Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 10: The Other

POV Becky

Morning, an obsessive ray of sunshine wakes me up with its warm touch, sweetly stretching, my hands rest against something hard, cool, absolutely reminiscent of a wall and not at all like the soft leather headboard of my own bed, the confusion of thoughts of a consciousness that has not yet awakened does not allow me to immediately determine my location, I open my eyes, look around.

"Oh yes! Freen, Nam, party" the memories are flooding back into place "Drunken Sarocha pestering me, Nam, whom I barely managed to push aside to send to the brunette to get some sleep, simultaneously rubbing in all the horrors of the fumes that filled the bedroom, and I, with relief plopped down on an empty sofa, I smoothly plunge into the kingdom of Morpheus.

The clock on the kitchen oven showed five minutes to ten, having washed and put myself in order, I decided to tidy up the table and make something for breakfast, examining the kitchen cabinets, I concluded that I could easily bake pancakes and brew coffee, without thinking for a long time, I began to the point. Half an hour later, the aroma of the breakfast I had prepared replaced the nasty smell of alcohol, quickly spreading and filling the entire apartment, and began to pleasantly tickle the nostrils of the girls still sleeping in the room, calling them to wake up.

Nam woke up first.

"Good morning," she said, smiling broadly "Are you really the same Becca that my friend is rehabilitating? You don't drink, you read books, you cook pancakes" chatting, she approached the plate in order to pinch off a piece, "Mmm, and by the way, very tasty pancakes!"

I smile back, looking at her shabby appearance "Good! I've been rummaging around here, I hope you don't mind" she nodded her head towards the kitchen cabinets.

"Dig as much as you want, if you have a desire to cook something else, I'm all for it" she winked at me slyly, retreating to the bathroom.

I was finishing the last pancake when the premonition of someone else's gaze riveted on me forced me to turn around. She stood leaning against the door frame, opposite the bathroom, perplexedly fingering her towel, she was wearing a thin shirt over her naked body, barely covering her butt, the top buttons are unbuttoned almost to the chest, revealing her seductive relief, so sleepily disheveled she aroused in me an even greater surge of desire, and I could not deny myself the pleasure of slowly walking over her with a greedy gaze, lingering on her slender, toned legs and not modestly bulging breasts, at the end intersecting with her extinct, for a reason unknown to me, eyes, the color of deep chestnut, from which it is difficult for me to be distracted by a foreign unpleasant smell.

"Damn, my pancake" I realized, grabbing the frying pan and throwing the burnt pancake into the trash can.

Suddenly, her hands gently fall on my waist from behind, and I unconsciously shudder "Forgive me" she whispers guiltily into the back of my head.

"For what?" I ask interestedly.

"You know" she whispers upset.

"I want you to say it" I insist, without turning to her.

"For yesterday, that happened."

"What happened?"

"Becca? What kind of games are these?" She jerks me towards her. "Forgive me for my drunken harassment" she whispered, looking at my lips. I push her a little in the chest, urging her to take a couple of steps back, following her, with a sharp movement I turn her away from me, she rests her hands on the table, and I press myself from behind, deftly lifting up her shirt, running a wet path with my tongue along the spine from the base up, sliding along the shoulder blades to the neck, dispelling the goosebumps that appeared from my touches, I cover her neck with kisses, slowly circle the tip of my tongue around the shell of the ear, bite the lobe, with one hand I gently squeeze her breast, with the other I am already examining the state of the moisture of her underwear, imperiously running my fingers along the thin wet cotton between the legs.