The fact that she drank next to nothing on a regular basis probably didn't help her in this case. She felt absolutely dreadful. As she laid there with a pounding head she did note that he was dressed, though that didn't count for much when her mouth felt like it was bruised.
She supposed she shouldn't be surprised when he woke up from her moving around. Giving a small smile, she tried to sat up, but that was definitely wrong as her entire stomach churned and she could feel it coming. Not caring that she probably half trampled him by getting up and her splitting headache, she ran to the bathroom to throw up. Ironically as she sat there in front of the toilet things were slowly coming back to her. Her first kiss... Had she really done that? She didn't know how to feel. She was happy she did it, but on the other, what was she supposed to say? He would want an explanation for sure and as she was now she could never open her mouth.
Even once she was done heaving, she curled up in front of the toilet on the floor, not feeling like she could move, even if she wanted to. She felt absolutely terrible, both physically and mentally.
It probably took her a bit to get oriented, so she would probably notice in a few moments that he was still totally dressed. He didn't know how nauseous she would be, or if she would even remember, he handled drinking much better than she did. He could just tell her..or he could be funny, there were so many things that ran through his head while he laid there, pretending to still be asleep. Though her movements were less than graceful so it was obvious anyone would wake up at that point. He slowly opened his eyes to adjust to the light and didn't exactly look over at her, knowing she'd just freak out more. He yawned a little, "Morning.."He muttered out as usual. What would her reaction be, surely lots of questions or something like that. He was lucky she didn't wear makeup that would be pretty obvious at that point. What could she remember?
There was some relief to him taking off her shirt. It helped a bit with feeling so hot and since she was drunk she didn't go completely insane at him seeing her shirtless. Feeling him tuck her in, she gave a soft smile and was happy there, snuggling in as he cleared things up a bit. When she felt him lay beside her her reaction was much like before, but much more direct. She turned towards him to wrap her arms around him before she passed out completely.
The next morning she awoke to her head throbbing like crazy. She gave a groan she she tried to orientate what had happened and where she was. The way she felt she could have gone to a bar. Slowly she was coming more around as her eyes opened. She still had her arms around him.
Feeling herself flush, it was nothing compared to what happened next as she realized she was half undressed, exposing her bra with her chest pressed against his. There was a clear attempt to move away, only to stay when her entire body revolted at the idea of moving with a feeling of nausea. What had happened last night? Still resting there she thought on it.
He was a subject to just being there, words going unheard from him in her drunken stupor of sorts. The fact that she couldn't get her shirt off would have made him chuckle if he weren't worried she had a serious issue, or that she wasn't on top of him. He moved finished taking it off of her anyway, and put her underneath a blanket, next to him. He was a bit dizzy himself, but he managed to move the wine to a safer place not near the two of them and stumbled back over beside her. Her little comfort fort would come in handy, they'd both be laying down next to each other on a bunch of comfy blankets and all. Though her reaction to waking up shirtless next to him would be completely on her. As it stood he didn't hang on long before he passed out beside her as it was, though he was still dressed.
There had never been a plan and she honestly had no idea what to do now. At least she didn't think they would continue this. She was clearly lost to this feeling and the touch, but surely they couldn't keep kissing forever.
There was quite a bit of exchanging going on, from kissing to fluids. Though was it just her or was it getting hot in here? Her mind was slowly starting darken. She was feeling a little dizzy. Slowly she pulled back. "It's hot," she muttered as she began to tug on her shirt to try and get it off, though mostly succeeded in getting it half off and caught around her head.
At the end she gave up on it, mostly because everything was spinning anyway. Finally she slumped down on top of him, not caring she was half undressed and simply began to drift off. Somehow she was very happy about how all this had turned out mostly.
He wasn't sure what they were supposed to be doing in the end really, what was her plan from this point forward? He was fine with just the kissing of course, he wasn't really thinking on it now or how long they had been kissing or anything like that. It was just so easy to get lost in and she kept it going with him so he did the same right back to her. Her hand began to move down his side again and he didn't know if it's what she decided to do or if she began to parrot his movements, though the opposite had been true before.
He didn't know how much of this he was supposed to remember..or if she intended to do this at all..or..well really what her intentions behind it could be, could be as simple as finally kissing anyone. He just wasn't as drunk as she was, but he was certainly muddled now by their exchanging of kisses and fluids.
She probably was really drunk, of even feeling that didn't stop her or made her jump back in complete panic. To be fair she was very lost to all this. She assumed he had kissed Ai a lot while they were together so she simply assumed that he had done this before.
They had been kissing for a while now, but she didn't care. Didn't care that the movie had ended. She was happy. Feeling his hands slowly begun to wander her body, she couldn't help a small sound. Him feeling her butt was a strange feeling, but she didn't pull back or anything like this. She supposed she was just happy that he didn't seem to think of her as a sister or anything like that. At least, she doubted that siblings did anything like this.
Her hand slowly began to move down from his hair to his side. She did want to feel more, but she wasn't sure he was convinced by all this.
