The Lost Roses

Chapter Ten

Searching through all of his kitchen cabinets I finally find several bottles of alcohol. From Skyy Vodka, to Jack Daniels. I settle on the fancy looking bottle of vodka and grab some juice from the fridge. I have no idea what kind and I don't really care. I mix ¾ vodka and ¼ juice. Obviously most normal people would have done the opposite. Or at least made it half and half. But my goal here is to get so drunk I pass out. And I couldn't care less if Lucas joined me. When I down that glass I make another, and one more. By the fourth glass he finally appears out in the living room.
"Took you long enough. What time is it?"
"It was five when I got here. Its about seven now. How much have you drank? I could have sworn this was a full bottle." He picks up the bottle in disbelief.
"It was. I drank about a third of it. But now I'm in the mood for tequila. Do you have limes?" Instead of answering me he just pulls out a lime and slices it into quarters, handing me a slice when he's finished. I fill up a shot glass, lick some salt, down the shot and squeeze in the lime. I take another three shots before he says anything.
"I am in awe by how much alcohol you have managed to drink."
"I'm not. I've always been able to handle my alcohol well. That doesn't mean I'm not feeling pretty drunk right now. I honestly don't think I needed the tequila. But hey, no such thing as overkill when it comes to booze."
"Why are you only wearing that thong?"
"Oh you mean this ol' thing? I thought you might enjoy it." I say sipping on water. Trying to decide what I'll drink next. I'm thinking Southern Comfort. I pull it out and a much smaller glass than the one I used for the vodka. I pour myself some and take a sip."Wow. This shit is awful. It's like drinking nail polish remover."
"That's why you have a chaser.  You take a shot of that and drink something like coke immediately after."
"That's why I don't like orange juice. Me and my two best friends were drinking triple sec. I decided against a chaser. It was so nasty. I drank more than either of them and was still perfectly fine though. They were drunk. But I was okay. It took my third time drinking alcohol to actually get drunk. Then again we weren't really being supervised. Or rather we were but her parents didn't give a fuck. It was amazing." I reminisce on the good days. The days when I could be a normal teen.
"Makes sense." He says handing me a can of coke. Now I take small sips of the alcohol and big gulps of the coke. It is much better this way. When I'm done with that I sit on the counter with a bottle of water.
"Something tells me you're going to regret this later."
"Nope. I don't get hangovers. Although I don't know why I sat up here. 'Cause I don't think I can get down."
"Well I'll help you then. Although it would be more entertaining to watch you fall flat on your face. It would teach you a lesson."
"It's not like I drink frequently." I attempt to hop off the counter and stumble. Thankfully the jackass catches me. He's really warm. And I'm really cold. I hug him since he has yet to remove his hands from my waist.
"Ummm. You should stop. Given things we haven't done lately."
"What? Am I turning you on?" I casually graze his erection with my thigh as I turn around to walk away. "Well. I think I'm ready for bed." I take of the obnoxious butt string and fling it at him before prancing away to bed. I know I'll regret all this in the morning, but right now, it feels pretty great to have some power over him. I kind of really like being able to control him.
"I ask again, who are you?"
"A very drunk girl who is very tired of playing games with you. You want to beat me? Fine. You will never get to touch me the way you want. You want to be able to fuck me as you please? You won't beat me. And you'll work on getting those girls gone soon. As much as I don't want to spend four days in a car with you, I don't want them here anymore either."
"You sound kind of jealous."
"Of what? You've made it clear you belong to me. You haven't even messed with them in quite some time. Besides, only crazy people fall for their captors. And I'm an amazing actress."
"So are you crazy pretending to be sane or sane pretending to be crazy?"
"I'm definitely not sane anymore. But not crazy enough to fall for you knowing it's wrong." I can't believe we're standing around chit-chatting and I'm naked. He has a lot more self control than I thought. I dance around the edge of the bed stopping at the foot once more.
"How is any of this wrong?" He asks pressing himself into me and lifting my face up as if to kiss me.
"All of it is wrong. You've done so much damage. Yet I can't stop wanting to see you naked."
"Something tells me that is the alcohol talking."
