What –> Drew comes over to give Becky a lesson on self defense and the two start to grow more friendly with one another.
Trigger Warning –> Abuse
Becky was really nervous about doing this, ever since her confrontation with her father, she had tried to stay out of his way, and in her room like he wanted, but he still looked so...angry whenever he looked at her. But she felt like she needed to do this, she needed...to at least be able to defend herself. She couldn't imagine ever...defending herself against her father but she wanted that option. Every time she saw the bruise on her face, she was reminded of what happened, and it couldn't happen again. She glanced in her mirror, making sure her makeup was covering up the bruise perfectly, and it was. She just hoped that it stayed like that through her workout. She heard the door and took a deep breath, her hand going to play with her purity ring, a nervous habit , before she remembered it wasn't on her finger, and she touched the one Luke gave her on the chain around her neck instead. She walked downstairs and opened the door, letting Drew inside. "Thanks for coming," she said, shutting it behind him. "My parents should be out until late...so I don't think we'll need to be in a rush or something, or you'll get caught here." She said it more for her benefit than his, but he should probably know too.
Drew: yawned as he drove to the Baker house remembering how the last time he had been over ended and shook his head not wanting to even think of that anymore. Seeing as was Frankie in the hospital the only people Drew had was the Barker Twins and Vanessa for people he could actually stand talking to as of late. He turned into a spot a couple of houses down the street just in case and got out of the car walking over the Baker house seeing that it was just a few feet away he texted Becky to open the door. He wasn't to sure why the sudden interest in learning to fight from a princess, but he almost felt like this might make them even for the last time. Drew stood at the door now waiting his shorts not exactly keeping him warm in the brisk Toronto weather "Come on Becky you don't need make up to work out in" he called out looking at his phone for the time wanting to be home by 11 now that he had curfew.
Becky rolled her eyes when she heard Drew call out to her. "I wasn't putting on makeup," She said, rolling her eyes. She knew that he was probably... interested in why she wanted to know how to fight, but if he asked she would come up with some story to explain it away. She would figure something out. She gave him a look when she saw that he was just looking on his phone. "I'm ready, come on," she said, leading him towards the basement. She could still remember the last time they 'hung out' and she was doing everything she could to keep that memory out of her mind. She turned the light on to the basement and walked downstairs, and made her way to the middle of the room. It was pretty big and empty, with a few different workout things that her family never used. She thought that this was the perfect space to do it. "So. Now what?" She asked expectantly, looking at him to take the lead.
Drew: looked at her the amount of pink hurting his eyes as he followed her "Do you own anything less" he stopped as they got to the room "wow" he said looking around. "This should be perfect" he told her walking over to set down the bag of gear he had brought for her to borrow. Drew pulled his right arm across his chest starting to stretch "ok how about we see just how fit you even are" he told her knowing well that being thin didn't mean being fit. "Give me 10 sit ups and then 10 push ups" he told her as he started to pull out gear from his bag for the girl and himself.
Becky "Do I own anything less what?" She asked, looking back at him, confused about what he was just going to say. She looked around and nodded her head. "Good, I was worried it might not work," She shrugged. She frowned when he questioned how fit she was. "Excuse me? I'm cheer captain, I keep my girls fit, and I lead by example," She said, offended that he thought that she wasn't fit. She made a face when he told her to do push ups. "I hate push ups," She said, sighing before she got down onto the ground and got into position to do the sit ups.
Drew: looked laughed a bit at how upset she got "Listen here cheer isn't a sport" he shrugged "Not really at least" Drew looked at her getting into position. He moved himself next to her holding her feet as he counted off for her "1...2...3...4...5" he called off impressed by how well she was doing. He stood back up as she reached 10 "That was pretty good" he played it off setting up a punching bag they had setting off to the side "Why do you people have this if you aren't gonna use it?" he asked her warming up on it. "Come one now push ups" he told her doing his own sets on the bag while keeping his eyes on her.
Becky "I should punch you for that," She said, a smirk on her lips. "Cheer is a sport. At least I treat my girls like I would of any sport." She hated that people didn't see cheer as a sport. And that Drew doubted her fitness, that was what was wrong with society. She took her time doing the sit ups, but they were easy for her, she had her girls do more than this every practice. She rolled her eyes. "I know it was better than pretty good." She looked around the gym and shrugged. "I don't know, my dad bought it years ago and put it down here and forgot about it." She sighed and rolled her eyes, but she got ready for push ups and started doing them, counting to herself.
Drew: kept his own pace going losing himself in the momentum of hitting the bag with everything he had thinking about the other night at the hospital as he throw blow for blow with the bag. He had almost forgotten about becky until she called out 10 breaking him away from the bag finally feeling the sting in his hands from hitting the knew bag so hard with out breaking it in. He looked over at her "I'll be right over" he walked to his bag pulling out the tape to wrap around his fits now red and bruised. He closed his eyes feeling guilty from who he had actually been picturing in the bags place this time as he walked back to the blond. He smiled "Ok now lets see how hard you hit" he told her holding out his hands "give it your all" he old Becky thinking about Frankie hitting his hands and actually making him pull them back last time. That was after fighting Vince and now his hands had healed up enough for him to actually have one of the girls hit it full force no problem.
Becky could hear him punching the punching bag, wincing slightly at the sound of his fist hitting the cloth, it sounded like it was painful, and she was going to have to do that too? She was second guessing herself. But then she remembered her fathers hand on her face and it inspired her to keep going. She hit ten and sat up, looking over at him. "Okay," she shrugged, getting up off the floor and stretching a little bit, wanting to loosen up. When he came back over to her, she faced him and wondered what was going to be next. "You want me to hit you?" She asked, frowning. She had never hit someone before, and she had no idea what that would even feel like. She lifted her arm and hit his hand as hard as she could, but she could feel how week her punch was, she was going to have to work on that.
Drew: nodded when she asked if he wanted he to hit him "I want you to hit whoever it is you want to hit" he told her. He felt the connecting and sighed "Ok so thats gonna need work" he walked her over to the punching back "give me your hand" he asked her. He started to wrap her hands up "You'll need to do this to keep your hands from getting to hurt" he told her finishing up and grabbing the back. "Pull up all that anger you have and let it out blow for blow on this" he told her. Drew wanted to watch and evaluate just how much help becky was actually gonna need.
Becky grew nervous when he said to hit whoever she wanted to hit. "How do you know that I want to hit someone?" She asked, frowning. She sighed and nodded, knowing it was true as he lead her over to the punching bag. "What?" She asked, but she gave it to him anyways, watching as he wrapped her hands. "Oh," She said, looking down at them. She looked at the bag and nodded her head, trying to imagine her father's face on it, and took a deep breath. She punched the bag as hard as she could and just continued to hit it, only stopping when she needed a break.
Drew: smiled "You can't defend against air and if you don't want to hit whoever is attacking you then you'll lose" he told her "no matter how much I show you...so you better want to hit back" He held the bag in place. Drew felt a bit more force this time around watching her and taking mental notes about what she would have to work on. He watched her walk over to take a break and grabbed some watcher from upstairs handing her the water "here" he smiled at the girl. Drew took a seat by her "Why do you want to do this?" he asked her "You look like your in so much pain fighting" he commented standing up. Drew walked over lifting the weights to work out while she took her break taking his shirt off to wipe his face from the sweat as he started to hit the bag again.
Becky "Oh. Well...I guess you do have a point," She said, frowning, but she honestly couldn't imagine herself fighting anyone, her parents had raised her to be a princess, not a fighter, but after what happened with her dad she needed to be able to defend herself. "Well, if someone hits me...I want to be able to hit back," She said. She ran her hand through her hair when she took her break, letting him go upstairs. "Thanks," She said, sitting down and taking a sip of her water. Cheer hadn't prepared her for this. "A girl can't want to defend herself?" She asked, frowning. "Well I need to get over that then, that's why I asked you to teach me," She said, watching him start to lift weights.
Drew: walked over to Becky "Yea I guess" he agreed with her still unsure about what she really wanted to defend herself against, but deciding it was better to be safe then sorry he moved passed it. He walked over telling becky to stand up showing her how she needed to stand if she planned on winning at a fight "If you don't hold your stance you'll get knocked over and then it's gonna be game over" he told her. Drew took her hands into his moving them into place trying to keep his eyes off hers thinking about the last time he felt her hands "If you can keep control of the fight it doesn't matter how many swings they take" He moved behind her placing his hands on her waist. "You gotta stay loose so that you can move easily" he told her "Being small you'll have speed on your side" he told her placing his hand on her stomach. "Keep your breathing steady and stay calm you'll have to think 10 steps ahead of the person you're fighting" Drew moved back in front of the blond. "Alright Hands up" he told her putting up his hands "I won't hit you but I'll move like I am" he told her waiting for her next move.
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Becky gave him a small smile when he spoke, nodding her head slightly. She got up again and crossed her arms over her chest, watching as Drew walked across the floor over to her. She wasn't really sure how you were supposed to stand so she just stood there and let him show her how to do it. "Okay," She said, nodding her head, meeting his eyes, she forced herself to not look away. She didn't want to be intimidated by him, or even remember the last time they were alone together. "Okay," she said, stiffening slightly when he placed his hands on her waist, looking back at him. "Okay. I'll try to loosen up," She said, taking a deep breath and nodded her head. "Well that's good to know," She said, frowning when he put his hand on her stomach, immediately feeling self conscious of herself. "How do you even do that?" She asked. She was nervous when he said to put her hands up, remembering the way he said to do it earlier and nodded her head. "Okay," she said. "I...don't know where to start," she admitted.
Drew: laughed a bit shaking his head "Just swing at me like you did on the punching bag and I'll tell you how to fix it as we go" he told her. Drew wasn't sure what it was about Becky but ever since the last time he was here she seemed different to him. He had thought about the feeling she gave him and knew that she might just have been better in bed then even Sadie had been for him. "Go ahead you'll be fine but we need to spare" he told her keeping his hands up knowing this wasn't really her style.
