There is nothing more amazing than waking up so painfully hung over that your body feels like dead weight. My throat is so ridiculously dry and I'm not sure what hurts more: my head or my hips. I looked over and saw that (y/n) was gone. I figured she was still here somewhere, probably puking her guts out in one of the bathrooms, or chugging a gallon of water in the kitchen. Can you tell we've gotten drunk together a time or two? I stepped out of bed and immediately fell face down. So it's gonna be that kind of morning? Wonderful. I heard shuffling feet. "Dark?" "I'm alright." I said, picking myself up. I closed my eyes and groaned, giving up and sitting on the edge of the bed. Everything felt like it was moving at the wrong pace, either too fast or too slow. "Ugh, I'm alright now." (y/n) said. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. I heaved my guts and now I'm actually okay. What's your deal?" "I tried walking. I'm not ready for all that yet." I tried standing up again and wound up flat on my back...at least I hit the bed this time. "Oh, Dark." she laughed, picking up my hand and pulling me up. My head spun a bit. "Want some help?" she asked. "Might not be a bad idea." I said, letting her help me to my feet. "I'm like dying of thirst." I said. My legs shook a bit and I hit the deck once more. (Y/N) laughed. "Alright, how about I get you some water?" she said. "Fine by me." I replied, dragging myself back onto my bed. Jesus, this is embarrassing. (Y/N) returned with water which I happily consumed. She raised up her shirt and showed me her bruises. "I take it you look the same?" I hadn't even looked but I could only imagine what was under my shirt. I examined myself. Long scratches down my chest, bite marks, and no doubt about it, dried blood. I flashed back to last night...god what a time. "I had fun last night." (y/n) said, sitting beside me. "Before and after the party." she played with my hair. "I did too...maybe a bit too much. I feel like I've been hit by a car." I wiped at my eyes. Fuck, my glasses. "You haven't seen my eyes, have you?" I asked. "Nope. I looked." she replied. "Contacts for me today." I muttered, rolling across the bed to my nightstand. I hate these fucking things. I dropped them in and realized that most of my blurry vision was not due to my hangover. "Hi." I said, looking at (y/n). "You look so much cuter without glasses." I rolled my eyes (and agitated my headache). "You do." she insisted. I flopped on my back. (Y/N) crawled atop me. God, she got her energy back fast. She rubbed against a few sore spots. "Easy there." I said. "Oh come on, you're being such a baby." she replied. "My whole body is one big bruise, and are you forgetting I've been hitting the deck since I woke up?" she laughed. "You'll live." "Forever." I muttered. "So will I." she said. "I know, and I'm so glad for that." She smiled before sticking a finger between my chin and my chest. I squirmed. "Stop, no, you can't do that." I laughed. "I can do whatever I want, Darkimoo." she said, moving to my sides. I fought her a bit, but she just overpowered me. "Come on!" I laughed. She pinned my arms down. "No." she replied, teasing me. "(Y/N), let me up." "Why? You have such a cute laugh." she teased. That I do, or so I've been told. I gave up and let her do her thing. "The streets will run red with your blood." I growled after she finally let me up. "Ooh, so scared." she said winking. "Really now? It's like that?" I grabbed her and pinned her on her back. She seemed surprised, but amused. "What's going on, Dark?" she asked, almost purring. "Not a damn thing." I replied, positioning myself between her legs. "You sure seem like you're up to no good." she said, biting the tip of her finger. I ground against her a bit. "I seem like a lot of things." I replied, daring to let my clothed member bump against her a bit. Her breath hitched. "Again?" she asked. "What? Too sore?" I teased. "No. I can handle you." she replied, scratching my chest. I wrestled her out of her pants and lined myself up. I groaned. "Fuck, I'm sore...but you're worth it." I said. I lined myself up with her and teased her. "Why?" she whimpered. "It's fun." I replied, winking. She scratched me again. "Alright, alright." I said, jamming myself in. God, I love that feeling. The way it sends shockwaves through my body...and the way it makes her say my name. I bucked my hips slowly, trying desperately to ignore that aching feeling. "Don't stop." she cried. "I won't." I replied, thrusting into her harder. The faster I moved, the less I noticed my aches and pains, and before long all of that aching was replaced with intense tingling that wouldn't stop. My head throbbed a bit, and I found myself hanging off the side of the bed, half assed hanging on for dear life. "You gonna make it?" (y/n) asked, pulling me over by my arm. "I have to." I muttered. "I don't get to die." She laughed. "And that's a bad thing?" "Not anymore." I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. She blushed. "So...we drinking again?" I asked, sitting up. "Tonight?" she asked, sounding surprised. "Duh." She thought about it. "Come on..." I purred. "Fuck it. Why not? Are we gonna end up here again?" "Don't we always?" I flopped on my back. "Just let me sleep until the sun goes down. I feel like ass." She jumped on my chest. I gave her a warning look. "Want me to hit the wrong hole later?" I taunted. "N-not especially." she said, realizing her mistake. She put herself under my arm. "Alright, I'll be good." she insisted. I chuckled. "Good girl." I replied.
