stasia greeson (sunmyass) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2010-11-28 18:45:00 |
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"C'mere…" Ethan wrapped an arm around the girl at his side. After a night out, neither of them were especially steady on their feet, but it was obvious that she needed the extra support. Under normal circumstances, they would've made it from the bus stop to her apartment in a matter of minutes. Tonight, though, they'd consumed a fair amount of alcohol, and it was slowing their progress. He'd encouraged her to drink as much as she wanted, but to be perfectly honest, he hadn't expected her to drink quite as much as she had. When they finally reached the apartment, he pressed her back to the wall to the right of the door. "Where's the keys, baby?" he questioned with a laugh as he began to pat his hands over her pockets. Once he'd located them, he slipped his hand into her pocket and pulled them free. He pressed his body to hers as he unlocked and opened the door. "C'mon, sexy," he purred as he shifted to guide her into the apartment. "Let's get you inside…" Stasia had been busting her has since school had started. Between a full course load and her shifts at the bar, she hadn’t had very much time for fun. College was a lot harder than high school and she didn’t have nearly as much free time as she used to. When Ethan had showed up unexpectedly yesterday, though, she’d managed to get her shift covered so she could have an evening out with him. While she wasn’t likely to admit it (not when she was sober, anyway), she’d missed him a lot and she was really glad he was here. Almost 3 solid months of hard work meant that she was ready to cut loose now that she had a weekend free of studying and the night off. Ethan didn’t discourage that attitude in the slightest and before she knew it, she’d downed several shots. It wasn’t like her to get so drunk, but tonight seemed like a good night to indulge and just let herself have some fun. “Inside, yeah," she slurred, leaning into him as he led her inside.She wasn’t usually quite so affectionate, but at the moment she couldn’t help thinking that the arm around her felt pretty good. Stasia flashed him a brilliant smile. “This was fun," she admitted. “I’m really glad you’re here." It wasn’t anything she’d have admitted under normal circumstances, but she was more than a little intoxicated and a lot less guarded than usual. Ethan couldn't help but chuckle when she leaned into him. It was rare for her to be so affectionate, but he definitely wasn't hating it. He cared about the woman in his arms, after all, and he enjoyed being close to her. It was a shame that she wasn't like this more often. "This was fun," he agreed as they stumbled into the apartment. He used his frame to pin hers against the wall as he paused to close and lock the door behind them. His eyes locked with hers when she told him that she was glad he had come to visit. "I'm glad I'm here, too," he answered softly. Ethan couldn't explain what came over him in that moment. There was a gorgeous smile on her face… they were standing close… her eyes were locked with his. Without thinking about the consequences, he dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers. At some point, Stasia was going to be positive that she had lost her mind. Right now, however, she wasn’t exactly thinking rationally. All she could really focus on at the moment was how good it felt to be close to Ethan. He had this nice scent to him, she realized. She liked it. It felt like a small eternity went by as they stared at one another. Stasia was pretty much mesmerized by his eyes. The shade. The way he was looking at her. She couldn’t help smiling as she looked up at him. Thanks to the alcohol she had consumed, her usual walls were down and she wasn’t thinking about the reasons she would normally never let herself get into this kind of position with him. “Ethan..." she started, but before she could get out whatever it was she’d wanted to say, there were lips on hers. She returned the kiss without hesitation. In her present state of mind, she couldn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t. Ethan groaned softly when she returned the kiss. He hadn't exactly thought about it until his lips were pressed firmly to hers, but it had been possible that she would slap him for this. Needless to say, he was encouraged when she responded positively. One of his arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer as his free hand moved to the side of her face, and he deepened the embrace almost instantly. At some point, he would realize that he was taking complete advantage of her. Right now, though, he was simply focused on how incredibly good it felt to have her in his arms. Who could blame him for that, though? He had thought about this more times than he could count. "Taste so good," he purred so lowly that he wasn't exactly aware of the words that were coming out of his mouth. Stasia might not have slapped him, exactly, but she certainly wouldn’t have given into the kiss so easily if she’d been thinking straight. A sober Stasia just wouldn’t have thought it was a good idea to give any indication of how attracted to him she was. She didn’t resist when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. It felt good to be in his arms and at the moment she could see no reason to resist that feeling. Her lips curved slightly into something of a smile as she returned the pressure from his lips and her arms wrapped securely around his neck. “Mmmm," she hummed a soft approval as she pulled his lower lip between her teeth, sucking gently. She was going to be horribly embarrassed when she sobered, but right now she was having an amazing time. A hum built in the back of his throat as their mouths worked together. There was an oddly sweet flavor on her lips. He didn't know if it was her or the various drinks she'd consumed while they were out, but it was quite addictive. His fingers tangled in her hair as he nipped and sucked at each of her lips, and he urged her to follow him further into the embrace. Now that he'd gotten a taste of her, he found himself wanting more. A kiss wasn't enough. He wanted her. After a while, he pulled her away from the wall and lead her into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them, but he was