the criminal // S.M.

20 // wasted

*trigger warning: this chapter contains mention of rape / sexual assault

Shawns POV

I rattled the key in the door best I could with my hands full of bags. Finally I was in, I went straight to the kitchen area to set the things I got down.

I started to unpack things, quietly as I could so I didn't wake Mia. That is, until I hear muffled sniffles from the other room.

"Mia?" I whisper-yelled. I sat down the bandaids I was putting into my DIY first aid kid and tip toed into the bedroom.

Her body was sprawled out on the bed on her stomach, her face turned away from me. She shifted in her skin a second before bringing her arm to her face.

"Mia?" I called out, louder this time. She stopped in her tracks, and then turned around to face me. I could see now her tear stained checks and red face.

She sat up, looking at me with nothing but joy. "You came back! You came back!" She called out, jumping out of bed to reveal she was wearing nothing but black lace underwear and a nude bra. She threw her arms around my mid section, crying into my shirt.

I couldn't say anything but fumble over my words, in complete shock of what was happening. I slowly put my arms around her as well, baffled by what was happening. Her skin was hot and sweaty, and it took me by surprise. I was careful not to touch anything except her back.

"Mia, w-why are you crying?"

"Because I'm just so happy you came back. No one has ever done that."

"Why are you naked?"

"I got hot," she released me from her grasp and looked up at me, studying my face. "Have I ever told you that you're sexy as hell?"

"Well actually no you haven-" she cut me off by pushing me forcefully onto the bed, and before I could blink she had straddled my waist and was sitting on my stomach.

"Mia what the hell are you doing! Let me up!" I stammered, but she just traced my face lightly with her finger.

I tried to grab her waist and get her off, but she grabbed my wrists instead, and pinned me to the bed. I wiggled under her grasp, but boy was she strong.

She smiled, leaned down, and planted a kiss on my lips. I swear my eyebrows touched my hair line I raised them so high. I tried to pull away but she just followed my lips wherever I went.

Finally though, she let go. She looked at me and then giggled, getting off me and finally letting me sit up. "I've been wanting to do that for the longest time!"

I looked around the room, and I understood. Three and a half bottles of various alcohol were scattered, on the bed side table, on the tv stand, even in my bed.

It took every ounce of my teenage boy brain not to look at her, I mean look at her. She was completely wasted, and I'm sure she couldn't even comprehend that she was hardly wearing any clothes. It would be rude to take advantage of her like that.

Mia sat on the edge on her bed, with her hands folded in her lap, swinging her legs, deep in thought.

"Where did you get all of this?" I asked her, gesturing to the bottles.

"Oh well shortly after you left I couldn't sleep so I did what I always do and I got something to drink. You wanna know what it was?" She giggled, motioning her hand for me to come closer. I did as she told and put my ear to her lips. She was giggling uncontrollably. "Special juice."

"Special juice?" I repeated out loud.

"Shhh!! Be quiet, the elf's might hear!" She said sternly.