Becky nodded her head. "Okay," She said, concentrating on him. She was still worried about actually hitting someone instead of hitting a punching bag, but she knew that she had to be prepared. She looked over him, trying to find a weak spot. "I'm working on it," She said, finally throwing a punch towards his stomach, she felt like she had no idea what she was doing, but she was trying.
Drew: moved right "Good but you gotta be fast and you need to really want to fit me" he told her. "Pull out that anger I know you've gotta have" he sighed "I took your V card Becky don't you want to hit my smug face" he smirked at her. "Come on now don't you want to make me feel what you felt when you woke up and I wasn't there" He taunted the girl but thought maybe he just wanted to know what exactly she felt
Becky frowned when he moved right. "I do want to hit you," She said weakly, she didn't really, but she was going to have to. Her eyes narrowed when he brought up the night they had sex and she squirmed slightly. "Shut up! My dad could come home and hear you saying that!" She glared. She frowned when he taunted her, feeling all the annoyance she had towards him come to a boil and she finally went to punch him in the face.
Drew: felt her first hit his face backing up "fuck" he called out holding his nose "Jeez I'm not that bad in bed" he sighed. Drew rubbed his nose before putting his hands up "ok that was my fault wrong buttons" he sighed trying to shake it off. He was so worried about what she might say he dropped his guard "You'll have to work out to build muscle but you have the right idea" he told her taking his stand again.
Becky immediately felt guilty when she actually punched him, she didn't mean to do it, she thought he would stop her. "Sorry!" She exclaimed, frowning. "I uh, didn't think I would hit you...I uh...thought you would stop me before I did it..." She said, looking down. "Okay," She said, nodding her head. "I'm... really sorry for actually hitting you," but now that she was over the shock, she couldn't help but smirk a little.
Drew: looked at her smirking giving the girl a small glare "yea I bet you are sorry" he placed his hands up "Alright lets keep going" he told her this time keeping up with all her swings. He commented and fixed her until she started to get it on her own seeing small improvement here and there "You learn quickly but you have to keep practicing if you want to get better" he told her. Drew grabbed his shirt from the floor wiping his face as he took a seat looking up at Becky "Go work on the bag for a bit" he was ready to take 5 and rest up his face feeling better already.
Becky "You did kind of deserve it," She teased. "But consider us even now," She shrugged. She nodded her head when he said to keep going. She was slowly starting to feel like she was getting better at this, she was nowhere near good, but she was definitely learning. "I'll figure out a way to keep practicing," She promised. She nodded her head and went over to the bag, wiping the sweat off her face, she didn't realize that her makeup was getting smudged and the bruise on her face was starting to appear. She looked at the bag and started to hit it, trying to channel her anger into her punches.
Drew: laid back trying to ignore everything as he started to feel good enough to stand up looking over at Becky walking over to get a better look at her form. He watched hit eyes landing on her face and he grabbed the bag "Becky?" he moved closer to her "Why is there a bruise on your face?" he asked her placing his hand on her face trying not to hurt her. He wanted a better look "Who the fuck hit you" he ask her for some strange reason he started to feel uneasy knowing she had actually been hit already. He wasn't even sure who could hit Becky without Luke hanging them over the edge of a cliff "Is this why you needed to learn to fight all of a sudden?" he felt stupid asking what he already knew.
Becky continued to just hit the bag, she was determined to get better eventually, and to be able to defend herself. She looked up when he grabbed the bag. "What?" She asked, confused about why he had that look on his face. Her heart dropped when he asked about the bruise. "Wh-what?" She whispered, trying to stay calm. She wined slightly when he put his hand on her face. "N-nobody," She said, shaking her head. "It...it was a cheer accident," she lied quickly. "That's all...there's...nobody hit me," She said. But when he asked if this was why she wanted to learn to fight, she stayed quiet and just nodded her head slightly. "I...wanted to be able to fight...if I had to."
Drew: "Cheer accident?" he shook his head "Really? you need to fight your own girls for fucking up?" he tried to be carful with her face. "Becky what the fuck just tell me whats going on here" He told her letting her face go as he leaned on the wall "you can stop for today" he said grabbing his stuff and putting it away. "Does Luke know about this?" He asked her not wanting to keep anything from him this time around
Becky frowned when she heard how stupid it sounded. She looked down when he told her to tell him what was going on. "I...my dad," She whispered. "It... it was my dad, okay? Are you happy?" She didn't look at him and just nodded her head when he said that she could stop for today, knowing it was for the best. "Of course Luke knows," She said softly. She had no idea if Drew knew about Luke and her father, and she wasn't about to tell him if he didn't know.
Drew: balled up his fist "Your dad?" he grabbed her hand "Why did he do something?" Drew knew it wasn't her fault but he could help but bark his question at her. "Why didn't Luke fight back?" Drew let her hand go half tempted to handle it himself for her unsure that even he could teach her to fight her own father
Becky frowned and looked down, jumping slightly at his tone. "I...he caught me...doing something. And he got mad. It's...it's fine," she said softly, shaking her head. "He did. But he wasn't there when he hit me...just...after." She looked up at Drew. "You have to swear not to tell anyone. Please."
Drew: looked back at her "Whatever" he walked to grab his stuff unsure why she wanted to defend her father by keeping this quite. he stopped turning to her "Is having a perfect life so important you'll just pretend this isn't happening?" he asked her. How could he help her if he had to pretend he didn't see anything and that he wasn't teacher her to be ready for her father to hit her again.
Becky looked down when he said whatever. "Luke told me we have to keep this quiet," she said, shaking her head. "For our mom. For the church. For everything. If we tell...everything will change and my mom will hate me more than she already does. I can't ruin this family. I can't stand looking at my father...but I won't bring him down either," She shook her head. "That's why...I wanted you to teach me how to fight. If he tries to hit me again...then maybe I can defend myself. I don't want him to hit me ever again."
Drew: sighed "You Bakers sure are fucked in the head" he couldn't listen to her reasons "He's gonna rot in that hell you're all so scared of" Drew said turning for the door. "Keep practicing and I'll meet up with you again once I have time" he told her heading for the door.
Becky rolled her eyes. "Look...I know how it sounds, but this is my life. This is all I know. Me and Luke will get away in two years...but my mom's stuck with him." She frowned. "I know he is. My father's a monster," she said honestly. She walked up the steps with him, and nodded her head slowly. "Okay," She said, grabbing his hand before he could leave. "Thank you," She said softly, meeting his eyes. "For everything that you're doing. I...really needed this."
Drew: heard her coming up after him sighing as he nodded "Good you'll need to build up to getting strong" he said taken back as sh grabbed his hand. He looked down as she thanked him leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her "Listen Becky if anything happens just call me" He told her trying not to hurt her. He let her go not looking into the blonds eyes as he made his way back up "I'll be back soon" he told her pushing his hands into his pockets.
Becky nodded her head. "Okay. I'll work on it," she promised. She blushed slightly when she grabbed his hand and he wrapped his arms around her. She relaxed into his touch and nodded her head. "Okay," She said softly. "I will." She was quiet, but after a moment when he pulled away, she looked up at him. "Thanks for caring," She said softly. Becky nodded her head. "Okay. Be careful going home."
What –> Drew comes over to see Luke but things take a very unexpected turn when the two start playing a game of poker and start drinking. One thing leads to another and all the tension that’s building between them comes out and Becky loses her virginity.
Trigger Warning –> Eating disorder mention
Becky was alone in the house again, something that she was kind of glad about. Luke had gone out after dinner and her parents were going to some church event, leaving her completely alone. It made it easier to hide her relapse from her parents and Luke, even though she felt a lot of guilt over it, she knew that this time she was going to have to hide it from them. She wasn't going to end up in the hospital again. After her parents left, she had rushed to the bathroom and was immediately sick. She had just finished brushing her teeth again when she heard a creak outside the bathroom door. She froze and didn't have time to fix her hair or her makeup before she pulled the door open and stared at Drew. "What...what the hell are you doing here?" She demanded, terrified that he had heard her. "Who let you in? Do I need to call the police?"
Drew: heard a noise coming from the bathroom thinking it might have been Luke he smiled wanting to give the boy a scare. He was shocked when the door opened only to see a mess of a blond starting at him with anger and confusion. Drew held his hands up holding bags with bottles inside "Luke gave me a key to the back door, but I'd rather you don't call the police" he smiled his goofy grin for her. Backing up and setting the bags onto the couch he looked over at her "What exactly were you doing in there Becky?" he asked her now as he grabbed the grey goose and popped it open taking a hit. He wondered if he had heard right when it sounded like she was throwing up seeing as she didn't look sick he must have been hearing things.
Becky was distracted when he showed her a bag that she could hear clanking inside of it. "Oh," She said, shaking her head. "Why shouldn't I call the police? This is technically trespassing," She stated, thinking that if she was difficult then maybe he would just leave and forget about whatever it was he just heard. Her heart was still racing, she couldn't let Drew figure out what was going on. He could tell Luke...or worse he could tell the entire school and everything would be ruined in a heartbeat. "What do you mean?" She asked, crossing her arms across her chest and looking back at the bathroom, moving away from it. She made a face when he popped open a bottle. "Are you actually sitting on my couch drinking?" She demanded. "Luke obviously isn't home. You can go back to wherever you came from."
Drew: looked at her thinking about how much she talked and sighed "I was hoping he would be" he set the bottle down and looked at her. Drew thought about cops and sighed "Look I don't really need the hassle so I'd like if you didn't call the cops" he thought about what he heard and hoped it would keep her quite "Beside if you call the cops I might need to call Luke to get me out" he looked at the girl. "If he ask how I ran into you I'd also have to bring up the fact that i heard some strange stuff coming from the bathroom" he hoped this would keep her quite long enough for him to think about what he actually wanted.
