I Need You Now (Lauren / You)

Chapter 23

Your POV

"I see you haven't lasted long."

"Shut the fuck up, you try doing it." I say, glaring at Bea. "You try not smoking or drinking or cursing - or judging people!"

"I don't drink, for one." Bea points out. "But I get your point."

"She could've stayed in longer," Lauren glares at me. "Now I'm upset." She pouts.

I inch closer to Lauren, wrapping one of my arms around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I kiss her cheek. "But it's kinda hard not to do all three - no, four, of those things." Alcohol, smoking, sarcasm and swearing.

"I know." She mumbles.

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"You know," I say. "It feels good to drink." I take a sip from my beer. "And to curse, fuck yeah," I chuckle. "And to smoke - I'll do that later."

"No need to rub it in." Lauren sighs.

"Aww, Laur, you know you want to curse," I grin. "Fuck fuck fuck. Shit hell damn!" Lauren bites her lip, putting her hands over her hears.

Hmm, I know what'll get her cursing.

I scoot closer over to Lauren, taking her hands off of her ears. I lean into her ear, my breath against it.

"Why don't we go home," I whisper. "And fuck each other senseless till we have 5 orgasm's...and we can say fuck as much as we want." I nip at her earlobe, then pulling away.

"Fuck." She breathes out. "Fuck yeah."

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Bea isn't home, I think she went on a date? Yeah. Good for her.

I pin Lauren up against the wall, her hands over her head. Our lips move in sync, kissing each other. Her tongue darts into my mouth as I let go of her wrists, her hands falling to her side.

Our tongues roam each other's mouth. I lift Lauren up, causing her to gasp against my mouth and wrap her legs around my waist. My hands are place on her butt as I carry her to the bed.

Let the fun begin.

(A/N; bitch you thought there was gonna be smut..nah, I don't write that.)

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I'm currently sitting down on the couch. Lauren is in the kitchen, making soup. (A/N: almostgoodenough :) )

Bea walks into the apartment, a small smile on her face. She sighs and collapse next to me on the couch.

"So, how was it?" I question, grinning at her.

"It was..it was great," she smiles. "He took me to this secluded place and..it was just amazing."

"What's his name?"

"Jacob, Jacob Whitesides."

"When do we get to meet him?"

"When I say so." She glares at me. "And when he does come over, be nice, please."

"When am I not nice?"

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guys I don't write smut because it makes me uncomfortable..plus I'd like to keep my innocent mind (:

have a good day

-Gracie.