, smiling when Tobin gently guides you back, your head hitting the soft pillow behind your head.  

“You should rest.” She whispers, the woman tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.  

You hum.  

“Not yet, you’re here.”  

Tobin smiles.  

“I can always come back.”  

You hum, the corner of your mouth ticking downwards slightly.  

“You know, I’ll be getting out of here eventually, hopefully soon.”  

Tobin nods, silently, the last thing she wanted to do was lose contact with you, especially when seeing you had made her heart skip a beat and her palms sweat with nerves.  

She knew what she felt for you was more than friendship, and the thought of losing you made her stomach churn.  

“I uhhh, I live here, in Portland you know...? Do-Do you live here? In P-Portland I mean...” You wiggle nervously, unable to look at the woman beside you.  

Tobin bites her bottom lip hard to stave off a grin, the flush on your cheeks making her heart flutter in her chest.  

She hoped, hoped maybe what she felt for you was returned, and by the way you were currently acting, it seemed it was.

“It almost sounds like you want to see me after you leave the hospital...” She grins and your eyes widen.  

“Uhh... I-I mean...”  

Your typical humor and cockiness fell away in that moment as you stuttered, unable to find the words you were searching for.  

Your cheeks flush darker and darker as you stumble over your words, only saved when Tobin takes your hand, and gives it a squeeze.  

You fall silent, your wide eyes dropping down to your joined hands before your eyes eventually meet Tobin’s.  

She gives your hand a squeeze, her smile splitting into a bright grin that makes her brown orbs shine.

“I think I’d like to see you after too.”  

Tobin laughs as she visibly watches your eyes lighten up.  

“R-Really?” You stutter and she nods.  

“Really.”  

                                                             ***

Tobin walked through the hospital with a bit of pep in her step, the knowledge that you possibly felt the same way about her as she felt about you made her incredibly hopeful for the future.  

She makes her way into your room with a smile, expecting to see you waiting for her, she’s taken aback though when she finds an empty bed.  

Her brows furrow, her eyes zeroing in on the teddy bear and the get well soon balloon she’d brought you days before.  

She turns, making her way out of the room, her head on a swivel in search of the nurse she’d seen in your room so often.

“She didn’t make it?”  

Tobin stiffens, a lump forming in her throat.  

“She’d been complaining of chest pains, she had a second heart attack this morning, we couldn’t revive her.”  

Tears welled up in Tobin’s eyes, the woman dropping to her knees in the middle of the hospital’s hallway.  

You couldn’t be gone, you just couldn’t be, not after everything, not after being through so much, you couldn’t be gone.  

“Tobin, are you alright?”  

Tobin picks her head up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks up at the nurse who’d tended to you each and every day.  

“She can’t be gone; she just can’t be.” Tobin sniffs, brown orbs filled with tears as she stares at the nurse who’s brows furrow.  

“What are you-

“Tobin!? Tobin are you okay!?”

Tobin stiffens, her head snapping up in search of your all too familiar voice.  

Teary brown orbs zero in on you, you who are currently jumping out of your wheelchair and running down the hall towards her, gown long gone, your new clothes clinging to your form. 

You drop to your knees in front of her and cup her cheeks, your thumbs wiping away the tears covering her face.  

“Hey, hey what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened???” You ask, your eyes darting worriedly around her face.  

Tobin simply stares at you for a moment, her shaky, clammy hands moving to cover your own.  

“Your room was empty, a-a-and the nurses said they lost someone... I thought...” 

You blink, your eyes widening when you realize what Tobin had thought.  

You shake your head, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat as you lean in, your forehead resting against hers.  

“It wasn’t me, I’m okay.” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut.  

Unconsciously, Tobin’s hand leaves yours, instead moving towards your chest.

Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing as her hand meets your chest, the woman sighing in relief at the feel of your heart, beating beneath her palm.  

Your hand leaves her cheek, moving to cover hers that’s currently resting on your chest.  

“I���m okay.” You repeat, your heart skipping a beat when Tobin’s fingers slip between your own.  

