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Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-08-25 00:21:00

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!2003: 08, !complete, stephanie fawcett, stephen cornfoot

WHO: StephSquared! Stephen Cornfoot and Stephanie Fawcett
WHAT: Drunk shenanigans. (AKA: We Won’t Remember This By Morning.)
WHEN: Late Tuesday Night.
WHERE: Stephen's flat.
RATING: PG-13 or a little more. Nothing too bad. Um, and A for angst.
STATUS: Complete // Closed

It was a celebration! And they had been celebrating hard. Stephanie had been a little apprehensive about taking the job with Ellie, and she supposed she still hadn’t entirely said yes yet, but she had made the decision to, and that pretty much decided the matter. She was certain that she wouldn’t go to the girl and be turned down. After all, it kind of seemed as though Ellie really wanted this. The artist had always had trouble saying no to others, so after contacting her “Seer” and finding him to be totally useless in deterring her, she had decided that maybe it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing to paint a mural.

As a result of both her coming to terms with doing something permanent and the excitement, she and Stephen might have had a little too much to drink. She was a giggling fool by that point. Still with the bottle nearby, the individual glasses forgotten. And Stephen, he was sitting there with her equally as pissed, or so she thought. There were lots of things she thought about saying, little confessions bubbling right there at the tip of her tongue.

She was uninhibited. That was no surprise. Generally, Stephanie was a very friendly drunk, though she refused to believe that drunk was quite the term. Tipsy...alright, sloshed. She laughed. Firewhiskey sloshed in the bottle too! She looked at her best friend with a wide grin, already leaning against him, but slouching there against the couch, “Hey, Stay-fan,” she laughed a little bit, “Did ‘ya know you have...pretty eyes?” she sighed a bit, blowing her bangs out of her face.

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tigertiger
2010-08-25 04:31 am UTC (link)

A little too much to drink was an understatement. They had gone through his already opened bottle of tequila as Stephen had the most extreme love for Margaritas any straight man could boast. Though, most of it had gone down the gullet in shots as they played a couple drinking games when she first came over.

He hadn't any clue what game they were playing now if any but it appeared to be the compliment game and she was winning. Not if he had any say! Stephen leaned heavily on the arm of his couch and allowed her to lean against him. His hand reached for that bottle and he made a blind grab.

"No," he protested, grabbing again and plucking the bottle from her hands to take a swig. "You have like.. Stephanie, your arse is amazing. I mean, was your pop an alien? Because your arse is out of this world!"

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impermanence
2010-08-25 03:24 pm UTC (link)

He was totally drinking her Firewhiskey. What was up with that? Granted, she'd helped him finish off that tequila...it barely even burned when it was going down now. She could drink the stuff like water. No questions asked.

She tilted her head back a bit to really look up at him when he started talking about her arse. So he liked that, did he? "That's corny, but I do have an amazing arse," she said, her words slurring just a bit. She watched him closely for a moment, deciding on her next move. It had to be a good one.

"You...have the best hands, because they're all magical when you give me back rubs. And, you've got spectacularly kissable looking lips," she looked slightly smug as she finished. How was he going to beat that? The last bit was something she'd been meaning to tell him for a while. Kissable indeed. She'd had a few dreams about that.

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tigertiger
2010-08-25 11:25 pm UTC (link)

She was smug and hell, so was he. This was maybe the best game ever because the other game didn't incorporate so much of the complimenting as it did insulting and cursing when a shot had to be taken. Stephen chewed hard on that bottom lip, corners of his mouth upturned in a slight, boyish grin.

"Mmm... you know what else I got?Stop smirking you wench and listen... Stephanie."

Now he was pitching forward, setting that bottle on his coffee table (sans coaster at that!!) and sitting up straight so that she had to sit up with him. He had twisted a bit to face her better and had reached to place a right hand on her hip as he did so.

"Mad skill, I'm so sexy sometimes it's mad crazy, watch this."

He was trying very hard to not laugh as he did this but a few drunken chortles escaped his lips until he forced himself to a very serious expression. Stephen lowered his voice to a whisper and tilted his head. Logic, very muted and not loud enough to make a difference, was telling him that he was being very odd right now and maybe making her uncomfortable. He didn't care, he was just trying to show her his amazing skill in sexing up a lady, which he hadn't been able to use on a girl in what seemed like ages.