Becky rolled her eyes. "Luke is rarely home these days so you thought wrong. Does he know that you were supposed to come over?" She asked. She sighed and gave him a look. "And why should I not call them?" She asked. "I think i'd have a case even if you somehow let yourself in," she mused. Her face immediately changed when he brought up telling Luke what he heard. She stepped closer to him. "You will not tell my brother about...what you heard," she wavered slightly. "You can't tell him." She hated how desperate her voice sounded, she just didn't need her brother knowing.
Drew: looked at her and sighed "Listen if he knew that i was coming would I have tried to scare the person coming out of the bathroom?" he asked her. The sound of her voice brought a strange feeling to him "Why?" he asked her trying to figure out what the hell she was hiding. He knew Luke would kill him for hind something from him when it came to Becky and her well being. "So princess what are you do all alone exactly?" he asked her taking another swing from his bottle not really sure how to act around her.
Becky frowned. "I guess not," She agreed, shrugging her shoulders. "But still." She shook her head when he asked why. "Forget it," She told him. "Just... don't mention this to my brother. This...there's nothing to tell him." She could only hope that he wouldn't say anything to her brother and he would understand that he needed to stay out. "My parents are out and Luke's out," She shrugged, glancing over at the bottles he had brought. "And I have no plans for tonight so I'm relaxing."
Drew: looked at her and nodded "Ok fine" he sighed knowing this would only come back to haunt him. "What Luke doesn't know can't hurt him" he shrugged "I guess" Drew looked around the girl and tried not to laugh. "so you gonna knit and drink some tea are you?" he joked picking at how boring he thought her group really was.
Becky "Good," she said, feeling triumphant that she got him to drop it. "Exactly," She said, nodding her head. "But there is nothing for him to know." She glared at him. "Shut up, I don't knit," She rolled her eyes. "Knitting is for old ladies at church. I certainly don't do it." She frowned.
Drew: laughed at her "So why not practice for your future becks?" he ask her as he took at seat on her couch. "Do you want to play poker?" he looked at his watch "I have time I need to kill and it's the least you can do if i'm going to lie to friend" he yawned.
Becky "Don't laugh at me!" She exclaimed. "And that is not going to be my future," she glared. "You are in my house you need to behave." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Poker?" She asked. When he brought up lying to her brother, she felt like she had to do it, even if she didn't want to. "Fine," She agreed, walking over and sitting on the couch. "What are the rules?" She asked.
Drew: smiled as she agreed to entertain him "Glad you're a team player" he pulled out the cards from his pocket before sitting back down. "So with Luke we play for money, but seeing as you aren't him how about either you take a shot or you take something off" he looked at her. Drew knew she wouldn't dare take anything off seeing as she was St. Teresa of Degrassi and seeing a princess drunk would be a show he wouldn't forget.
Becky rolled her eyes. "You didn't exactly give me a choice," She reminded him, watching as he pulled out the cards. "You want me to take a shot or take something off," she repeated flatly. "I'll take the shot," she decided. She was not going to get undressed in front of him. She figured that chances were, she would win and not have to drink at all and he would be the drunk one and he could forget this whole night ever happened. That would be absolutely fine by her.
Drew: looked over at give a dramatically shocked expression "Who would ever have guess the princess would take the shot" he laughed. Drew didn't hate anyone, but princesses usually got on his nerves making messing with him all the more worth it. Drew started to shuffle the cards "You better go get a glass and soda if you don't want your mouth to burn" he told her noting even looking as he did some trick while shuffling the cards.
Becky looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Well you gave me the option to get naked or to drink. I'm going to take the shot." She waited for him to shuffle the cards and just got up, going into her kitchen, she grabbed a glass and a bottle of soda they kept in the house, making a face. She didn't drink soda ever but she also didn't drink alcohol so she figured that tonight it would be fine. She came back and put it down, sitting down. "Let's get this over with."
Drew: rolled his eyes "Aw poor princess" he started to deal the cards out and smiled at her "You know how to play right?" he asked her. Drew wonder if she might just surprise him and win this little game before he even got a chance to laugh what a drunk princess would look like.
Becky gave him a look. "I'm not enjoying this," she told him. She nodded her head. "I do," she told him, taking the cards and looking down at them. She watched as he put down his cards and smirked. "I win," She said, putting down her cards and showing that she had two pairs. She watched as he took off his shirt, her cheeks turning slightly pink, but she just rolled her eyes and handed the cards back to him and waited for him to shuffle.
Drew: watched her win his smile fading as he stood up pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside "Beginners luck" He said as set out the new card going through a few games with the blond. After taking his 3rd shot he smiled as she took her 7th shot he watched her trying not to laugh "does the taste ever get better for you?" he asked her. Drew looked at the next hand and started to unbutton his pants "You ever just gonna take something off before you drink yourself sick Baker?"
Becky smirked when his smile faded. "It was not, i'm good at this game," She said, rolling her eyes. She ended up losing the next one and took the shot. She couldn't remember the number of shots that she had taken, and her head was all over the place. She wasn't really paying much attention to the game anymore. She made a face. "I...shouldn't," She said, shaking her head. "But...I shouldn't drink anymore." She showed him her hand. "Did I win this one?" She asked, completely forgetting the rules of the game.
Drew: looked at the girls hand and then his a smirk on his face as he shook his head "Not even close Becks" he said before she stood up. He looked at her surprised she had enough sense to stop drinking as she started to pull off her shirt he noticed her wobbling. "Idiot" he said getting up to try and catch her as she fell forward to faded to stand on her own. "you really can't hold your liquor can you?" he sighed holding her to him. "Ok can you even play anymore" he asked her moving her shirt out of the way.
Becky looked at him and pouted when he spoke. "Really?" she slurred, looking down at the cards, she laughed. "Guess not." She managed to get up and put her hands on the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it off, starting to wobble. "Hey! I heard that!" She exclaimed, starting to fall forward. She shook her head even though her shirt was covering her face. "No," She laughed, finding it funny. "I dunno," She shrugged, letting him get her shirt out of the way, she managed to pull it completely off, not even phased that she was practically in his lap just in her bra and jeans. "I did it!"
Drew: laughed at her grabbing the bottle and taking a straight hit before setting it back down he looked at the girl now in his lap. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed how hot becky really was up until this moment "Wow" he was all Drew could get out as his hands went to her hips "Do you know how good you look shirtless" he laughed shaking his head. Drew was half naked with only his boxers on and a girl on his lap it was only natural for him to lean in to kiss her no matter who's house he was in or who's sister she was.
Becky watched him take the bottle and take a hit from it, pouting. She wanted more, but she didn't want to lean over and grab it. She looked down at him when he said wow. "What?" She slurred, feeling his hands on her hips. She giggled and nodded her head. "Its from Cheer!" She told him proudly, nodding her head. She bit her lip and hesitated for a second. "I still hate you," She told him, but then she kissed him, forgetting that he was Adam's brother, Luke's best friend and above all a Wild One and this was completely inappropriate. But she didn't care, she was feeling so...vulnerable and Drew told her that she looked good and she wanted him.
Drew: looked as she watched him take a swing wondering if she wanted to drink some more "Do you want more?" he asked her grabbing it and holding out for her. She was clearly proud of her body and confidence was a turn on seeing as most girls just fished for compliments. As she bit her lip he smiled letting out a small laugh as she said she hated him "Don't worry you aren't my favorite person either" he told her before she kissed him. He smiled kissing her back as his bite her bottom lip softly moving his head back to look at her "But right now you definitely are the only person I want to be around"
Becky looked at him and nodded, taking it from him, she took a sip of it, not even caring that his lips had just touched it and she would never in a million years drink out of someone's glass while sober. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "I don't know why," she slurred. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clumsily ran her hands through his hair as they kissed. She giggled when he bit her bottom lip and pulled away, looking at him. She nodded her head. "Me too," She said, biting her lip. She looked around the living room. "We should...go upstairs..." She suggested, looking at him.
Drew: looked at her as she took her sip and shook his head never thinking this would be something that was gonna happen enjoying her lips on his. He nodded as she said they should head up wrapping his arms around her and picking her up as he stood up "You're super light there becks" he laughed going up the stairs with the girl in his arms. He kissed her neck once they got to the top pushing her up against the wall the heat he was feeling between them was different.
Becky knew that this was so wrong, this was everything that she shouldn't be doing, her dad would send her to a nunnery if he ever found out about this, but she was so mad at him and the alcohol was making her head swim and everything was just happening so fast. She laughed. "I would hope so," she said. She gasped when he pushed her against the wall and met his gaze. This was different than what she had ever felt with any other boy.
Drew: smiled at her feeling nothing but warm from the liquor to there own body heat he knew this was where he wanted to be no matter what the cost after words. His heart was beating out of control knowing exactly how out of line this was for so many reason. He hated her and everything she stood for but that wasn't stopping him from kissing her neck moving back to her lips kissing her with more passion then had meant for. "I hate you, but fuck does this feel right" he told her trying to control his breath as he held her against the wall.
Becky looked up at him, she knew that whatever was about to happen was so not acceptable by her friends or his and that was what made his so much more exciting. Everyone was right, her life was boring and she never did anything exciting, but nobody would ever expect her to do something like this. Ever. And that was what made it so much more exciting. "I hate you too. So much. But this...this feels...good," she said, biting her lip and looked at him. She leaned forward and kissed him again, her hate and passion mixing together as she kissed him.
Drew: pulled her off with wall "Which one is your room?" he asked her kissing her neck and biting it softly to leave a mark. He knew what he was doing but for her she wouldn't notice and that would be all the more fun in the morning for him. "Ya know I really love your body" he smiled kissing her again as he moved his hands on her back looking for the bra strap.