Tobin takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, but considering the proximity between the two of you, it’s a bit hard.  

Tobin’s teary brown orbs drop to your lips before again locking with your Y/E/C’s, 

Your eyes widen when you realize Tobin’s leaning in, the woman’s nose lightly grazing your own.  

A chill runs through you, your eyes fluttering shut in anticipation as Tobin’s lips brush yours, the kiss unlike any kiss you’d had before.  

You bring your free hand up to her cheek, your thumb caressing her tanned flesh.  

The two of you part only to lean right back in seconds later, unable to get enough of the feel of your lips against one another’s.  

You tilt your head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss as your lips meet again and again, something you’d been craving since the moment you woke to find her sleeping at your bedside.  

Again, you part, though neither of you pull away, Tobin leaning back in to rest her forehead against your own.  

Brown orbs flutter open as a red flush dances across Tobin’s cheeks, the woman unable to bite back a grin.  

“And now?” Tobin whispers, your brows furrowing in question.  

“How do you feel now?” She asks in a whisper and you chuckle.  

“A lot more than okay.”  

[ervtwrites-blog]

Red - Part 13

Part 1 - Previous: Part 12 - Next: Part 14

[Note: I’m not sorry one bit. You’re welcome. Tagging  @elaacreditava, @dreamingoffandomscenarios, @bookwarm85, @pathybo, @ariwolff14, and @yourdarksunleavesmecold as requested!]

Rated: M for Mature (it’s downright shameful). Enjoy! <3

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Lyanna zipped up the back of Aurora’s new dress and whistled in admiration when she turned around. The thin material clung to her hips and thighs snugly, showing off the fine lean muscle she had developed over the past few months. Though Aurora didn’t have much to speak of in the way of breasts, the sewn in padding gave the illusion of a heavier bust and the collar of the dress dipped down far enough to show the line of her breasts.

“Hot damn mama. One thing is for sure, wherever we go tonight, the party is coming to you.”

Aurora laughed at Lyanna’s ridiculous compliments and set to work with the makeup she allowed Aurora to borrow. When her eyelids were heavily shadowed and the wings of her eyeliner sharp enough, she tussled up her hair and pouted into the mirror.

“I think I’m ready now.”

Lyanna wagged her finger. “Not yet you’re not! You’ve got everything but the finishing touch.” She popped the cap off of a brand new tube of lipstick and swathed Aurora’s lips in the bold color. It was a berry mix that was too purple to be red, but too red to be considered anything else. It matched Aurora’s mane of crimson hair almost perfectly and brought the green color of her eyes into a sharper focus.

Lyanna quickly changed into a tight black dress with a wide v neck and pulled her blonde hair back into a ruffled updo. She pencilled in some heavy black liner, a thin layer of shiny lip gloss, and the two were ready.

Jaime was planning to meet them at the party they had been invited to. Aurora didn’t know the hosts personally, but Jaime and Lyanna did. An entire apartment floor had been turned into a party house by the tenants. There was supposed to be an all-you-can-drink selection of alcohol and every genre of music. It sounded like half the compound would be in attendance, and Aurora thought it would be the perfect chance to have a little fun and forget about the daunting training and mission to come.

And especially to forget about Eric’s smug face.

……………

Aurora was on her sixth shot of vodka. The music around her pumped and boomed and purred, and there was a continuous flow of lean, fit bodies clad in shorts, skirts, dresses, and tight black clothes. The air was heavy with smoke and sharp with the scent of tequila and vodka. Wherever Aurora looked, someone had a plastic cup, a cigarette, or a joint in their hands.

“Hey, ‘Rory!” Aurora turned sluggishly at her name and Lyanna stumbled towards her. One arm was around Rick’s neck, dragging him along with her. The other hand balanced a red plastic cup and a half-smoked cigarette.

“This’s Rick!” Lyanna shouted over the wave of music and Aurora clumsily stooped into a sloppy curtsy in front of him, bowing her head as regally as she could manage. Lyanna laughed out loud at that.

