Drunken Miracles

Having Low Self Control Doesn't Mean You're A Slut. Does It?

Taylor's breath came out in pants as Nate collapsed on top of her, his head buried in her neck, his body slick with sweat. She then tried to remember why she had tried so hard not to do what she had just done with Nate for, why she had even tried telling her hormonal body that it wasn't good, wasn't right.

Right at that moment, she wanted to laugh.

The thing that was wrong with sleeping with him, was that she wanted to do it again. Nate rolled off her, and Taylor felt her breathing coming back under control, so she closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. She turned her head and opened her eyes to look at Nate. His hair was messed up from her hands running through it, his skin had a thin layer of sweat, both hers and his, all over his body, and his lips looked slightly swollen, like hers felt too. He looked different, though. None of that cockiness, or smug defiance was on his features. None of his cold exterior was present, and she liked the look of it on him.

"You done checking me out?" Nate breathed, his eyes closed slightly. Taylor rolled onto her stomach and looked down at him.

"You look different." She said quietly, and he opened his eyes, looking up at her. His mouth quirked, but it held none of it's usual mocking or teasing emotion.

"This is my after sex face, Weaving." He flipped her over and was on top of her so suddenly, she was still mid breath when she felt his lower body settle onto hers. "But I know you like the during sex one better."

Taylor shuddered, her arousal spiking again. She knew she needed to do something about her current...situation, but she could feel her self control slipping again as Nate's mouth nipped at her neck, sending shivers through her.

"Nate, I think we need to...discuss this." Taylor almost moaned as his hand slipped up to close over her breast.

"Maybe later." He said, his lips travelling up her neck, reaching her parted lips. His eyes were on fire, and she knew hers were mirroring the same expression.

Be strong, Taylor. Use your self control, Taylor told herself, and went to push him away when his free hand reached down to cup her, and she knew she was a goner.

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After the second time Taylor knew she would have to get up, otherwise she knew she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon, not with Nate in it with her. Sitting up, she reached for her robe and quickly pulled it on, Nate watching her the whole time.

"I suppose you want to talk now," Nate smirked, sitting up also, and Taylor's eyes did a quick roam of his bare chest before meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, I do."

Sh spun, walking towards her door just as she heard him get up. "I'll be downstairs-Nate!"

"What?" He questioned, looking confused. Taylor blushed, shielding her eyes.

"Put some pants on!"

He looked down, frowning. "Why?"

"B-because! You're not walking around my house naked! What if my mother comes home early?" Taylor shrieked. He had the decency to smirk, before reaching over and grabbing his jeans, yanking them on.

"I don't think she'd be complaining at the site. Besides, you were just touching it anyway."

Taylor rolled her eyes at his cockiness, trying to hide her blush. He was probably right about her mother as well.

"Cocky much?"

"I've got reason to be." He said, and Taylor just looked at him flatly. "I've been complimented that many times, I can't help it if it goes to my head."