In The Wings (Chris Evans FanFic)✅

Drunk Words are sober thoughts

Leaning back against the lawn chair I was currently sitting in I suppressed a yawn and glanced at the apple watch on my wrist. It was only 7:30 but I felt exhausted....or maybe I just felt drunk. Those games of beer pong seemed to have had a bigger effect on me then I realized. I went to stand up to find Chris to let him know I was ready to go home and felt the rush of the alcohol hit as I stood.

"You ok?" Kirsten cocked her head to the side with a raised eyebrow.

"I think I drank too much."

"You shouldn't drive. Neither should Chris. Let Nate drive you guys home. He stopped drinking hours ago."

"Hey beautiful." Chris walked up snaking his arm around my waist he drew me close to him. His breath was warm on my neck and he smelled of cinnamon. His lips nibbled on my ear and he squeezed me tight on the hip with his hand.

"I think I'm ready to go." I shifted to face him. Wow he's really, really attractive, I thought to myself. His blue eyes were startling peering out from underneath the mile long dark eyelashes and I had to blink a few times.

"Ok." He grinned licking his lips.

"Nate can drop you guys off." Kirsten offered.

"Perfect, thank you." He turned to Kirsten. Grabbing my hand, he led the way towards Nate.

20 minutes later I was unlocking my front door with Chris right behind me. His hands were tugging on my shirt slipping underneath the thin fabric I couldn't concentrate with his lips on my neck, his hands making their way up my stomach and giving my breast a firm squeeze. And oh yeah the...bulge from his pants digging into the back of me.

We stumbled into my foyer both a little more drunk then we had realized. I pushed him back long enough to navigate my way through my house to my bedroom. He was on my heels like a hungry dog chasing a bone.

Once in my bedroom I didn't bother to even flip the light on. My shirt was off, then his. We fell back on to my bed and in one swift strong tug my shorts were off and on the floor. His pants were soon next to mine and the only thing between us was my bra and underwear and his boxers. He hovered over me hesitating for a moment but unable to wait another moment I pulled him down on top of me. He lifted me up just enough to unhook my bra. He pulled back and with a devilish smile winked at me before taking my breast in his mouth. I let out a slight moan arching my back. His fingers slid under the top elastic of my underwear and I couldn't stop myself from moaning again, this time his name in agony wanting his hands on me desperately. He took his time tracing his finger down my lower stomach and then back to my ass before finally sliding the underwear off. Reaching up I yanked his boxers down and inhaled deeply taking in the sight of him.

I knew we were both stupid drunk but I didn't care I wanted nothing more then him in me at the moment. He opened his mouth about to say something but I pulled him towards me his mouth crashing into mine. I arched my back and parted my legs begging for him to touch me. He seemed to hesitate again but only for a slight second and then he buried his hands in my hair, his lips on my neck and in one thrust he entered me and I whimpered in delight. He started slow but soon worked up to a steady grind. He paused for a moment, "Damn I love you." His voice was husky in my ear and I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. I was drunk and kind of in the middle of something. Before I could even register what he might have said he released with a final thrust his hands clenching mine above my head. His breathing calmed to a slow pace and he gave me a tender kiss on the forehead. Rolling onto his back he pulled me back against him and within minutes we were both sound asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. My throat was dry and scratchy. I turned my head and smiled. Chris was still sound asleep on his stomach both hands under his pillow his mouth parted slightly as he snoozed. I quietly slid out of bed and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor. I took a 5 minute shower and threw on a simple black and white sleeveless polka dot dress and my black heels before crouching down to my bed where Chris had sprawled out comfortably.

"Hey." I whispered softly. He didn't move so I said it a little louder and gently rubbed my thumb across his cheek.He stirred and his eyes fluttered open."Hey beautiful." he smiled sleepily. "You're leaving me?""I have to. I have to go to work. You can go back to sleep just lock up before you leave." I leaned down kissing the top of head.I stood up and turned to leave but he reached out and grabbed my hand. Pulling me towards him he propped himself up on his forearm. His eyes studied mine for a moment before he slid his hand into my hair and drew my mouth towards his. He gave me a sweet lingering kiss on the lips."Last night was amazing. Even though it's not exactly how I imagined it. I think I can do a little better when I'm not so alcohol induced. And you deserve better than that. Are you ok?" His voice was full of concern."I'm ok. I'm perfect." I smiled.
"You're sure? I really had no plans for our first time to be when we were both drunk. I just don't feel right.""I knew what I was doing." I bit my lip, "Do you regret sleeping with me?" I asked suddenly."No! Never! I just wanted it to be more than me sloppily throwing myself at you and probably finishing in record time."I laughed, "You did good.""Just good?" He asked but then grinned."You did fantastic.""Thanks." He winked at me."Ok I have to go." I frowned. "I'll talk to you later."He nodded and kissed me one more time.Driving into work I replayed the night before over in my head with a smile on my face. Then I remembered Chris saying he loved me. Wait what?! Did that happen, did he say that? He was drunk, he probably doesn't remember it. He can't love me. I mean I'm not in love with him.....right?