“Nice to meet you,” Rick smiled down at Aurora then pulled something out of his front pants pocket. Whatever it was, it was wrapped in a clear piece of plastic.

“You want some?” He reached out to hand it to Aurora and she opened her hand automatically to take it. It was a small pink-colored tablet with a butterfly stamped on it. Aurora squinted her eyes and brought it up to her face so she could see it clearly.

“What is’t?” She shouted back.

Rick and Lyanna both laughed, the latter pulling her boyfriend into a clumsy hug and kissing his neck sloppily. Rick grinned at Aurora, “Take it and find out!”

With a shrug, Aurora popped it into the back of her mouth and borrowed Lyanna’s beer to wash it down. Might as well.

Sometime while Aurora was dancing and weaving through the crowd, the effects of the pill began to creep up on her. At first her heart rate increased and she felt nervous, but that was quelled with another shot, this time of tequila. She found that she was enjoying the music more with each passing song, and each person she danced with showed her so much affection. One girl kissed her on the cheek when the song was over and mumbled something in her ear she couldn’t quite make out. Another girl, a tall skinny brunette with dangling earrings, led Aurora through the apartments by the hand, showing her to the better spots where they could dance more freely and were offered better drinks.

Aurora knew her name was Katie, and she was four years older than she was, though Aurora didn’t recall if the girl had introduced herself or what she had been saying. While Katie tipped back a shot and screwed up her mouth at it, Aurora leaned against the drywall. Her hair was sticking to her neck, and she bunched it in her fist to lift it up so she could fan herself properly with her hands.

“Oh, here!” Katie tugged a hair tie off her wrist and shoved it at Aurora, who snatched it up gratefully.

“God you’re so amazing.” Did Aurora say that? She felt the words scrape her throat on the way out but she hadn’t planned on saying anything.

Suddenly Katie’s head snapped up and she stared past Aurora and her expression turned gravely serious. “God. He is so damn attractive.”

Aurora turned around to see who she was talking about, and her unsteady gaze fell on Eric. He was drinking from his own plastic cup and when his eyes met hers, he winked at her.

Aurora’s face should have started burning and she should have turned away, but instead she found herself bursting into a fit of giggles that showed her straight white teeth. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought Eric hid a smile with another tip of his cup.

“Yeah but he knowsheeisss!”

Katie elbowed Aurora playfully. “What else do you think he knows about?”

Aurora couldn’t explain the burst of inappropriate images that suddenly sprang into the front of her mind or why she wasn’t both ashamed and revolted at herself for entertaining them. The alcohol, surely.

“Oh I bet he knowsss’how to do a lotta things,” Aurora nodded appreciatively and took another shot from Katie. How many was that now? She lost count. Her head was both swimming and buzzing but she didn’t care.

Katie froze beside her and when Aurora looked up again, Eric was walking over.

“Ohh ssshit.”

“Hey Eric. What’s up?” Katie tried to act cool but Aurora caught the way her fingers twitched nervously and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink color. She seemed like a schoolgirl who had her first crush. On Eric of all people!

“Haaa ha. You’re cute,” Aurora sputtered at her, and Katie at first looked horrified, then her blush deepened considerably. She ducked her head at Aurora shyly.

“What are you drinking?” Eric asked, ignoring Katie all together and fixing Aurora with an even stare.

Aurora held up her now empty shot glass and shrugged. “Uhh vodka? And Tequila? Sssomething, whatever I get. I don’t know.” Her words spilled out of her mouth so quickly, when she thought back, she couldn’t even recall what exactly she said. Her eyebrows knitted as she tried to concentrate.

Eric’s brows arched. “You’re a regular party animal.”

Aurora snorted and started laughing again. Why was he so funny? Eric was never funny. What a joker he was. Katie eyed her a little weirdly and spoke up again to move the conversation away from Aurora.

“How long have you been here, Eric? Are you leaving any time soon?” The hopeful shine in her eyes was just too much and Aurora found herself once again blurting out the first thing she thought of with no grace to speak of.

