Lost

One

She didn't know what had gotten into her tonight, bursting into someone's bedroom at the penthouse where the party was, tearing off the clothes of a complete stranger. Nope, she definitely knows what has gotten into her. It was all the alcohol surging through her veins.

She can't even remember how everything started or who initiated but she now found her face pressed against his.

His lips were soft and hard all at once as he kissed her hungrily and she moaned into his mouth, arms wound around his neck. Her long fingers tangled in his soft auburn locks and his muscled arms were around her waist. Not long later, he was gripping her thighs, hoisting her up and backing her into the wall, never breaking the kiss.

Butterflies swarmed her stomach as he bit her bottom lip gently until their tongues were sliding against one another. She tightened her legs around his torso as if she would fall at any second even when she knew she wouldn't. Her lips tingled from all the kisses and when he pulled away, she gasped for air and he nipped down the nape of her neck.

One of his arms were under her butt to hold her in place and the other was wrapped around her waist as he started walking towards the bed. Like the gentleman that he was he gently placed her on the bed on whosever bedroom they were in and hovered over her. His hand slid up her bare thighs, squeezing them as his lips teased her agonising ones.

Her fingers traced the muscles on his torso and stomach, leaving her wondering if he was in the military. From his appearance, politeness and haircut to the way he carried himself. Definitely military. She was sure of it.

Slipping her hands under the hem of his boxers, he shivered under her soft touch. His hands travelled up further and grasped her breast, making her moan as he squeezed gently. He smirked deviously before kissing her again and trailing his hands down the expanse of her body, pushing her legs apart so he was in between them. Fingers brushing her inner thighs, making her let out a hefty moan of pleasure before he caresses her core with his thumb, fire ignited deep in her belly.

His lips descended, rubbing her faster before plunging into her folds, causing her to scream and spread her legs even wider, inviting him to touch her how ever he wanted.

She straddled him one last time before he positioned himself in between so he could thrust into her. Clutching his shoulders, she leaned down, chest to chest, them kissing each other deep, their tongues dancing against one another as she grind on him, driving her hips back and forth. Gasping each time he went deeper.

As the night ended, she slowly creeped out of the bedroom and out the once alive, music blaring penthouse, hopping past passed out bodies. She went ahead with the walk of shame back to her best friend's apartment since she definitely couldn't risk walking into her house the way she is and not face the wrath of Hank Voight.

Stumbling into Kim's apartment, she flopped down onto the couch. The night faded away. His face, his freckles, his baby blues, his auburn curls forever gone. Disappearing into a bundle of tangled memories in her head. Memories that she will most likely never recall.

As she fell asleep in her tangled sheets, a cheeky grin plastered her face. She lived wildly for once in a very long time and now that it was over, she didn't regret a second of it.

                           • • •

The bright sun rays pierced through her closed eyelids as Kim very intentionally pried the curtains apart, purposely torturing her friend.

"HOLY SHIT!" Erin exclaimed, covering her now overly sensitive pupils with a pillow. Someone must have bashed her brains into a wall since it was literally throbbing against her skull. Kim laughed at watching her friend freak out and Erin tried to wipe drool off her chin.