Psycho | Beatrice

3 | drunk kissing

"Hey!" Raven expresses while bringing me in for a hug. "I seriously can't believe you got Luke to come."

I chuckle. She walks into her closet and she comes out with two bottles in her hand. She sets them down on her desk.  My eyes widen at the sight of the bottles. My heart begins to race.

"Feel free to borrow my drinks if you want. No smoking in the house.  Open the window if you're going to smoke. No guns. The room is also yours. Be out by ten."

My head turns toward Luke in alert with that no guns statement. It appears to go right over his head. Then she wishes us a fair well and closes the door on her way out.  Luke opens the top drawer of her desk and sets two mini glasses on top as if this room was his. He opens the bottle and pours it to the top in each cup. 

"We should probably take a shot before we go down."

I nervously step to his side.  He takes one glass in his hand. I shakily bring the glass to my lips.   All the meanwhile, Luke is already finished.    The second my lips touch the liquid, I taste the bitterness and I pull away, scrunching my face. 

This gains a smirk from Luke.  "You're supposed to slam it back.  Don't even think about it." 

I build up the courage and I do exactly as he says.  I slam it to the back of my throat and I swallow quickly.  I feel a sting go down my throat and to my chest.  The taste of the alcohol causes me to stretch out my tongue.  Cinnamon. 

Luke pours himself another shot and takes it easily. 

"You'll get used to it."  He says in a monotone.

He pours one more and looks at me.  I try to recapture myself from the awfulness.  Then I take the drink my hand and I do it once again.  My mouth almost by default goes to make a disgusted face, but I fight every inch not to.  The taste isn't nearly as bad as the first time but the stinging is still there. 

He stares ahead of him while putting his hands in his pockets.  "If I'm being honest I don't really want to go downstairs."

I frown at him. "Well I'm going to go downstairs quick just so Chris knows I'm here."

With that, Luke pulls out a cigarette and goes to the windowsill. I go to the door and I head down the stairs. I almost feel as if I'm floating down the stairs.

I head into a living room and am shocked by what I see. There is about sixty people shoved in there. Some people smoking on the couch, others making out or getting felt up, and others playing pong at the dining table. There are a couple girls just walking around in bras. I feel disgusted looking at the people making out, but I also wonder what that is like. Not just kissing, but being attractive. I watch as the girls hands rest on his chest and then move down towards his stomach.

I jump at the feeling of hands grabbing my waist and my back being pressed against something. My head is tilted a bit to the right because someone rests their head next to mine.

"You showed up." I hear someone whisper in my ear left ear.

I freeze for a minute, thinking about how this always goes wrong in the movies. I reach down and I unlock his arms from mine. Then I turn around and I see Chris. I almost look at him with anger. He quickly snaps out of it and picks up his drink on the coffee table.

Chris clears his throat. "I brought you a drink."

I accept the drink. "Oh. Thanks."

He looks at me a bit uncomfortably. "Drinks and food are over there. Bathroom is upstairs. Your brother is out back so I'd avoid going out there. Be out by nine tomorrow. Any questions or issues come find me."

I thank him with a nod and then he leaves me standing there.  He leaves me with an uneasy feeling in my stomach.  I just have a feeling something bad is going to happen if I hang around too much. 

I take a sip of the drink and taste a different flavor. It's something I can't describe, but has some sort of fruity flavor. The disgusting taste is stronger but in a different way. I hurry upstairs into the room. 

When I enter, I see Luke laying on the right side of the bed with a cigarette in his hand while staring at the ceiling.  As the door shuts, Luke quickly looks at me with a smirk on his face.  I take a large sip of my drink.  I walk to the other side of the bed, set my cup on the night stand and I crawl into the center of the bed.  I turn my back to Luke and I stare blankly at the wall ahead of me, reflecting on what Chris did.  The bed behind me sinks. 

"You okay?"  Luke finally asks from behind me.

My heart begins to sink.  My eyes begin to water.  I turn my body around which causes me to be dizzy for a second. My right hand falls directly on Luke's chest, who is propping himself up by his elbow.  His hand falls on my hip.  I feel Luke's heart begin to race.  I look up at him only to find us inches apart.  He looks at me with a bit of confusion.  I close my eyes and quickly connect our lips.  I make the kiss prolonged in order to give him time to take over because I have no clue what I'm doing.   A couple seconds in, he gets the hint and starts to lean in with some force. 

His hand pushes the center of my chest, causing me to fall on my back.  Luke climbs on top of me while the kissing intensifies.  He tastes like cinnamon and smoke.  He shoves one of his thighs in between mine and closes the space between our bodies.  As his thigh presses against my area, I gasp lightly which causes him to shutter. 

"Luke," I whisper. 

He backs an inch away from my face.  "Shut the hell up.  I'm giving you a hickey now where do you want it?" He says trying to catch his breath. 

My stomach fills with butterflies at his demanding words.  I stare at Luke who is now sitting up and taking a drink from my cup.  He repositions himself over me.  I feel his hands sneak under my shirt and grab my bare waist.  It causes my brain to go almost numb.  His slowly slip upward.

"Here?"  Luke asks, looking at me as if I'm dumb. 

I think about how I'm not ready for him to see that part of me yet.  I shake my head frantically. 

"My neck.   Just one on my neck."

Luke connects our lips once again, this time more forceful than before.  His hands pin both of my arms to the bed. His lips part slightly from mine, kissing my chin and then my jaw. He slowly begins to kiss down my neck.  My breathing becomes heavy.  I find myself breathing with my mouth open, which causes me to whisper his name periodically.  The state of drunk I got myself in has made it so I'm numb to absolutely everything except the feelings going through my body.  I'm almost hypersensitive—especially to the feeling building up between my legs.   The rhythmic motion he has continued resonates with me deeply.

He stops at one point on my leg and I feel something warm smother across my neck.  Something warm and slippery.  Then he begins to make out with one area on my neck.  I try to squirm but I absolutely can't.  I feel the pleasure in my neck, the pressure of his chest on mine making it harder to breathe, and the rhythm between my legs.  

Seconds later, it all stops at once.  I open my eyes and I turn my head to see Luke standing next to the bed.  He puts another cigarette in his mouth and then exhales, filling the room with the smell of smoke. 

"I'm going to the bathroom and then I'm going to bed." He says.

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