“You mean, ‘is he taking anyone home’?” Aurora grinned slyly and chucked Katie’s arm with her knuckles. “Juss’ tell him you wanna bone’em, I’m sure e’ll be down.” She jerked her head back towards Eric with a hiccup. His eyes were wide in surprise.

Katie’s mouth fell open, and her face burned red, but no sounds came out. Aurora realized what she said too late and began backpedaling to try and take it back, but Katie was already turning away from her with a scowl.

Aurora felt bad for that.

“How much have you had to drink?” Eric’s voice shouted into her ear.

Aurora shrugged again. “Dunno. Ten? ‘Leven?”

Eric rolled his eyes as Aurora swayed on her feet and leaned back against the wall again. She suddenly remembered the hair tie Katie had given her. “Oh no! I need’ta give thisss back.” She fingered clumsily at her hair and managed to free it with a yank that made her wince even though she didn’t feel it.

Eric took her hand and started dragging her away. “Come on, you should get some fresh air.”

Aurora wanted to resist at first, but she was far too disoriented and her mind was sluggish. Eric was leading her away.

Eric. Was leading. Her away.

“Are you taking me home with you?” The thought was ridiculous and it sounded worse out in the open.

Eric chuckled and shook his head. “If I knew drunk Aurora would be so willing, I would have let you finish that whiskey in the cafeteria.”

Aurora squinted her eyes, trying to make sense of what he was saying. She vaguely remembered bits of a memory about sitting with him in the middle of the night with a stolen bottle, but it was too difficult right now to summon it.

“Soooo you are,” Aurora squeaked as her feet caught on a stair, and if he didn’t suddenly catch her, she would have went sprawling face first onto the floor.

He swung her easily up into his arms with one supporting the backs of her legs and the other cradling her shoulders.

“Oh. Wow.”

“Stop talking, Aurora.” Eric’s voice was hard but his expression wasn’t. She thought maybe he just always sounded like that. Mean ol’ Eric.

Ericssshhhmerik.

The corridors passed by too quickly and in a jumble. Aurora didn’t know how many right turns or left turns they had taken. She mumbled something unintelligible every now and again but for the most part kept quiet. Eric carried her effortlessly, as though she weren’t a staggering drunk girl who’s head was constantly lolling into his chest.

He finally came to a stop in front of a hall of apartment doors and fumbled for a key in his pocket.

Aurora gawked.

“You are bringing me home! To your apartment! Eric’s’partment!” She hiccuped and kicked uselessly to try and break free of his arms but it had as much use as writhing against a steel cage.

“Stop being ridiculous. You’re totally shitfaced. What else am I going to do, leave you to either suffocate in your own vomit or end up with a guy you don’t know in a bedroom you don’t remember?” He kicked the door open and stepped inside.

It was totally dark, but he made his way in without any problems at all. Aurora wondered if he often came home in the middle of the night to a dark home.

“I didn’t know Eric whassyourface cared at all. I thought you probably lived in a bridge or under a cave,” she slurred. He set her down and went to cut on the lights.

She squinted as the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from the ceiling light above. She looked around and felt a faint tingle of shock at standing in the middle of his bedroom. She stood mere feet from the foot of the full sized bed, with its clean white sheets and fluffy black-encased pillows. The carpet was a creamy off white, and a dark wooden shelf matched the dark, glossy wooden frame of the bed. There wasn’t much in the way of furnishings apart from those and a nightstand and drawers.

“Dooo you spend a lot’a time in’ere?” Another hiccup.

Eric smirked and tossed his keys onto the nightstand and shrugged off his jacket. He kicked off his boots and tossed them into the corner.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Without thinking about it, Aurora plopped down onto his bed and mimicked him, bending over to pull off the heels Lyanna had let her borrow to match her dress. She was clumsy and it took her far more effort than it should have to remain upright for the task. All she knew was that beds weren’t proper places for shoes.