It seemed like it didn't stop her that he was feeling it, though she began to do so more which made the reaction more obvious, that much wasn't his fault. He tried not to think on it, he remained focused on their kissing,though this was the most he had ever kissed someone for such an amount of time. It really was going on for a while now, no movie was still even playing. How exactly was this going to go if neither if them stopped kissing? He wasn't about to make any moves, he didn't know if he was supposed to, she set herself up to be in control here. His hands did being to wander up and down her sides finally sort of tracing her waist, and the slight movement she made gave him a bit more courage to go back and feel her butt too, though only shortly before coming back around. It was still the whole thing where he was still amazed he didn't notice things like that about her before.
He did seem to be into, but at the same time he didn't seem to do much more aside from have his arm around her, not that that wasn't nice. Still, she wondered if he was slightly in shock from all this.
At least that was until she felt a rather distinct sign. It did make her pause for a moment. That was her doing, wasn't it? It was flattering, but at the same time a little embarrassing. She couldn't help lightly nudging against it, possibly to figure this out.
Still, the kissing quickly resumed, she didn't want to stop. It had something addicting to it and maybe it was almost like a broken dam. It felt so right to do this, but then again she had been wanting to do this for years. Her body stayed close to his as her hands kept running through his hair. A part of her did wonder though if she might not pass out at some point do to the amount of alcohol she consumed. Not that she wanted to think about it now.
It definitely became a little more noticeable just trying to follow her hand around and that ending up back in his hair, once her body was laid against his again. It was very easy to just block off thinking about repercussions when this was going on, and when he was trying to keep his thoughts just on the kissing and touching aspect. The problem being he also had to try and keep his thoughts away from some of the places that they were touching. Things didn't exactly work that way though so it was obvious. Their slightly vicious kissing might be getting to him, the wine trying to stick around especially through the two of their kisses, the hot breaths, and the whole passionate atmosphere really. Everything that was present between them and none of it felt wrong, which was the oddest thing to him..he thought it was supposed to, but that wasn't conveyed from either person.
She hadn't expected it to go on for as long as it went. That might have had something to do with the fact that they never really stopped to let their kinds catch up to where their bodies ready clearly were. If her mind did ever catch up, she would probably be hiding under her blanket completely mortified at her actions.
Once her hand had more or less taken all of him in, she did slowly start to move it to his neck and slightly to the edge of his hair, enjoying the feeling of how long it was. Okay, now she was happy he kept it this long. With her hand now out of the way she was definitely more pressed against him. Once she was sober again she would wonder how she had ever done this in the first place, but now she was happy.
His hand still on her side, she was happy for this and she did move slightly against him, simply because it felt like something that felt good. She was too caught up anyway to really think on any of this and where it might lead. Right now she was more or less addicted to this feeling.
Things seemed to just continue to get more and more intense as they went along. He didn't actually feel overwhelmed or anything, but he did feel like she was a driving force behind this, especially once she had straddled him. There was no way this could be the same girl he knew this whole time..neither of them even wanted to come up for air long enough to stop kissing, just a passionate affair between breaths that they kept exchanging. Her hand was making movements around his chest even, like she was taking it in, at the very least it put her hand in between them, he wouldn't have to think on how much he was against her when he wasn't fully. Aside from of course, his lap, though his mind really dared not to venture anywhere near there. He tried to focus on the kissing more now.
The wine was a blessing in disguise, at least for her. She could finally do the things she had been wanting to do for years and now she was. And he seemed to be enjoying them. What more could a girl want?
His sounds surprised her slightly, but at the same time she found then surprisingly exciting. She was making him do that, at least she hoped. There was just this flow between them that made it so easy to keep going with this. At least that's how she supposed it was how she got on his lap, her legs now sort of straddling him as she laid on him, kissing him. She couldn't really think about it, because otherwise she would die of embarrassment.
Keeping the kiss going, she let the hand on his chest slowly began to feel his chest. She didn't recall that she had ever done that before, not that she had had a reason to touch him like this, but she was more than happy to do so now.
It wasn't at that point where they were really considering things anymore, at least not for him. He wasn't the one who started this, so he kind of just went along with it, not that he didn't think it felt good. He noticed the more she got on him and felt him the less he could take as well, just like her now making subtle noises. They seemed to just be flowing right along with one another, and for the most part they really seemed to gel easily, which made sense with how well they knew each other. Though things seemed to be much more pent up from her side, so it probably was the driving factor between the two of them. He wasn't worried about how long they might be doing this at all, it just seemed like they would be naturally going along, a lot of their inhibitors being shut off anyway.
Not thinking was probably a good thing right now. All she really wanted to do was keep kissing him. Actually, the more she thought on it, the more her mind was kind of tempted to do. This should be a shocking thought, considering she hadn't even kissed anyone before now.
When he began to kiss her like she did him it felt like a win and the most amazing deeling. After all, she never imagined he would kiss her at all, since she thought he only saw her as a sister or something. Feeling him put his hand on her, she gave a soft sound, her body molding slightly against his hand. It felt so nice. Without realizing it, she was slowly moving more onto him. The movie was forgotten to her mind as her hand kept running through his hair while the other moved to rest on his chest. She found herself wondering how long they would do this before they came to their senses.
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