Becky pointed out her room to him, not knowing what he was doing when he bit her neck, but she let out a soft moan. She kept her legs wrapped around him and bit her lip. "Really?" She asked, surprised, she wasn't really confident about her body even if she acted like it. She kissed him back and felt his hand on her bra strap, and didn't pull away, instead she kissed him again.
Drew: moved to her room happy to the door was open and walked in heading to her bed and laying her down as they kissed running his hands on her body down to her pants. He kissed her neck again un doing her pants and pulling them off "Yea becky you're really hot" he told her as he moved down leaving kissing down her body stopping at her stomach. He looked back up at her "I'll let you take off your bra if you want" his head was spinning but he knew she wasn't like the other girls he'd been with. Drew needed to know she wanted this as much as him before he kept going never moving his eyes off of her trying to hold himself back from getting back on her.
Becky looked up at him and bit her lip when he laid her down on her bed, shivering as he ran his hands over her body and down to her pants. She felt him unbutton her pants and lifted herself up slightly, letting him get them off. "Thanks," she said, biting her lip. She let out soft whimpers as he kissed down her body, not used to the feeling, but she liked it. "Okay," she agreed, sitting up and reaching behind her back, struggling to undo the hooks, her head was spinning, but it felt good and she wanted this. She finally got it off and looked at him, tossing it onto the ground.
Drew: looked at her moving on to the bed with her he kissing her neck and covered her own body with his kissing his hands moving up and down feeling her. "Tell me if you want to stop" he told her into her ear kissing her neck and biting it softly "Just say the word and we can" he said as he stood in between her legs keeping his eyes on her. Drew thought about what Luke might think, but at the same time could careless seeing the girl in front of him was more important.
Becky looked up at him and kissed him back. She nodded her head. "I don't want to stop," She promised, letting out another soft moan when bit her neck. She knew that she wanted this, even if she hated him. She just felt something there and she wanted it. "I want this," She whispered, meeting his eyes. "Promise," she said, running her hands through his hair.
Drew: nodded a grin on his face as he kissed her "Alright I want you" he told her.
Drew: -Fade to after-
Becky laid there, trying to see if she felt any different. She had sobered up slightly from earlier and she found that she didn't regret it. It was weird, having sex was something she agonized over for so long...but now that it had happened...it didn't feel like it was such a huge deal like the church made it sound like. She looked over at Drew. "Someone...needs to make sure the living room is cleaned up...my parents...might be home soon," she said, softly. "Can...can you stay?" She asked softly.
Drew: looked over at the girl who wasn't saying anything and wondered if she was ok he thought about getting up and leaving, but something made him stay still and watch her. He hand his hand on hers the warmth was what he was thinking about trying hard not to do anything that might tip the scale. Drew listened to her and and nodded grabbing his boxers he stood up "Wait here" he told her leaving out of the room to head down and clean up the mess fast. He trashed the empty bottles and cleaned up the mess of cards looking for his shirt and pants and grabbing hers on his way back up. He walked into the room his eyes back on her as he made his way back to the bed trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he took her virginity. Drew wrapped his arm around her laying behind her knowing this wasn't something he was used to, but after taking something like this from his best friends sister he knew it was only fair. "Yea I can stay" he told her kissing the back of her neck knowing he was gonna end up having to jet once her family actually got home.
Becky didn't really know what to say, it was a different feeling, but when he got up and told her to wait there, she smiled and nodded ."Okay," She said. She got up and pulled on an old t-shirt and some shorts and then got back into bed. She had lost her virginity to Drew Torres. It was so crazy, she never in a million years would have imagined that, she had no idea what her friends would say if they ever found out. But...they weren't going to find out. She was going to take this secret to the grave, she had to. She looked up when he came back in and said that he would stay and got back into bed with her. She relaxed into him and closed her eyes. "Thank you," She said, sleepily, feeling exhausted. She knew he wasn't going to be there when she got up for church, and that made it...so much easier for her.
Big D & The Noodle Canoodler Take Chicago | | Drew and Felicity
Felicity fastened the strap on her shoe, making sure everything was in place before standing up and straightening her dress. She had plans to meet up with Drew; something she was looking forward to, considering she had been gone for so long, and was excited to catch up with her friend. After taking one last look in the mirror, Felicity grabbed her purse and headed towards the door, almost tripping on a stray notebook that had fallen off the table. After recovering, the blonde exited her apartment and headed out towards the lobby to wait for Drew.
As Alex made his way into Joe's he stopped to think if he was doing the right thing: drinking while Izzie was still in the hospital, getting new scans taken with Derek. As quickly as that thought came into his mind, he shook it out of his mind. Fuck it. He needed to drink it off. He needed a night not to worry. He needed a night to drunkenly vent. Because the fact that Izzie may have another tumor, the fact that she may very well need another surgery, the fact that she may not make it this time, was making him hurt. But this type of pain needed to be cured with a little bit of tequila. Or maybe a lot of tequila. Alex already felt bad enough that he didn't want to touch Izzie due to the fact that he was afraid he would hurt her, and now Izzie is hurting again, but he didn't even do anything to her. Karma sucks, and it was biting him in the ass for being an asshole.
Luckily enough, one of the new kids, Drew, asked him to go drink with him at Joe's, so he was grateful for that. Making his way to the bar, Alex nodded at Joe. "Two shots of tequila please, Joe." Alex reaches for one of the glasses, while sliding the other one over to Drew. "This one is for karma. Fuck you karma."
It was safe to say Yasmine was glad her shift was finally over. The day had begun to drag on and she really was so happy to finish her shift. She collected her payslips before wandering up to her room which she had on the third floor. She smiled as she got changed, before collapsing onto the couch with an instance. At that moment she realised perhaps things weren't as good as she thought. Sure, she'd made a living and work was reasonably good and she had no reason to fret. She was over the worst of the addiction, despite the occasional temptations, which she always pushed to the back of her mind. She had to, after everything that had happened she felt as if she had a duty to prove everyone wrong. She was known for her mistakes and misjudgments and Yasmine was determined to make a different, and make a point at proving she could look after more than just herself, her child too.
She messed up, so much and Drew would probably never forgive her, but she had to at least try right? She made a promise to herself that she'd speak to him, so now was as good a time as ever. She moved from the couch, taking her phone and keys, putting them in her pocket before leaving the room. She knew where Drew's room was, somehow she'd managed to get the receptionist to tell her, since she was a worker and could be trusted with such details. She reached his room, and stopped. As if she felt like she should run, but she couldn't, she had to do this. She knocked lightly on the door and stepped back, feeling her heart beat hard against her chest. She had to admit, she was petrified to see Drew again. She really had missed him.
Pushing the Limits :: Kim, Aaron, & Drew (ft. Allison)
The discussion she'd had with her uncle was a success, and she managed to take over the case of the Jane Doe. Of course, her initial reaction was out of her control but now she knew what she was doing, she was helping that girl. Because that girl needed help, needed someone to understand what she was going through and Kim did. So she picked up her chart from the nurse's station and headed to her room. She frowned as she went through the chart and looked up at the girl. Kim didn't sustain as much injuring as that girl did, but that girl got beat up. One of the interns, Drew, was in the room. "It's okay, you can go to your resident. I've taken over the case, my intern will be here in a minute." Kim told him with a smile as she looked down again.
Bailee sat at the end of her bed as the seconds ticked past. On her lap was her handbag in which she had already packed all her necessities for the festival. She had also made sure to pack a lighter - it would most definitely prove useful later on. A knock on her dorm door made her get up from her current position. She crossed the room and opened the door, smiling when she saw Drew standing there. "Hey," Bailee said as she closed the door behind her, locking it at the same time.
I've Got a Feeling I'm Falling || Drew Smythe & Ronnie Fabray
Tagging → Drew Smythe and Ronnie Fabray
Location → Drew's dorm room
Timeframe → Saturday evening, May 11
Notes → Ronnie visits Drew to show him her new tattoo, and while they enjoy the sex, they both start to realize how much they enjoy each other's company.
OOC → Another flawless para because these two are the WORST. THEY KILL ME. Oh, and we used Chatzy.
Drew had been out of it lately and he knew people are starting to notice. He should be putting himself out there, get himself a good fuck and sleep contentedly, but no. He had thrown himself to his non-existent homeworks and finals he didn't care about. Those things kept his mind of things, especially from his father who had been asking him if he had received the acceptance letter from Stanford to study medicine. He had received one letter, but it was from Yale, for fine arts. Of course he was mor ethan glad, but he knew he will never receive the support he needed from his dad. It has always been like that; his dad will make his plans for him and expect him to follow suit, but this one, this is for his future, and wants to fight back for once. For now, though, he wanted to relax, and what better way to loosen up but to invite Ronnie over. The thought of the blonde made him smile as he lied down on his bed, clad in his cotton short and white shirt, as he waited for Ronnie to knock and come in.
Ronnie quickly and quietly padded her way down the halls of the dorms, not bothering with her shoes. The cold linoleum only made her walk faster towards the tall brunette's room, her fingers gripping the door handle. "Yo, Casanova!" she called out with a cheerful tone in her voice, turning the knob and letting herself in. She assumed he wouldn't mind, and if he did, she'd just smile and make some joke to get herself out of it. Seeing Drew lying on his bed, Ronnie trotted over towards him, and took a seat next to him. She couldn't deny that she was excited to show him her new tattoo, and she immediately grasped the hem of her tank top and lifted the side to flash her new ink. "Look at it!" she grinned proudly down at him.
Drew could vaguely hear the footsteps from the hallway and he wasn't disappointed when a few moments later, Ronnie came in and showed her her new tattoo. His eyebrow rose as his eyes fell on her tattoo, and boy was it beautiful, and he had to stifle a laugh so as to mess with the girl. He licked his lips and nodded appreciatively before looking up at the girl. "Nice side boob," he remarked seriously, clenching his jaw for him not to laugh out loud.