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets," his right hand drifted up from where they had rested at her hip until he could cup her cheek.

"Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day, I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps," and his chin was dipped then, his nose nuzzling up against her jaw just under her ear. His breath smelt of cinnamon and whiskey, a light tinge of vanilla smoke lingering on his tongue from what he had smoked earlier.

"I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond," now his lips were at the shell of her ear, words poured out sweetly against her skin.

"I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes," Stephen couldn't help but enjoy the moment. He was a man, after all, and longed to touch a girl in such ways more often than not. This was all too easy. She was right there, open and pliable in his hands. His right hand was directing her face toward him now and though they were a breath a part he didn't dare let his lips touch her skin.

"and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."

When did touching her burning cheeks elicit such a thrumming from his heart? Stephen was sure his ribs would break with such a forceful pounding beneath.

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impermanence
2010-08-26 12:12 am UTC (link)

Stephen's hands were on her in ways that they never had been before. And she quite liked it. That hand on her hip was a surprise, even in her drunken state, but she had the grace to blush and sit still. Was this still a game? He was talking about how sexy he was, and she could do no other than agree. Wholeheartedly...she'd never voiced that, but she thought it a million different times.

And then he was talking, reciting words, it seemed, that she'd never heard before...words that no one had ever come close to uttering to her before. She shivered as his hand moved to her cheek. This was beyond unfair.

She felt as though she couldn't breathe at all, her heart was pounding so hard, when he nuzzled her neck in that way. It was definitely not just a friendly gesture. Not the way that it raised goosebumps on her skin, and the way it made her blush intensify. Hearing his words, the way that his voice wrapped around those sweet sentiments, it made her want to do crazy, incredibly inappropriate things with him.

Stephanie was so hot that she thought his touch was setting fire to her skin, but she didn't want it to stop. No, she wanted him to keep touching her...she wanted to burn alive if that's what it felt like. Her breath was shallow, heart fluttering a bit unevenly, entirely too quickly. For him, this might have been part of the game, but for her...it was like a deeply buried fantasy come true.

"You win," she whispered very softly, just loud enough for him to hear. She laid one small artists hand against his chest, her eyes glancing down to those oh-so-kissable lips of his, but she didn't push him away. No, she would never do that...

He was so close...too close. And she had no control, no choice, but to give into the little chanting voice in the back of her head. She had to kiss him. It was only a moment after the words of her defeat had left her lips that she found herself kissing her best friend. She wanted him to kiss her back...needed it. She craved what she'd never even had before.

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tigertiger
2010-08-26 12:36 am UTC (link)

Had Stephen been sober they might've been playing Wizards Chess and listening to his latest Black Keys album. There might've been some liberal insulting at one another, a bit of gloating on the winners part and some major groaning on the loser's. Then, they would discuss her mural until inspiration took hold so hard on her that she might grab at anything she could sketch on and furiously work as he watched.

Had Stephen been sober he would've had a pretty good night.

Stephen was sloshed, pissed, completely inebriated and trashed and having the best night of his damned life. Oh, sure, he had kissed girls before. He had even made love with his old muggle girlfriend but never had she felt like this under his hands. Never had she tasted so distinctly sweet. Stephanie's lips held some remnants of the cinnamon firewhiskey and just a touch of something else she might've eaten... and he wouldn't let her leave him without an answer.

It was as if he was a thirsting man and she was the last drop of water on this earth. His fingers spread wide and jolted downward to grip at the bloom of her hips in a most forceful way. Stephen twisted their bodies until he was laying back against the couch and she was straddled across his lap, exposed to him in such a way that exploration was possible and imminent.

His head canted to the right, lips parted and his tongue darted out across his bottom lip to taste again and again until it became to much and he had to lift his hands up to cup either side of her jaw as he deepened that kiss.

Stephanie tasted like what he imagined a feast in heaven might taste like, impossibly delectable and impossible to tire of.

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impermanence
2010-08-26 01:12 am UTC (link)

As soon as he kissed her back, Stephanie lost all her inhibitions. Perhaps she kept it to herself and barely let herself entertain the idea, but Stephanie had been a little bit in love with Stephen since the first time she met him all those years ago.