“Here,” Eric knelt down in front of her and reached for the tiny heels. “Before you give yourself a concussion or something.” He took hold of her calf and gently slipped them off and set them out of the way.

His hand on her calf.

Hands on her legs.

Ericshandsonherlegs.

In her drunken haze, and perhaps spurred on by the giddy effects of the pill she had taken from Rick, Aurora allowed herself to venture into definitely not thoughts. His hands were warm against her flushed skin. He was only a few inches away. She peered down her nose at the strong edge of his jaw and the bold black tattoos on his neck. Where did those tattoos end up? He was handsome. She had always been so on edge before, she never really truly looked at him. But now she could see the hard sculpt of muscle beneath his shirt and the broad expanse of his chest.

“One time.”

Eric’s head jerked up and she saw that his eyes were bright and partly unfocused. Had he been thinking the same things?

“What?” He asked hesitantly.

Aurora rolled her eyes at him as though it was completely obvious what she was talking about. “Kiss me. One time. And if I don’t like it-” she ended it with a shrug.

Eric sat back on the heels of his feet. “Okay. Now I know how drunk you are.”

Aurora shook her head stubbornly. “Yes’I am drunk. But I know what I’m doin’.” She jabbed a finger into her chest.

Eric just knelt there staring at her as though trying to decide whether or not to believe her. The longer he waited, the more she became aware of the way her heart thumped and her skin tingled nervously. If he had waited any longer, she would have turned chicken and changed her mind. Even the alcohol mixed with the drugs was not enough to make her infinitely brave. It was only enough to make her do the things she couldn’t bring herself to while sober.

Eric leaned forward slowly, testing the waters and her resolve. His face was matched height to hers, and when he was only a few inches away, he stopped and his blue eyes searched her green. She could feel his warm breath fanning her face and she closed her eyes to inhale the scent of him, spiced by whatever he had been drinking. Her lips parted naturally, instinctively, and he decided she was being serious after all.

This time was nothing like when he had kissed her in his office. He had been invasive and rushed then, and this time he was softer than Aurora ever imagined he could be. He took his time.

One hand wound through her hair and tightened at the roots. It wasn’t quite painful, but the tug on her scalp caused her to suck in a breath and when her mouth naturally opened, he took slow advantage of it with his tongue. She tasted sweet, but there was a sharp edge of liquor on her lips.

The burning warmth of his skin mingled with the blood coursing through her veins, and despite the numb cloud of alcohol, Aurora was suddenly very aware of every inch of her own body, and every inch of his as he leaned forward. Already perched between her knees, his other hand came to push down on her shoulder, firmly but gently guiding her back onto the bed. As though she could keep her balance anyways. But she allowed him to, and while she panted for breath against his lips, he lowered his weight on top of her and shifted his hips to give himself better access to her.

A very small, faint voice asked her why she was doing this now when she had rejected him so firmly before. Had she just not been brave enough? Had she been scared of him, or of herself? He wasn’t as nice as Four was, but damn if he wasn’t making her tingle between her legs.

Eric’s right hand remained knotted in her hair to hold her in place beneath him, and the other was unyielding as it began to roam her body. First his fingers brushed the edge of her collarbone, the gentle swoop of her neck as it met her shoulder, the outward curve of her breast. He was gentle enough, but Aurora could feel his muscles tensed and coiled as though it were taking some great strength to keep his movements soft. Where his hands led, her skin burned fiery hot in his wake.

He deepened the kiss, eliciting a breathy whimper from Aurora. Without thinking about it, maybe even without meaning to, she reached up to tangle her fingers through his hair. She had to pull away soon, had to breathe, but he didn’t allow her skin to leave his lips. Instead, he did as he had done the morning in his office and nipped at the edge of her jaw, her earlobe, the velvet soft skin of her throat. He wanted to mark her, wanted her to have faint purple bruises in the morning. It was indeed taking a lot of restraint not to draw blood.