Ronnie scoffed and put her shirt back down, rolling her eyes playfully and lightly swatting his side. "You were supposed to comment on the tattoo, not my absence of a bra, goofball," she smiled, turning her body a bit more to face him. Her eyes studied his face for a short moment before she glanced away and at his bookshelf, which was now full from the last time she had been in his room. She grinned a bit at it, then at him again. "So, what did you do on this lovely day, Mr. Smythe?"
Drew finally let out his laughter and tried to catch Ronnie's hand to stop her from hitting him. "It's not everyday you have someone in your room showing their goodies on me, you know. Especially pretty ones," he countered, winking at her as he pulled her closer. Following her gaze, his grin faltered a bit but a small ghost of a smile was still there. "Well, same old same old. Sleeping, eating, reading, trying to find a nice girl but failing," he said, shrugging. "How about you?"
Ronnie raised her eyebrow and smirked at him. "Oh, I've noticed. You've been all work and no play lately," she teased, laughing a little. She scooted a bit closer to him as he spoke, tracing her fingers along the top of his hand absent-mindedly. "A nice girl, eh?" she said with a bit of playfulness in her voice. "Well, I'm right here!" she chuckled a bit at her own joke. Giving a shrug, she rubbed the back of her neck with her other hand. "About the same. Oh, and apparently arguing with Tyler. But I've been a hermit as of late, so it's nice to hang out with you."
Drew rolled his eyes. "Yeah. If you have a scary man breathing down your neck to do everything you can to qualify for a med school, you gotta act on it fast," he said, his mind drifting to his dad but he immediately shook it off, not wanting to mess up this hanging out with Ronnie. After all, she did miss the girl so he can think about his troubles later. He genuinely laughed at the girl's joke, ruffling her hair playfully before saying, "Yeah, and I couldn't be more thankful that you graced me with your presence here, fair maiden." At the mention of the other blonde, he furrowed his brow, worried on what the girls had been fighting about lately. "What's up with you and Ty, if you don't mind me asking?"
Ronnie frowned a bit at Drew, rubbing his arm reassuringly. "Jeez, that's horrible. Do you even want to go to med school?" she asked. The thought of Drew as a doctor just didn't seem to fit him in her mind. Ronnie shook the hair from her face after Drew messed with it, a smile on her face the whole time. "It's always nice to mingle with the commoners, you know." She gave him a playful wink before her cheerful demeanor disappeared, now replaced with exasperation. "Hell, if I know. It seems like nothing I do lately pleases that girl. I don't know why, but it seems she gets easily irritated with me for some reason."
Drew tiredly sighed and shrugged, leaning against his headboard as he looked at her. "No, absolutely not. I suck at science and I don't wanna have someone die in my hands." He was this close to telling Ronnie she wants to be in an art school, but he knew it wouldn't make any differences. Maybe later, he mused. He mockingly put his hand over his heart as he dropped his jaw, looking offended at what she said. "You hurt my feelings. I may be a peasant but I'm a hot one, excuse you!" Detecting the change of mood on Ronnie's face, he patted on the spot next to him for her to sit. "And do you know some of those reasons?
Ronnie was horrible at giving advice, so she decided to just give him a comforting smile instead. Though she doubted he'd ever have to deal with someone dying at his own cost, she still wished she had some sort of solace to give him. A wide smile spread across her face as she spoke. "Hey, I never said you weren't! You're like, the hottest peasant I know." Ronnie bit her lip and shifted up to sit next to the brunette boy, pulling her knees in to her chest. "Yeah, I know of at least one, for sure. But it's like she can't seem to get around it and just talk to normal to me. It's as if every time I try to just be normal and talk to her, she thinks something's up with my mood, or I'm avoiding her or something. Ugh. And it's all because of a stupid crush," she rambled, not realizing she'd actually said what she had. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she just hoped Drew didn't ask who, because she'd have to make up something on the spot.
Drew appreciated how Ronnie dropped the subject. He still wasn't comfortable talking about it. Giving her a smile in return as he sat beside her, he rested his arm around her shoulder and made her lean against him. Clicking his tongue at her recovery, he squeezed her arm. "Damn well I am. I'm way hotter than any prince you can see." He licked his lips as he listened to Ronnie rant, feeling lost since he never really had any troubles like that because he never had a best friend to vent on or fight with. He was about to say that maybe Tyler was just under some pressure when her last remark caught him, making him smile widely. "Crush? My my, my baby Fabray's growing up."
Ronnie laughed and nodded as he pulled her against him. "Not that I've met any princes, but you're definitely more attractive than Prince Harry or William." Ronnie lightly punched Drew in the arm, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. "Oh, shut up! I said it's a crush for a reason. I'm trying to get over it," she rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. She scratched a bit at her side where her tattoo was, the skin still a bit itchy from the new design. "But yeah, let's drop Tyler. I'm done letting her irritate me today. I just wanna hang out with you," she added, smiling sweetly up at him.
Drew scoffed but leaned in to kiss her cheek in return. "That was the best compliment I received from you." And it really was. Her flushing face only spurred Drew to continue pestering her about her crush. "Oh come on! Is he hotter than me? Is he smart? Does he study here in Thespis? Do I know him?" he asked consecutively, his eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity. Contemplating her suggestion for a second, he shrugged and smiled down at her. "Okay, so what do you wanna do?"
Ronnie blushed a bit deeper and bit her lip with a shrug. "It's no big." She chuckled and shook her head, looking into his eyes with her brows raised. "Please tell me you're not serious about actually wanting to know. But to answer one of your questions, yes, he goes to Thespis." Ronnie raised her index finger to her chin stroking it in fake thought. "Hmm, well considering I flashed you my tattoo and apparently my side boob, and you did nothing, I guess I could flash you again." Ronnie smirked at him. "See, I can flirt if I want!"
Drew exasperatedly sigh and nodded at Ronnie. "Of course I want to. I wanna make sure he's good enough for you and shit. Or at least hot enough for you. I'm just lookin' out for you," he said, shrugging as a small smile remained on his lips. He positively lost the words in his vocabulary with what Ronnie had just told him. He sure did taste his own medicine and it was unpleasant as fuck. His eyes fell on her chest, staying there for a few moments before meeting his eyes. "You think you can do that for me?"
Ronnie looked up at Drew in surprise a bit at his words, a sincere smile unintentionally spreading across her face. "I--thanks. And he's hot enough, I promise. Way more attractive than I am," she paused, licking her lips. Ronnie scooted away a bit and turned back to him. "I mean, if you really want me to..." she trailed off playfully, slowly grabbing her shirt again. She raised her top's side again to show her bare skin that was now inked with words. God, this boy was so bad for her right now when she was trying to get over him. It was obvious her stupid little crush was just getting worse with every second she spent with him, but right now, she really didn't give a damn.
Drew raised an eyebrow at what she said. "Way more attractive than you? What is this, is he a shim? A she and a him at the same time?" he asked with a laugh. He didn't expect Ronnie to actually ride on his joke, but there she was, ready to take her top off because he asked her so. It was arousing for him, but he can't let go of the thought that Ronnie was just forced. "Well, if that isn't your idea of hanging out with me, we can skip that and just... pop in a movie or something?"
Ronnie laughed boisterously and shook her head. "No! He's a guy! Believe me, I know he is full man. And he's so attractive I can't believe I know him," she trailed off a bit, trying to stop herself from talking on and on about the boy that was right in front of her. Ronnie let go of her shirt and furrowed her brow. "I mean, if that's what you want to do. I--you don't think I just like hanging out with you for that, do you?" She mentally slapped herself; she never really hung out with Drew just normally, so maybe he actually thought she only liked him for sex.
Drew didn't catch the faltering in Ronnie's voice and just focused on how... entranced she seems to be with the mystery crush. "Okay, fine. He's a guy. A hot one and you're head over heels for him. Very fairytale-like." He didn't really mind that Ronnie seems really attracted to this guy. Heck, he was even happy that Ronnie has someone to look up to. He felt awkward. He really did that he didn't know what to do at the situation. He wanted to have sex with her again, but if it meant her feeling discomfort, to hell with his libido. "I'll only do it if you're willing. You're not forcing me to anything, Ron."
Ronnie dropped the subject of her crush after Drew's last words. It was obvious he didn't really know what to say about it anymore, and she was sure if kept going, she might spill the beans about who it was. Ronnie leaned forward a bit and pursed her lips before saying, "Please, you're not forcing me into anything, Drew. If I felt like that, I wouldn't have flashed you my side boob twice in the last ten minutes," she smiled, leaning forward once more to kiss his cheek.
Drew swallowed at her words. This is the break he needed after a week of depriving himself. He wanted this; no, he needed this. But he feels guilty because he thought he's somehow using Ronnie to get through with his frustrations. He bit his lips as she kissed her cheek, noting how heat radiating from his skin when she did so. "So you want to do it? Even if you have this mystery guy happening right now?" he said, frowning yet kept his eyes trained on Ronnie.
Ronnie panicked internally when Drew spoke. Shit, she hadn't thought about that. Maybe he wouldn't think anything of it, maybe he'd just think Ronnie was actually trying to get over this non-existent mystery guy that he spoke of and just quit asking questions. "I-I'm sure, Drew," she nodded, almost punching herself in the face for not being able to control the stutter that escaped past her lips. She swallowed and looked at him more assured. "Really, I'm sure."
Drew bit his lips as he heard the stuttered response but he didn't mind it. Her words are her words; she's sure to do this. He said fuck it to his thoughts and took off his shirt, throwing it to the side before kissing Ronnie's neck. His hand slid underneath her blouse and ran her fingers on her tattoo, groaning on her skin as he did so. "I missed you so much, Ronnie. God, I missed this," he murmured before kissing her on the mouth deeply, scooting so she's straddling the girl.