She gasped softly against his lips when he gripped her hips, smirking momentarily when he pulled her down. Her breathing was choppy when she was breathing at all. She knew right then that she couldn't live without this again now. It would be impossible, torturous. She ached to have his hands on her skin.

She could taste that smokey flavor in his mouth, the alcohol too, but also something that was just him. It was something addictive and masculine and bitterly sweet. She really hadn't had a world of experience with men, but this was by far the best. Nothing else could ever compare.

Exploring his lips, his mouth, she just pressed herself closer when he held her face there in his hands, molding the delicate curves of her body to the lines of his. Stephanie couldn't get close enough to him. One hand drifted across the line of his jaw, and disappeared into his hair, fingers gentle and yet demanding.

Her other hand momentarily reached up to her own hair where it was tied back loosely. She pulled the hairband out and her hair tumbled gently to her shoulders. Stephanie swept it to one side, but she had a purpose for letting it down. The action had put the scent of blueberries in the air. Stephen loved that scent, she knew.

Kissing him shouldn't ever end, she decided. Time should freeze in this moment and leave her there with him for forever. Nothing else would make her happier than that.

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tigertiger
2010-08-26 01:28 am UTC (link)

Stephen was not a very rough boy. He liked to move slowly, gently, and with caution in most everything he did as he was a very thoughtful sort above and beyond anything else. But thoughtfulness was lost with any sense of caution or logic, all of which would have told him to slow down and treat this moment better or to even let it pass before he did something terrible.

And then there was the scent caught in the air, thick and heavy on her neck in a twist of a chocolate mane pulled over one shoulder. One that drove him to madness and back, drove him into such a wild state of being that there was no stopping him from doing to her things that neither would've imagined happening between them unless it was in their dreams.

Maybe the liquor was telling him this was nothing more than a dream, and later he might even question if it all happened the way it did. He broke the kiss and tilted his chin back, eyes shutting tight as the scent broke across his mouth. A gulp of air being swallowed tasted like blueberry.

Stephen's left hand slid around to the small of her back and his long fingers splayed, slid up under the hem of her shirt to the hot flesh that lay beneath. Then he leaned his head forward and brought his hungry mouth to her exposed neck, teeth nipping and scraping across the delicate curve of her neck while his tongue tasted in small flicking motions over her pulse.

"You do tha' on purpose," he muttered into her neck. "Godric you do, I swear."

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impermanence
2010-08-26 02:16 am UTC (link)

Of the two of them, Stephanie had always been entirely more impulsive. Perhaps she really didn't do things without thinking them through, but she didn't exactly plan ahead either. She was the girl that just did things when the moment felt right, and sweet Rowena, if felt right at that moment. Maybe they should have taken it slow, stepped away because they knew they were drunk, but she just held to him tighter. She never wanted to let him go.

She breathed deeply and watched him with lustful eyes as he took in the scent. God...she loved watching him. He was much more incredible than anything she could ever draw. The fine lines of his face were handsome and undoubtedly sexy...she'd always wondered what this would be like.

Her fingers twisted a little tighter in his hair as that hand slid across her skin, this mouth lavishing her neck, encouraging him to stay there for a few more moments. She tiled her head back to the side, offering freely what he'd seen fit to take while she bit down on her lip. Every little thing that he did was just so unfair. She swore that she was already wet.

She pulled back with her hold in his midnight locks, but not nearly hard enough to actually hurt him. Still, she wanted to drive him as absolutely crazy as he was driving her. She planted a kiss at his jaw and trailed her lips to his ear for a moment, "You love it and you know it," she said softly, her voice was unlike it had ever been before, almost a purr. She brushed her lips against the soft skin there behind his ear and nipped gently at his earlobe.

Stephanie released her hold on him, but stayed just as close, dusting teasing kisses along his neck and jawline. She just barely kissed his lips, and hoped that the scent of blueberry was still driving him mad. She wriggled slightly against him, unintentionally rocking her hips against his. It made the desire in her grow that much stronger. She wanted to be so close to him that they wouldn't be able to tell where one ended and the other began, "Stephen..." she said his name like a kind of plea, her lips just brushing against his.

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tigertiger
2010-08-26 03:46 am UTC (link)

He did. He loved every second of it, every drawn out second that she had her mouth trailing hot affection against his long neck and strong jaw. It was very difficult to comprehend such a thing so clearly and even more difficult to link the lust he felt to something more pure like an underlying love felt for Stephanie.