only vaguely aware of doing so. "So sexy," he told her when he broke the kiss long enough to strip the t-shirt from his frame. "So perfect." A voice in the back of his head told him that he was moving too quickly, but he pushed it away as he began to tug at her top. Stasia couldn’t explain what had happened here. This wasn’t normally the way she would behave. Getting completely messed up, making out with... anyone. She wasn’t the type to fool around with a guy she wasn’t dating or to act so irresponsible in general. It had felt good, though, letting loose for an evening and this felt... there was no describing it. He felt amazing. “Mmm, Ethan," she hummed as their lips moved together. He tasted so good. It didn’t even occur to her to object when he started to pull her back towards her bedroom. Iris wasn’t home, but that didn’t mean a slight change in location was a bad idea. Her fingers trailed over his well-defined chest as his shirt fell to the floor. She’d seen him without a shirt before, of course, but she’d never allowed herself to appreciate his form the way she was right now. She didn’t fight him as he pulled at her shirt and as soon as the material was pulled free, she was crushing her lips to his once more, her chest pressing flush against his. If there was any part of her that thought this was a bad idea, it was well drowned by the amount of alcohol she had consumed and she was very obviously eager to continue down the path he’d started them on. Ethan groaned softly when her chest pressed firmly to his. There was very little clothing left on their bodies, and he could feel her bare skin brushing against his. Without thinking about what he was doing, he moved his hands to the front of her pants and quickly worked the closure. His attraction to her was becoming more and more obvious, but he didn't exactly think that was a bad thing. She was responding positively to his touch, after all. "So hot," he breathed into the kiss as he began to push her jeans over her hips. He couldn't tell you what came over him in that moment. One second, he was more than ready to continue what he had started. The next, he was hit with the realization that he couldn't follow through with this. If he did, she would hate him. In the hopes that he would have another change of heart, he kept his lips moving over hers. When it didn't happen, though, he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. "We... we should slow down..." he told her softly. He could scarcely believe that those words had come from his mouth, but he didn't want her to regret this when she sobered up. Stasia worked to keep her mouth pressed hungrily to his as his hands moved over her skin before they found the enclosure to her jeans. A part of her was aware of what he was doing, but that part of her was completely unconcerned. In her current state, she saw the removal of her jeans as a good thing. “Mmm, want you," she muttered as she pulled roughly at his lower lip. He felt and tasted so good. The longer the embrace continued, the more she wanted him and it was obvious that the attraction was mutual. “Wh-what?" She questioned him as he told her they should slow down. That was definitely not what she wanted to hear. Stasia might be far gone enough to not be thinking about all the reasons she would never do this sober, but her temper was fully intact. “WHAT?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing in a glare as he suddenly rejected her. “What the fuck is your problem, Douglass?" she asked him. Ethan winced when she snapped at him. He should have known that this was how she was going to react, but he'd actually convinced himself that she would be grateful. "Nothing," he answered with an adamant shake of his head. "This… You… I want you more than you can possibly imagine. If we go through with this, though, you're going to regret it. I don't want you to hate me." With any other girl, he wouldn't have cared whether they eventually regretted an evening in bed with him. Stasia was special, though. She was his friend. He couldn't go through with this unless he was absolutely certain it was what she wanted. "In the morning… if you still want me when you're sober, I'll gladly spend the day in bed with you. I just don't want to you to regret anything we do together." Stasia had no idea what was going through Ethan’s head at the moment. She would have been genuinely surprised to find that he thought of her as special. She adored Ethan whether she would admit to that out loud or not, but she thought when it came to this kind of thing, he was all about the sex, the physical. Ethan didn’t exactly come across as the kind of guy who stopped in the middle of things because the girl was drunk. And as the drunk girl in question, Stasia wasn’t exactly thinking rationally at the moment. She didn’t really register what he was trying to say. All she processed was the part where he’d put a stop to something that had been feeling really good. “What’s the matter? Am I not rich enough for you? Not white enough? I’m not a perky little sorority cheerleader?" It was another thing she would never admit sober, but she was insanely jealous about the other girls he fooled around with. She hated the thought that he didn’t want her the way he obviously wanted them. In all honesty, Ethan wasn't the kind of guy that stopped once he'd gotten started. He was finding, though, that he couldn't be so selfish with Stasia. He wished he could, but he couldn't. She was his friend. She trusted him. He wasn't going to break that trust for anything in the world… not even really, really good sex. When she began to question him, his brow furrowed. Seriously? He fucked rich little white girls, but that wasn't the type of girl he genuinely liked. Sure, he was friends with a lot of rich little white girls, but he knew that he couldn't fall for them. If he was going to fall for someone, she would have to have a background similar to his own and, as racist as it sounded, she would have to be black. "What?" he questioned. "You're perfect… you're sexy as hell… I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now. You're just… you're just drunk. I can't take advantage. You would kick my ass if I did." Maybe he had been a little naive, but he hadn't thought he was going to get in trouble for doing the right thing. He almost wished he could