Ronnie was glad when he didn't hesitate and immediately connect his lips to her neck. She sighed with elation, especially when she felt his fingers brush across her side where her tattoo was. Ronnie responded to his kiss, leaning into him as he got closer to her. It felt so good to have Drew's lips on hers again, to know that for this moment, he was thinking about her and only her, even if it wasn't in the same way she was thinking of him. And it didn't help that his words only made this even better. Ronnie's hand immediately went to his bare chest, while the other went to his hair, her fingers tangling into it and pulling him in closer.
Drew kissed her more deeply, letting his tongue met hers as he battled for dominance in the said kiss. With Ronnie completely beneath him, he rolled down to her to make her feel at least an ounce of what she does to him, grinding his arousal to her shorts-clad center. He moaned at the contact, his hand underneath her shirt traveling towards her breast and massaging it gently as he started kissing down her jawline then to her neck. "One last chance to back out, Ronnie," he offered, even if it was getting harder for him to restrain himself.
Ronnie groaned into Drew's mouth as his hips met hers, and breathing heavily through her mouth as he kissed down her jaw toward her neck. With his hand on her breast and his lips connected her to skin, Ronnie knew there was no way she was backing out of this now. "Not a chance," she breathed out, reaching down to grab her tank top and lift it off and above her head, tossing it aside. Pulling his head up and attaching their lips once again, Ronnie hooked her finger into the band of his shorts and ran her other hand up his torso, admiring his muscles.
Drew smiled down at her before kissing her again. That was all the reassurance he wanted before actually taking Ronnie. He pulled away again to let her take her top off, feeling his blood rush down at the sight of her bare breast and her tattoos. She never knew tattoos will be such a turn on for her, but now he realized that. He kissed her sternum, descending down her body until he reached her feather tattoo as he touched her latest one with her hand. "So beautiful," he whispered as he slowly kissed up her body again, stopping at her breast to take her breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue against her nipple.
Ronnie laid underneath him as his lips traveled down her body, his actions rendering her useless as she felt her nerves become extremely sensitive. She loved how once they both knew that they wanted this, neither of them hesitated and just went for it, their want, their need for each other over-powering anything else they had going on. Ronnie bit her bottom lip as Drew took her nipple into his mouth, closing her eyes and leaning back against the bed as she let out a moan. "God, I missed this--and you, more than I thought," she mumbled past her lips.
Drew forgot about his troubles and focused on pleasuring Ronnie. He deserves this. More so, Ronnie deserves this. Once it was clear that there's nothing stopping them from doing it, he didnt waste a second and worshiped her body that he had missed. He let go of her breast with pop and turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same treatment with her left one. He felt himself twitch and Ronnie's hand on his waste and wasnt really helping a lot. Slowly, he pulled away and pulled his shorts down, living him in his grey boxers with his arousal evident. He breathed deeply as he stared into those hazel pools, complimenting her once again trough their eyes. Kissing her softly, he put her hand on his back, letting her hold on him for as long as she wants. "Tell me what you want I'll do it, baby," he whispered against her lips.
Ronnie continued to be lost in the sensation of his mouth on her breast as he moved to her other one, then watched as he removed his shorts, seeing the dent in his boxers. She gazed into his green eyes when they connected with hers, a shiver running up her spine as he connected their lips again. Staring into his eyes, Ronnie thought for a second, then spoke. "I want you to do what you want with me." She kissed up his jawline towards his ear. "I'm yours for the taking," she whispered. And with that, Ronnie planted her lips on his once more, waiting on his next move.
Drew breathing hitched when he felt her warm breath on his ear, feeling himself get more aroused at the sound of her husky voice. Kissing her one last time, he went back down and with a look at Ronnie, pulled her shorts and panties down, licking his lips as he tossed them to the sides. She laid a kiss on her lower abdomen, using his hands to part her legs for him. He kissed down on one of her thighs, the other one being massaged by his trained hand. It was getting harder for him to continue teasing her so without a warning, he ran his tongue over her slit, moaning at the tangy taste he was welcomed with. He licked her up, rubbing he r lit with his hand as he sucked her outer lips.
Ronnie smiled a bit as he removed the rest of her clothing, watching in anticipation as he moved down her body towards her heated center. "Shit," she gasped as his tongue connected with her unexpectedly, moaning as he began to work on her core. She tugged on his hair lightly as he sent waves of pleasure up her body, her hips reacting by raising against his mouth. "Oh, Drew," she said, the words passing her lips as her brain thought of nothing but his mouth on her lower lips.
Drew didn't mind how his scalp protested against Ronnie's grip. Giving her what she wants was what mattered to him and if it meant having his hair get ripped off,, to hell with it. His mouth soon replaced his hand, flicking her clit with his tongue as he looked up at her, his eyes blown that his normally green ones were almost completely black. He felt himself twitch painfully and he let out a gasp. Pulling away from Ronnie's sex, he pulled his boxers down and stroked himself a few times before looking at Ronnie. "Do to I want this? You want to suck me, don't you?"
Ronnie was glad when Drew removed his mouth from her clit. Though she did enjoy the feeling of his tongue pleasuring her, she wanted him to do as he pleased with her. She wanted him to take control, because frankly, she thought it would be hot. Propping herself up on her elbows, Ronnie watched anxiously as he removed his last piece of clothing, giving him a nod and shifting so she was on her knees. "So bad. I want to suck you so bad," she said in a low husky voice before sucking the tip of his dick into her mouth, her hand caressing his balls as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.
Drew stroked his cock one last time and let Ronnie take him, immediately throwing his head back as his cock got enveloped in the hot wetness. He gathered her hair in a messy ponytail and held it together with his hand as the other caressed her cheek, gasping whenever he felt his dick against her cheek. "Oh god, look at you. So, so fucking beautiful," he gasped out. Slowly, he started to thrust into her mouth, careful not to make her gag or choke. "Take it like you mean it, Ronnie," he challenges, breathing through his mouth as the tension started to rise.
Ronnie grasped a hand onto his hip to steady herself as she licked him up and down. At his words, she smiled as much as she could while having his cock in her mouth, going along with his thrusts. With his command in mind, she smirked and removed her mouth from him momentarily, just to take a second to give his balls some affection, sucking each on into her mouth and rolling them on her tongue. She latched back onto his dick and sucked it in as far as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat. She did it a few more times, making sure to hit the back of her throat every time. Ronnie was so glad her gag reflex wasn't very sensitive, because it made pleasuring Drew that much better.
Drew was so lost in the feeling of her hot mouth when suddenly, the cold air met his dick, making him shudder and look down in confusion. Next thing he knew, Ronnie had taken his balls into he enough, making his breath hitch and groan out louder than earlier. He hissed as he felt his knees buckle under his weight. When she took his cock into her mouth and deep throated him, he let out an explicit moan, not even caring that anyone walking outside his door would definitely hear him. He couldn't care, since Ronnie looked so gorgeous in that moment that he wante Sri yank her up and kiss the hell out of her. And that's exactly what he did. He forcefully plunged his tongue in her mouth and pulled her on top of him as he lied down, only breaking the kiss as the need for oxygen intensified. He took her hands and pulled her towards him, licking his lips as her center came into view. "Ride my tongue, baby. Let me fuck you with my mouth," he said barely above a whisper.
Ronnie prided herself on the things she could do to Drew with her mouth. She never thought she could sexually frustrate a guy as much as she seemed to be doing with him. A hum of pleasure came from the back of her throat as he pulled her down on top of him, then she became confused, but just for a moment. Ronnie had never had a guy ask her to do that, but God, it sounded hot. And the way Drew said it, well, how could she have said no? Positioning herself above his head, the blonde girl bit her lip as she looked down at Drew, awaiting his move in anticipation with a small smirk across her face.
Drew proceeded to help the girl position herself. If he’s being honest, seeing the girl’s sex this close made his heartbeat pick up in speed, both in excitement and nervousness. He licked her lips as he laid his hands flat on the girl’s ass and with one last look at the girl’s face, licked her slit, immediately moaning at the taste he was welcomed with. The hands on the girl’s ass tightened as his tongue put more pressure on her clit, finally deciding to take it in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it repeatedly. He took one of his hands from her backside and ran his fingers on the girl’s side before putting it on her chest, palming the girl’s breast as he started to tease the girl’s opening. “You taste so fucking good, Ronnie,” he moaned out, positively thinking that the vibration from his mouth doubled the pleasure on Ronnie’s part. Without any warning, he slid his tongue inside the girl, humming at the taste and used his other hand to urge the girl to move against his tongue.
Ronnie breathed out audibly through her mouth when he licked her heated center, her head falling back unintentionally. Her own hand cupped his as he massaged her breast, making him squeeze it tighter with another huff of air coming from her. As he spoke against her lips then darted his tongue inside her, Ronnie had to grab hold of his headboard to steady herself, not only because Drew was driving her absolutely wild, but so she could move her hips against his mouth. Glancing down at him between her legs, she realized she was liking this much more than she thought she would have, and was extremely turned on by the sight. "God, your tongue feels amazing," she whispered, mostly because she couldn't muster anything louder than that. Her hips bucked against his tongue as she built up a faster pace, the warm firmness coming from his mouth urging her on.
Drew hummed at the compliment he got as he continued to reach that sweet spot inside Ronnie. The pulsing muscles around his tongue told hem that the girl is close, and it only spurred him to keep Ronnie close to him as much as he could. After a few moments, he pulled away slightly to catch a breather, using the space to lift his other hand from the girl’s ass to her breast, massaging it and flicking her hard nipples repeatedly as he got back to ravishing the girl. “You’re so sexy,” he said before taking the girl’s clit in his mouth and proceeded to lick broad circles around it, desperate to help Ronnie reach her climax. He was amazed at Ronnie’s ability to last this long. God knows how fast he could make the other girls reach their apex but clearly, Ronnie can withstand his every assault. And that thought alone turned him on, making his semi erect cock fully ready for penetration. But he didn't give it much thought. This is Ronnie’s turn to feel good. He can wait until later. “Just let it go, baby. I’m right here.”