He knew it was there, deep down, but mostly he wanted to focus on the surface things. He wanted to touch, taste, smell, hear everything about her he could before he woke up from this dream. Because that was what this had to be: a dream. In real life, Stephanie Fawcett didn't buck her hips like that. In real life, Stephanie did not purr or moan when he let his long hands explore the soft flesh of her torso under that shirt.

"Mmhmm?" he was starting to peel that shirt off as she said his name. Stephen had to pull back, the move making his head swim as he collapsed back against the couch to gaze up at her under half lidded eyes.

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impermanence
2010-08-26 04:23 am UTC (link)

Some logical part of her brain was screaming at her to stop, that it wasn't supposed to happen this way...that he was supposed to love her too, not just lust after her. She didn't know what was the truth, and what was just some figment of her overactive imagination. She'd always had a penchant for bringing the creations of her mind to life, but this was almost too much like reality. Even through the haze of alcohol, she knew it.

Even still, she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. There was a part of her that wanted this to be real, even if it wasn't. A part of her that thought this would be her only chance and she would have to grab it while she could. The Stephen she knew wouldn't have whispered that poem in her ear...wouldn't have kissed her back like it was all he'd ever dreamed about doing. No, the Stephen she knew didn't love her like that.

She slipped out of her shirt easily as he pulled, and found that for a moment, she was unsure of herself. Not because she didn't want this, but because Stephen had never seen her in a state of undress quite like that before. For that moment, she wondered if he liked what he saw. But this was a dream, right? A very vivid dream. So by all rights, he should like the whole view, from the lace of her bra to the soft smoothness of her skin. She fumbled slightly as she unbuttoned the front of his shirt, pushing the sides over to run her hands up over his chest. She leaned down against him, her head spinning a bit, but she didn't think much of it. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his neck...her fingers tracing over his ribs. Godric, she loved him...

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tigertiger
2010-08-26 04:32 am UTC (link)

There was a reason why Stephen didn't often drink heavily. It wasn't just that it screwed with his liver like any other person, and wasn't even that it was making him do bold, audacious things that were beyond his nature. It was simply something that Grandma Esther tried to make a young Stephen understand but he didn't quite get it until later in life.

A seer with those much liquor in his body was bound to be more susceptible to opening his inner eye without meaning to. He was going to feel the alcohol moreso than a normal person who didn't have to worry about gaining visions or reading auras on accident.

It happened quickly but to him it felt like hours had passed. His smile was slow and lazy as she worked on his shirt and his words were slurred to the point of being almost foreign with the way they sounded. Something like, 'gorgeous' and 'lovely' fell off his lips. Then his head tilted back further, he sighed...

And fell into a real dream, almost at once. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed as the sleep overcame him all of the sudden. He didn't mean to and had he been more careful he would've maybe avoided this entire situation entirely.

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impermanence
2010-08-26 04:50 am UTC (link)

It was only a few moments before Stephanie realized what was happening...and the weight of it crushed down on her immediately after. Something clicked in her mind that this could not be a dream...because in a dream this wouldn't have happened. In a dream, the person you loved didn't pass out on you, even if they were pissed beyond any other time you could ever remember.

It was real. All of it was real. As this washed over her, she had the good sense to scramble off of the couch, off of him, and to snag her shirt off the floor where it had ended up. She was wobbly on her feet, stumbling to the door. Somehow or another, she ended up back across the street in her own building, though she'd never managed to put her shirt back on. Stephanie didn't really remember much of the transition, but all she had been able to think about was not being at Stephen's when she woke up in the morning. She couldn't face that...wouldn't.

The fun of being drunk was gone, and she found herself crawling into her bed, not bothering with taking off anything else. Her face felt wet, and it took her a few moments to realize that she was crying. She felt heartbroken. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she hoped that he wouldn't remember what had happened come morning...she hoped that the blur of reality and dream would be so strong that it would never make sense if he could remember anything at all. And she hoped that it would be the same for her. So curled there in the center of the bed with tears still on her face, she slipped into a deep, inebriated sleep...and for once, she was met with only the blackness behind her eyelids and not his smiling face.

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