just fuck her. Fucking her had to be better than getting bitched at by her. Maybe it was unfair of her, but Stasia didn’t really believe Ethan when he said he wanted her. If he really wanted her, they wouldn’t be standing here and having this conversation. “Oh, whatever!" Stasia knew it wasn’t the most intelligent retort ever. She couldn’t come up with anything better, though, so she left it at that before turning and stalking into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind it, but didn’t quite get around to locking it. Just as the door slammed shut behind her, a wave of nausea gripped her and she rushed for the toilet, barely making it to the floor in front of the porcelain bowl before she started to retch. Ethan leaned his forehead against the wall when she pushed away from him. He wanted to follow her into the bathroom, but he knew that he should give her some time to cool down. Had he known that this was how he was going to be rewarded, he wouldn't have exercised any willpower. After all, he was certain that fucking her had to be a lot nicer than fighting with her. His thought that she needed time to calm down was completely forgotten when she began to retch. He immediately turned and followed her into the bathroom. A heartbeat later, he was at her side. He pulled her hair out of her face with one hand as he used the other to wet a washcloth and press it to the back of her neck. This wasn't his fault, but he felt somewhat responsible for the condition she was in. "It's going to be alright," he assured her quietly. It seemed as though the majority of Stasia’s annoyance left her body with the vomit. She whimpered softly as Ethan pressed the cool cloth to the back of her neck, leaning back against him once she’d emptied the contents of her stomach. Suddenly, she was exhausted and the solidness of his frame behind her felt nice. “Thanks," she found herself mumbling as she turned slightly to rest her head against his chest. Bed sounded nice. Bed sounded kind of far away, too, and her eyes slipped closed for a moment. Ethan was pretty comfortable, actually. Maybe she could just go to sleep right here. Ethan continued to dote on her as she expelled the contents of her stomach. He'd never been a fan of vomit, but he wasn't about to leave her alone. "C'mon, baby," he breathed when she leaned into him and closed her eyes. It seemed as though she was finally finished. "Let's get you to bed." Rather than trying to get her onto her feet, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her from the floor. A moment later, he was laying her gently onto the bed. She'd been mad at him a few momenta ago, but that seemed to have passed. He was grateful for that. After all, he really didn't want to fight with her. Ethan knew that he should probably find somewhere else to sleep, but he didn't want to leave her alone when it was obvious that she felt horrible. "C'mere," he murmured as he crawled into the bed with her and pulled her close. Someone else might have tried to force her to drink a glass of water, but he figured it was a little too late for that. She was going to have a hangover no matter what. He could only hope that being held would bring her some amount of comfort. "Sleep," he crooned. "You need to sleep." He wished he could promise her it would be better in the morning, but hd knew that was a lie. It was hard to stay mad when you were emptying the contents of your stomach. Retching and glaring didn’t really glow together and to be honest, Stasia didn’t have the energy to focus on the fact that Ethan had pulled away from her, let along stay angry about it. She could barely nod her head when he suggested they get her to bed and though she would have normally had a slight fit about him picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom, she didn’t feel like protesting at the moment. “Mmmkay," she mumbled without opening her eyes. The urge to vomit had passed for the moment and it felt good to have him cuddled against her, even if that wasn’t something she’d be admitting out loud anytime soon. --- As Stasia began to stir several moments later, she was aware of a distinct ache in her head and an unfamiliar weight at her side. She starting to open her eyes, but the headache got much worse when she did and movement didn’t feel like an attractive option, so she squeezed her eyes shut again as she struggled to remember just what had happened the night before. Which only made her head hurt more. Fuck. Ethan doted on her until her eyes closed and her breathing became rhythmic. Even then, he didn't roll away from her. Instead, his hold on her tightened and he continued to gently drag his fingers through her hair. --- At some point, Ethan had drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly aware of that fact until a movement at his side pulled him closer and closer to consciousness. That would not do. It was far too early for them to be awake, and he pulled his companion closer without thinking about who had been sleeping next to him. "Sleep, baby," he instructed what his subconscious assumed was some sorority girl. "It's too early for... everything." Stasia was vaguely aware that was Ethan’s voice, but it just made her head hurt when she tried to figure out why he was in her bed. It hurt to move, it hurt to think and she was inclined to agree when he informed her it was too early. “Mrphmh," she mumbled unintelligibly, letting him pull her closer. The sound was half mumble, half whine as she tried to ignore the ache in her head. Maybe if she could just keep her eyes closed and go back to sleep, she could get rid of that feeling that she’d been hit by a steamroller. Ethan was more than a little relieved when his companion ceased to move. He hadn't been nearly as drunk as she had, but that didn't mean he wasn't hungover. Any movement… any light… any sound… any anything other than sleep was far from appreciated. Without thinking, he brushed his lips over the top of her head and tightened his arms around her. It wasn't unusual for him to wake up in a strange bed, but he was going to be a little surprised when he remembered who's bed he was in. After all, Stasia had made her feelings for him quite clearly. For now, though, he was content to just sleep… especially if it meant that he would get to put off dealing with the hangover he was sure to have. |