Ronnie caught her breath for a quick moment as Drew pulled away for a short break, though her body was more than ready when he reattached himself to her core. Her hips rocked into his tongue at a faster pace than before, and his words only made her hips buck that much faster. She felt her stomach begin to twist and turn full of pleasure and delight as her orgasm hit her, her body tensing as it's heavenly waves traveled from her core all the way through the rest of her body. "D-Drew.." she exhaled, removing herself from her previous position above his head and scooting down to hover above him, her body gaining it's normal strength back.
Drew moaned satisfactorily as Ronnie finally convulsed around his tongue, keeping his mouth parted and tongue pointed to help her ride out her high. He would be lying if he’ll say that the way Ronnie said his name didn’t get him harder than he already was. When she hovered over him, he immediately cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "That was so hot baby," he murmured when they broke apart, his breathing erratic as he felt himself twitch almost painfully. He took a few more breaths and smirked up at Ronnie as another idea entered his mind. "Now that I've done everything I wanna do to you, it's your time to do whatever you want with me," he said, letting his thumb grace her bottom lip as he propped on one elbow, leaning up to kiss her softly before joining his hands behind his head and waited for Ronnie to move.
Ronnie kissed him back passionately, leaning her forehead against his as he spoke. She had to think for a moment at his suggestion. What did she want to do this man? He had already done so much to her, and she definitely wanted to give him some attention; his dick was practically demanding it already. "Alright, I can do that," she grinned, leaning forward to press another kiss to his lips, lingering there for just a moment before she re-positioned herself so he had better access to Drew's member. Teasingly, she gave his cock an achingly slow lick all the way up his length, from balls to tip. Her eyes locked onto Drew's green ones that had grown dark with desire as she licked him again, then moved up to whisper in his ear. "Just say the words and I'll keep going. I want you to tell me what you need, Drew," she murmured against his ear, gently grinding her still warm core against his cock.
Drew smiled at her affirmation and watched her descend his body until his cock was right in front of her. This time, she was prepared with her assaults, but that didn't stop the groan from escaping his throat as she almost innocently licked him up. He reached down and ran his fingers on her blonde silky hair, meeting her gaze as steadily as he could. For all he's worth, he felt his eyes starting to roll back at her words, not believing that such a lovely girl would do anything he wants her to do. "I just want you to make me feel amazing, baby. Watching and making you come was just the start, right? I think you're brilliant enough to fulfill my petty needs," he said, licking his lips as he continued brushing her hair away from her gorgeous face, the face he had fallen in love with.
Ronnie loved seeing Drew's reactions as she licked him. Ronnie smiled and lazily kissed his cheek before returning to her previous spot, and wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. Moving her hand up his shaft slowly, she gave him a few pumps before attaching her mouth to it as well, sucking on the tip. She moved her hand and mouth in time with each other, sucking and slurping on his hardened member as she stared up at his face with lust in her eyes. Even though Ronnie knew she wanted more than just a friendship and a casual fuck every now and then from Drew, she couldn't deny that the sex made her pain just a bit more worth it. She'd learned over the years to just deal with whatever she had going on in her brain by herself, and getting over Drew was just another thing, she told herself. Although having his dick in her mouth wasn't really very convincing that this crush would be stopping any time soon.
Drew felt his jaw dropping at the sight of the girl milking him, his hands flying to her hair as he tried to match her rhythm. Having her do that to him made him impossibly harder. Needless to say, he was amazed at Ronnie at the point. Every suck and tug she does only makes him get closer to his edge and it took everything for him not to blow. "If you keep on doing that, I'm gonna come any second from now and we don't want that," he stated, slowly pulling her back up to kiss her languidly as he slowly rolled them over, pinning Ronnie beneath him. Stroking his still wet cock, he parted her legs and aligned himself, giving Ronnie a deep kiss as he slowly entered her. It was heaven all over again. He started gaining speed as he let Ronnie adjust to his size.
Ronnie was loving every moment of this. She frowned a little when he pulled her off of him, but it quickly dissipated once he kissed her and rolled her underneath him. She hadn't expected him to quickly change to this, though she was more than ready for it. As he entered her, Ronnie's heart beat twice as fast, either because there was no feeling like having Drew inside her or the fact the it was actually Drew inside her. She rolled her hips against his roughly, breathing a moan into the kiss. "Oh, Drew. I need you," she panted out against his lips.
Drew trailed kisses on every inch of skin he could attach his lips onto. Having Ronnie suck him off and look at him with those lust-filled eyes was too much and he could swear he could come from it and he wouldn't want that. He still isn't satisfied; after all, Ronnie had told him to do whatever he wants to her and he would damn well do every single fantasy he had involving the girl. "I think about you a lot. Fucking you like this against the wall, in the locker room, hell, even in the library. I just can't get enough of you," he whispered to her ear before taking it between his lips, nipping at it as he continued gaining speed with hai thrusts into Ronnie.
Ronnie 's heartbeat picked up pace when Drew spoke those words to her. Sure, they were purely sexual thoughts he was having, but still, she couldn't deny she had done the same. She wasn't sure how to reply at first, only letting out a light moan when he nipped at her ear lobe. "Who says we can't do all those things?" she uttered in a husky voice, it coming out staggered between his thrusts. Ronnie rocked against his pelvis in time with his pace he was increasing, letting out a moan as her hands wrapped around his neck to pull his face down for a kiss.
Drew felt a drop of precome coming out as he heard her moan, it being one of the sexiest things he had heard, Ronnie screaming out his name as she comes being number one. "Who says we're not doing all those things?" he countered smugly but it came out with a grunt as he continued pumping into Ronnie. Drew kissed her back, letting his tongue reunite with hers as their centers continued to meet intimately. Reaching between their bodies, he pressed her clit with his fingers, pushing it down before rolling it in tight circles. "But first, you have to come again. You can do that for me, right, Ronnie? You'll come for me again again?" he asked, practically pounding into the girl as he pinched her clit.
Ronnie bit her lip as she could feel her orgasm getting that much closer, and when Drew pressed down on the bundle of nerves between her legs, she about came unglued. Her breathing came out in huffs as Drew spoke to her again as she tried to compose herself for just a bit longer, but his hand combined with his thrusts threw her over the edge. "Fuck, Drew!" she yelled, her body arching towards his as she grasped onto his back desperately. Her body jerked and convulsed a few times as she finished out her orgasm, her walls still clenching tightly around his cock. Looking into his now dark green eyes, Ronnie pulled him closer to kiss him again as he continued to pump into her.
Drew bit his lip as he felt Ronnie come around his cock. It felt like her walls were pulling him in and he was almost ready to come with her, but he still ha sone last thing to do. Helping her ride out her orgasm, he kissed her languidly as his thrusts slowed down until he was barely moving inside her. His libido was screaming at him for depraving himself, but he knew he, and in extension Ronnie as well, would enjoy his next move. He pulled out of her and after brushing her hair from her face, he said, "Go on all fours, baby." He knew by then that Ronnie had realized what he wants to do, and the anticipation was only making him shudder as he pumped himself to get ready for the penetration again, now in a new position.
Ronnie cocked an eyebrow when Drew spoke, the order taking a moment to register in her brain. She was surprised he was lasting this long, but she also found it hot nonetheless. "Yes, sir," she murmured, turning around and facing away from him, bending down so she was supporting herself on her hands and knees. God, he was so attractive, and she really had no idea how she was going to survive all the other things he wanted to do with her if he kept fucking her like this. "Ready when you are," she said with desire in her voice as she awaited his move.
Drew muttered incoherently under his breath as Ronnie moved to the desired position. He took his time admiring Ronnie; how her luscious rear end was just in front of him, her back arched, her arms supporting his slim body and, god, her voice. Drew leaned forward, his cock getting in contact with her center as her kissed her neck down to her back. His right arm supported himself as his left one palmed her breast roughly. "Look at you. Fuck, look at you. So ready for me. I'll never know how I got so lucky," he said as he went back to his kneeling position, this time his eyes glued on her dripping center. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll gonna feel me for this. You'll gonna fucking hiss when you sit and you will think of this night when I couldn't get enough of you." And with that, he guided his cock inside Ronnie, moaning as he reached even deeper than before. Gripping her hips, he started to gain strength, his breathing erratic as he watched his cock glisten with her wetness.
Ronnie shivered as Drew's lips connected with her skin on her back, biting the inside of her cheek as her bent over her. Somehow, his words managed to make her more excited for what was to come next. Tonight was so different and exciting than her last time with him, though it also felt so similar and...safe. It was strange how the two seemed to go together so well, like they had known each other for years rather than only a few weeks. She inhaled deeply as he entered her again, the feeling of his dick inside her becoming so familiar now that she wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. As he began to move inside her, she knew he had to be fairly close to losing it, and she was still extremely sensitive from him beforehand. "Fuck me, Drew. I don't want to forget this." Ronnie then began to move herself in time with his thrusts in hopes of reaching her orgasm again.
Drew aided the movement of her hips with his arms, grunting everytime their pelvises meet. It was getting too hard for Drew to hold on much longer. This is somewhat unfamiliar to him; fucking the same girl for the second time, not to mention making sure she reaches multiple orgasms before he lets go both times. He angled his thrusts, making sure to his her sweet spot. "Oh you'll never forget this, Ronnie. I know you'll gonna ask for more once I'm done with you," he said as he leaned over her again, the new position angling his cock in the process. "And I wouldn't be object of fucking you over and over you," he then whispered to her ear. A few more thrusts and he can already feel the tightening of his lower abdomen, finally letting out Ronnie's name with a groan as he painted her insides with his hot come.