“You’re making such sweet little noises,” he breathed. Aurora hadn’t been aware she was making any sound at all, and she felt heat creep up her neck and cheeks. Now wasn’t the time to feel self conscious, but she felt herself trying to draw back into the safe nest of the pillows.

Eric wouldn’t have that though.

When she wriggled upwards towards the top of the bed, he went with her. It was the perfect opening to give him complete and total access to her as her legs widened to shift her body up, and he pressed down hard with his hips.

Aurora gasped at the feeling of him firm against her. He was becoming more rushed as everything intensified tenfold, and the soft grip he had on her body turned increasingly possessive. She could feel his fingertips pressing into her skin, his teeth grazing against her, hips rocking forward into her. Whatever control he was struggling to maintain, it was slipping. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and shifted her hips forward to center him, he groaned with a noise that was almost strangled.

Aurora’s eyes were shut so tight and behind her lids, she was seeing bursts of white hot light. It was all around her just like he was. Her lips felt bruised, but there was a churning burn right there! and she couldn’t stop herself from chasing after it and rolling her hips against him to create more friction. She was using him to increase that deliciously deep sensation that was trailing a path up into her stomach.

“Aurora,” he groaned. It was something like a warning. Barely restraining himself now. But she was getting so much close.

Sucking in breath through her teeth now, Aurora tightened the muscles in her thighs, forcing him still impossibly closer- when she ground her hips this time, he grabbed them roughly and met her halfway with a growl. Sparks felt like they were shooting through her. She was too far gone to stop. The alcohol was allowing her to edge closer than she had ever imagined herself doing before.

God, he had never thought she would do something like this. Fucking using him to get herself off. His fingers weren’t even inside of her, it was just the goddamn friction. He had no qualms with letting her finish, but if she pushed against him one more time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He was lined up perfectly, all he had to do was hike up the hem of her dress, rip her fucking underwear to shreds, and he knew he could have had his buckle undone in seconds. But Eric didn’t want to fuck a drunk girl, especially not if that drunk girl was Aurora. He wanted her to remember every single thing come morning, wanted her to have the sensations of him moving inside her and covering her permanently singed into her skin. No, he couldn’t allow a victory like that to be hampered by whatever the hell she had been drinking. Eric had just enough sense left to marvel at the effects of tequila on the human brain.

Obviously she was too drunk now to even realize what she was doing.

“You have to stop.”

Aurora only tightened her grip on Eric until her nails were digging crescent moons into his forearms. He could see the murky frown marring her focused expression and the way her forehead wrinkled like she wanted to argue against him.

“Aurora if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here and you’re not going to remember a single bit of it in the morning.” His voice was rough and harsh and she could feel his eyes boring into her.

Slowly but surely, her senses came back to her and he regretfully felt her legs slacken until he could properly pull away. She didn’t open her eyes- couldn’t, or maybe she just wasn’t willing to. Then it was over as suddenly as it had begun.

With ragged breath, Eric cautiously pulled the blankets over her, lingering for the barest second. “Go to sleep now.” His voice was still dark and hoarse.

She sighed and frowned, and Eric couldn’t tell if her lip just quivered or it was the movement of her rolling away from him to face the other side of the room. He realized while rubbing his face with his hands that this was the first time a girl had ever been in his bed and he was actually wanting them to just go to sleep.

As for him, that had just been too damn much. He busied himself with making up the couch in the next room to sleep on and poured himself a drink, but his thoughts kept drifting back to that soft girl in his bed.

She had been like a bird in his hands, so fragile and fluttery, but so fucking willing. When he touched her, he could feel as well as see the way it made her skin flush, could hear the faint hitch of breath in her throat, the way her lids half closed… She had been grinding her hips into him for christ’s sake.

Fuck.

Eric growled at the constant strain in his pants and he needed to get off. He would be up all night imagining if the rest of her tasted as good as her mouth did.

With an exasperated sigh, he checked his watch. The party would still be going on. Who was that girl Aurora had been with? He could probably find her again.

Without so much as a backwards glance into his bedroom, he grabbed his jacket again and locked the door behind him.