"A drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts." He kisses me. Just like the other morning in the tub. It's deep and passionate and bound to lead to other things. He slips of his boxers as I yank of his t-shirt falling backwards onto the bed. He pulls us up to the pillows entering me at the same time. For some reason, this time it's different. Maybe it's the alcohol. Or maybe it's because I've finally accepted that things are not going to change for me. I might as well get used to this now. I dig my nails in his back wrapping my legs around him. He groans in response so I don't stop. Some time after that we're both shouting our release. "Wow. So I can orgasm."
"Wanna do it again?" Instead of answering I just kiss him. I don't know how long we keep that up. I just know the next morning when I wake up feeling like I'm going to puke, I'm laying on his chest and he's playing with my hair. And we're both naked.
"Why am I naked."
"You don't remember last night do you?"
"Vaguely. I remember drinking a lot. And you not drinking at all. And me flinging a thong at you as I strutted away naked. I seriously don't feel good right now." I almost laugh at the memory of what I did. Drunk me should be around more. I guess that would explain how I ended up naked. But what about him? I find his clothes strewn on the floor. "Did we..?"
"Yep. A lot. And I did drink some. Not half as much as you. But some." Great...sex with the enemy... The more I think about it the more I begin to remember.
"Oh fuck."
"I'm assuming you remember now."
"Yea. I do."
"You don't sound very happy."
"Should I be? I mean I slept with you. Multiple times. And I instigated the whole thing. I even admitted to liking seeing you naked. I mean dude you're hot. Those abs and your shoulders. And good lord the back muscles. You're damn near perfect."
"Near perfect?"
"Didn't mean to bruise your man ego. But yes, near. Your personality and anger issues could use some work. Maybe you should try being someone's submissive. That definitely fixed my anger issues. Ya know, getting the snot beat out of you everytime you show anger is really therapeutic."
"You are really sarcastic today."
"Yea well I admitted to falling for the enemy last night. I think you can live through a bit of sarcasm. If not then you are going to have one dreadfully horrendous, celibate, life."
"I wouldn't want that."
"I need a shower. And some painkillers." I walk straight into the bathroom and turn the water on. Not even caring if he responds. I don't even know why I feel so sick. I've never even gotten a hangover before. And I've gotten drunk more times than I count.
"I'll be there in a sec!" And he answers. Didn't take too long for him to decide this time. When the water is warm enough I step in and let the water wash me away. "Woah. You are bleeding a lot. I thought your head was fine."
"Well, I'd say it's not." I say looking down at the red tinted water. He steps into the shower and looks closer.
"You don't really need stitches now. But you should keep your head dry so it can scab over properly." He takes the bath sponge and squirts soap on it washing my back and reaching to the front of me and washing my breasts as he plays with the nipples.
"We don't have time for this right now. Turn so I can wash you." He does and I find these long red streaks on his back. Some of which are bleeding. "Jesus.. Did I do that?"
"The scratches? Yea. They don't hurt. And feel free to give me more at any time."
"Okay.." I swipe the sponge over him and from the flinching and tightening of muscles I know he's full of shit. Good. I caused him some pain.
"You know we always have time for that other thing."
"I don't like cold showers."
"Trust me, the water will still be just as toasty as it is now when I'm finished."
"I don't think that's something to brag about." I say laughing. He pushes me against the shower wall in response.
"Face the wall." He says just loud enough at my ear. I do as he says. Not sure which Lucas I'm dealing with. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." So it seems the nice Lucas is here still. Good. He lifts me up high enough to thrust deeply inside of me. I release a loud moan, and that's enough invitation for him to keep going. He stays true to his word. When we're both done and slightly panting the water is still warm. Too warm. I turn off the water and step out. Finding my bathrobe on the door once more. I take it and put it on before laying on the bed exhausted. I feel light headed and still too warm. "Do you have asthma?" Well that's random.
"Yea?"
"Well maybe we shouldn't do that again then. Thats a perfect setting to send you into an attack."
"Well if I don't cool off now it's going to happen a lot sooner than you expected." Its hard to breathe and I feel like I might pass out.
"Here, take the robe off." He unties it and starts trying to pull it off.
"No. You've seen me naked enough lately for a lifetime." And so has your brother, I think to myself.
"Fine. Then suffocate." He is such a frustrating person.
"Maybe I'll just go sit outside without the robe. I'm sure I'd feel a bit better."
"Yea right. I don't want my neighbors seeing you naked."
"All the more reason!" I jump off the bed and sprint to the front door and straight out, losing my robe at some point along the run.