Ronnie hissed and clenched onto the sheets beneath her when Drew his that spot. "Fuck," she whispered out, helping pump him along into her. As his pace quicken exponentially, she moaned with every thrust as he went deeper inside her. It wasn't long after he shot his come inside her that she felt her walls quiver again, racking her body with it's third orgasm that night as it shook once more. Her arms barely held her torso up as she rode out the rest of her climax, finally letting go and resting her front half on the bed.
Drew tried to catch his breath after his intense orgasm as he finally let go of her hips and planted his hands on the mattress. Watching the blonde fall on the bed alarmed him but when he realized it was just of exhaustion, he relaxed and smiled, kissing her shoulder and then her cheek. "God, that was... more than amazing,"he said as he slowly pulled out of him, cursing under his breath as he watched their combined come dribble out of her core then to her sheet. He slowly moved and lied down next to her, helping her roll on her back. "You were perfect, baby," he said as he swung an arm over her waist and kissed the column of her neck, his own exhaustion catching up with him but naturally, cuddling with the blonde was more important to him than rest.
Ronnie caught her breath as she felt the brunette boy lie down next to her. She turned to rest on her back and curled up closer to Drew in his bed, the feeling of their bare skin against each other's making her smile a bit. "That was...mind-blowing. God," she said with exasperation in her voice. "If you plan on fucking me like that from now on, just tell me when and I'm all yours, anytime, anywhere." Ronnie pressed a kiss to Drew's chest, then setting her hand on him and resting her chin on the back of her hand, studying his face. "You were perfect, sir." Something about the night relaxed her so, even if she'd just had the best sex of her life. After cuddling up next to Drew for a moment, she found herself unintentionally starting to sing the tune of "Locked Out of Heaven" by Bruno Mars.
Drew sighed in content as Ronnie's warmth enveloped him again, laughing at her words as he rested his hand on her waist. "One of the greatest one I've had, if not the best," he said. And it was true. Even if it wasnt as adventurous as the ones he had in the past, something about doing it with Ronnie, his friend, made it more special. Licking his lips as she shifted, he ended up playing with her hair and just relaxed beside her. Hearing her hum, though, made him perk up and giggle lightly. "Bruno mars. Really, Ron? Can you be cheesier?" He asked, though he ended up humming along. "'Cause your sex takes me to paradise," he sang, the hand on her waist caressing her side as he continued along with her.
Ronnie sang the words quietly, and laughed a bit at his words, only then realizing she was singing. Pausing for a second and almost stopping completely, Ronnie nervously licked her lips and glanced down. How had she just started singing without thinking? Normally, she'd end up tearing up or crying full out when she sang, because of what it reminded her of. But Drew seemed to make her so happy that she did it without thinking? "You make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven, for so lo-o-ong.." she sang, redirecting her thoughts away from Alexandria before her vision became cloudy. Giggling a bit after she sang, Ronnie worriedly looked up at Drew. "Don't even make fun of my voice!" she said, a smile creeping up on her face as she joked.
Drew only held her tighter as try approached the chorus, letting Ronnie sing it alone. It was the first he heard her sing, and he never felt like he had been missing something very spectacular until that moment. "For too lo-ooo-oo-ng," he concluded, giving it everything he had and smirking as he hit the final note perfectly. He scoffed when Ronnie told him not to mock her voice. What is there to tease anyway? "Please. Your voice is amazing. How come I haven't heard you sing before, Ronnie? You sound... Wow," he praised, his eyes looking right into her hazel orbs unblinkingly.
Ronnie smiled as Drew sang along, his voice sounding nothing like she expected. Shaking her head, she smiled and looked away. "It's really not that great.." Ronnie had to think for a moment. Did she dare start to tell him about her past that just couldn't seem to leave her alone? Or did she make up some story in fear that it might ruin the whole night? "I...it's a long story, Drew..." she hesitated, biting her lip.
Drew heard the doubt in her voice and he knew it was a sore topic. As curious as he was to know why she was closeting this talent of hers, he knew that pushing it would make her feel pressured. And he doesn't want that. Taking a deep breath, he caressed her cheek and gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm all ears, if you're willing to tell me. If not, there will always be other days. I know you're tired, so first things first, okay," he offered, reaching behind her to get his pillow and let Ronnie lay her head on it. "You can tell me anytime."
Ronnie sighed and contemplated blurting it out, just because she wanted to tell him. She felt she couldn't truly be close to him or any friend until they knew all of her story, that being the biggest part. And God, could he be more perfect? It should be illegal to be attractive, great in bed, have a good sense of humor, and be a sweetheart underneath all that. With a soft smile, Ronnie looked up into his gorgeous green eyes. "Maybe another night? Wouldn't want to kill the mood, you know," she uttered quietly. "I don't think you want me turning into some stupid, weeping, estrogen-filled teenage girl right after that awesome sex."
Drew nodded understandingly and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. "Another night it is," he said as he lied on his back, pulling Ronnie halfway on top of him. For a few moments, he just lied there and reveled in their closeness, his hand not stopping its movements as it slid up and down her smooth back. "I'd rather have you begging me to do what I did to you tonight in the morning. I'm crappy at consoling crying women." The last bit was his effort in lightening up the mood, and he gave her a shit-eating grin.
Ronnie felt her pulse fasten just a tiny bit as Drew pulled her to lay on him, relaxing quickly and lightly trailing her nails up and down his chest. Flashing him a smirk, Ronnie spoke. "Ah, so you're into morning sex, then? Good to know for future reference," she winked, then laid her head down on his chest. "And I doubt you're that bad. You could just smile or make some cute joke to make them smile. That's one of the advantages of being attractive." Ronnie hummed slightly as his hand soothed her skin, a small shiver shooting up her spine as he hit the small of her back.
Drew smirked and let out a laugh at what she said. "Watch it babe. I don't think Little Andrew would be able to wait 'til the morning," he said, giving her one of her winks as well. The feeling of her breasts against his bare chest was almost enough to make him stir, but he's too exhausted to actually act on it, so instead, he focused on giving her forehead light kisses as he giggled lightly at her suggestions. "There's a compliment somewhere there, so thanks. And I tried that before. I got a bitch slap and fuck it hurt a lot."
Ronnie snorted and let out a boisterous laugh. She still couldn't take him seriously when referred to his penis as 'Little Andrew'. Ronnie ran her finger up to his collarbone, drawing circles in the hollow of his neck as he spoke. "You're welcome. And I wouldn't bitch slap you if you joked around if I cried. Cross my heart," she chuckled, lifting her head to give him a smile. "Besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter, as you can tell. I can hardly even argue with someone without wimping out and letting them win."
Drew knew how it amuses Ronnie when he refers to his penis as Little Andrew, and he had made a vow to bring it up every chance he gets. The movement of her finger against his skin made him shudder, but he hid it well enough with a smile. "You should totally keep that. I don't care having my face bruised. It's the bruised the ego that I care about," he said with a playful pout, his eyes twinkling with mirth. His features softened as he continued listening to her. "You know, I'll always let you win."
Ronnie scoffed and shook her head. "Oh, please. As if I'd ever hit a face like that," she grinned, pinching his cheek playfully like a grandparent would. She tried her hardest to think of a witty comeback or at least pull a smirk out of somewhere, but the look on his face melted her brain just enough to where she wasn't hardly able to think. "Well, I hope we never have to come to that, where you'll let me win. I'd have to be pretty upset to do anything to you," she finally managed to spurt out after spending much too much time staring at him with awe.
Drew rubbed his abused cheek as he twirled her long blonde hair with his fingers, eyes trained on the gorgeous blonde in his arms. "We'll never know, Ron. I might do something douche-y and fuck someone instead of hanging out with you, which is something I wouldn't do anymore. You're like... Really cool to hang out with, especially if the night ends like this, he said, pausing for a moment to laugh lightly. "But seriously, it's great to be your friend. And as your friend and letting you win with anything. No ifs, no buts." He let the silence rnvelop them for a few moments, just looking at Ronnie with a small smile on his lips. "Do you wanna put on some clothes before sleeping? I could get for you. Or you could borrow one of mine."
Ronnie grinned widely at his comment, her finger still tracing undescriptive designs on his chest. She looked up at him with a bit more seriousness in her eyes than she planned, a faint smile still on her face. "Promise not to do anything douche-y? Or at try? I'm losing Ty, I don't wanna lose you, too. I'll try my hardest to keep you." She had no regrets about asking that of him; he was literally her only other friend at Thespis, and even if they only remained friends, she didn't want him going anywhere. She nodded absent-mindedly, raising up from laying on his chest. "Yeah, sure. You don't have to offer me anything, really," though in her mind, the thought of wearing something of his was definitely something she didn't want to turn down.
Drew smiled softly and nodded, tipping her head gently by her chin. "I won't hurt you, Ron. I'd hurt myself first before causing you pain. Though I know douchebaggery is in my blood, I won't hurt you intentionally." It was a promise he vows to keep. He can't lose Ronnie. She practically had forced herself into his world and now he wants her there for as long as she can. Rolling his eyes at her response, he unwrapped his arms from her body and stood up from the bed, picking up his discarded boxers and rummaged through his shirt drawer as he put the boxer on. "I think this will fit you," he said as he pulled his old red soccer jersey top and sweatpants from his old school in France. He went back to the bed and helped her sit up to put the clothes on herself. "If they're too big, I have smaller ones."
Ronnie smiled as he agreed to the promise, reminding herself to not smile too widely. Sitting up from his bed, she watched as he got up and put his boxers back on, staring in intrigue as he dug through his dresser. A grin immediately appeared as he handed her the clothing, slipping the jersey over her head and then standing to put the sweatpants on as well. "I think any clothes you give me are going to be too big," she chuckled, pulling her long hair from being tucked inside the shirt. Taking his hands in hers, she pulled Drew back to his bed to lie down, curling up next to him again. "Goodnight, Drew," she mumbled, closing her eyes. Ronnie made a silent note in her mind to remember this moment, right here, right now.
