Wasn't My Plan (Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight - Literally Drunk In Love

 He held my face in his hands so that I couldn't pull away, and even though my hands came up to pull his off, after a few seconds I felt my hands were loosened as my lips started moving against his, kissing him back.

I've never expected this from myself, but that sheer desire from a couple minutes ago came back to haunt me.

As I let his tongue explore mine, he lowered, caging me in-between his arm. I couldn't escape if I wanted to. But I did not wanted to go anywhere.

We were like this for a couple minutes longer, then I pulled him away by his shoulders. I looked at him in the eyes, breathing heavily.

"I..." he panted.
I shook my head, letting him know, there was no need for an explanation.

I got up on my knees as I kissed him again - which didn't seem to bother him at all - crawled over his lap, straddling his waist, and now I was in the more dominant position.

"You sure?" he asked.
"I am." I whispered.

He pulled me closer, erasing all the distance between our bodies. He rested his hands on my waist while our lips melded together. I placed mine on his chest, and our legs were completely tangled. Neither of us had clothes on, except our underclothes, which was pretty thin for me to tell, he was ready.

I started to kiss him lower and lower, in the crook of his neck which made him moan a little. I breathed in his scent, and recognized the smell of my shower gel. I couldn't help it but smile on the thought that he used mine, because it was from Beyonce and it wasn't the manliest odour.

He let his hands ran down from my waist to my butt, squeezing them firmly. I had to look at him and bite my lips at the gesture.
The edges of his mouth curved into a perfect smirk, his eyes were glowing. He grabbed my shoulders with both hands and flipped me over, so we were at the exact same place where we began.

"You are so enchanting." he said between two kisses, while he towered over me again. "What are you doing to me?"

He tried to unclasp my bra again, but when he didn't success, I helped him and threw it on the floor. Now we were at the point, when only one borderline left.

I climbed upwards a bit, so we were almost in a sitting position, when he started to caress my breasts with his hands, and gave them a million little peck with his lips.

I moaned from the pleause and looked to my right, glancing towards my drawer. He noticed that something drove my attention away from him, so he stopped and looked up at me.
"Is everything okay?" he panted.
"Yeah, just..." I felt so awkward to say out loud.
"Do you have any, umm, protection?" he asked and I was glad I didn't had to say it.
"Yeah." I reached out to the drawer, opened the second compartment and took out an untouched condom.

I woke up and felt slightly dizzy. My phone's screen lit up for a second on my drawer, so after a couple blinks, I reached out for it. I unlocked it and glanced at the time. 11:47 am. "Holy shit, I overslept a bit." I thought but when I realized that it wasn't Monday yet, I let out a sigh of relief.

I was just about to get up and make some coffee, when I heard a snore behind my back. At first, my eyes widened, then reality slapped me in the face again, and shut my eyes close, making sure I wasn't hallucinating. A couple seconds later, I heard it again. I bit my bottom lip, and slowly turned around, making sure my moves were quiet.

And there he was. Jimmy Fallon slept on the left side of my bed, next to me. His mouth was slightly opened, his hair fell down untidily to his forehead. He was laying on his back, left arm under his head, but his right arm was stretched out in my direction. Oh, and the icing on the cake - he didn't wear any shirt. "What the actual fuck?" I thought.

I looked at myself and noticed that I was naked too. I peeked under the blanked, which covered both of us under the waist, and my mouth formed a small "O".
"Yep, we're fully naked." I thought.

I sat up, my heart was racing like hell and looked around the room. I noticed two things on my floor: a bunch of clothes - my bra, his PJ shir and our underclothes -  and a ripped package. I stared at the little piece of plastic and as soon as I realized it was a packing for a condom, memories from last night started attacking my brain.

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"Is it good?"  gasped Jimmy into my right ear.
"I'm not a goddamn virgin." I breathed under him.

It felt so so good, having him inside of me. All of him. I pushed my back against the bed, wrapped my legs around him, and braid my fingers together behind his neck.
He started to sped up his pace and moan louder, which made my delight grow bigger and bigger.
I hugged him tightly so there was no space between us, and moan directly into his ear.  He seemed to like it just as much as I did, and I felt really close to my end.

"Gosh-h, Jimmy, I'm so clo-ose." I didn't know why I felt the urge to tell him that but eventually I did.
"Me too."  he said, stabbing me harder, and I knew I couldn't hold it anymore.

I let out a loud moan of  pleasure and satisfaction took control over my body, and a few moments later Jimmy followed my example.
"Oh fuck." he groaned.

I felt so peaceful at that moment when Jimmy gently collapsed over my body, although the both of us were breathing heavily and sweating like someone who just spent 2 hours at the gym. But it was an other kind of exercise.

He turned on my left and laid on his right side, looked towards me and I faced him. His hair was still damp from the sweat and it hung messily onto his forehead. He looked tired but gosh, he looked so sexy.
He lifted his left hand and brushed the pieces of brown hair away from my face. He rested his hand at the back of my head and smiled at me.

"You are beautiful." he said after his breath was in a normal pace again, and pulled me closer to himself, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

I closed my eyes and gave him a tired smile. "Good night."  I said and I immediately let my weariness drag me into sleep.

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I shook my head to clear my thoughts. My mind does not function normally before the first cup of coffee. "So that's happened." I thought.
After I dug out this not-too-old memory, the vivid after-image burned into the inside of my eyelids. Looking back on last night's events, it felt like I was drunk or something, but I hadn't drank anything with alcohol at all. I didn't know how was Jimmy with this, but I won't be laying around to find out right now.

I rubbed my eyes a few times, and I decided to sneak out to the kitchen, to make a cup of coffee and call Megan for s.o.s. advice. Well, I wasn't so sure to tell her about this.

I lifted my legs and sat on the edge of my bed, grabbed the white t-shirt from the floor, slipped into it and as I picked up my phone from the drawer, I tried to sneak out as quietly and quickly as possible.

I tiptoed all the way out without any noise, but when I stepped out of the bedroom's door frame, the floor creaked under my feet. I closed my eyes and bit my lips immediately, and carefully took another step forward; which was smoother than the previous one.
But when I felt myself back on track again, a vocie behind me spoke in a husky voice that clicked slightly from a dry mouth;

"Adele? What are you doing?"

***A/N***

Hmm, I'm wondering what would Jimmy say about "that certain" last night.:O
I don't know cause I haven't written it yet.:D

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