Alice:
She turned a groggy head over, running right into a tattooed arm. Oh my. Opening her eyes, she met the face of Bryce Hicks. Memories of last night flooded back to her piece by piece, and she felt her face begin to heat. Every touch, every kiss, every joining and every pleasure came back in full blast. Dear Lord, what had she done? Well... what she'd done was have the single best night of her life. She didn't regret one second. The question was, what happens now?
She glanced at him, watching him sleep. Another juxtaposition. Everything he'd shown her last night was far from "sweet," but that was the only word that could come to her mind right now as he slept.
What day was it? ...Monday? She glanced over at the clock and gasped. Oh shit.
"Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Ohnoohnoohno!" She squealed, fighting with the covers that were suddenly grasping her.
He stirred next to her and mumbled, "S'wrong?"
"I'm so late. SO very late. I already missed two classes today."
He smiled at her and glanced up as she continued losing the fight against the comforter. "Have you skipped any this semester?"
She paused and looked over at him, "Well... no."
He laughed and pulled her to him, "Skipping is healthy every now and again. Stay here..."
She nuzzled into him, and grinned, wanting so badly to give in. It would be so easy. Stay in bed. Do all sorts of naughty things. Not worry about class and notes and tests... Aw shit! Tests.
She pulled away again, "Trust me, I want to, but I can't. I have a test in a little over an hour. I have just enough time to shower and make it to my test... but maybe I'll see you later..?"
"You better," he grinned at her again before getting up from his place in her bed, grabbing the clothes he'd been wearing the night before.
She couldn't help but admire him as he stood there, all naked right in front of her, and it made her inclination to stay with him even stronger.
"Where are you going," she asked quietly.
"I have work to do today, too. I'll be at the shop if you want to come by later..."
"Of course I do..." she immediately blushed at how eager she sounded, but a rush of boldness pushed her to him, and she kissed him, their naked bodies pressed together. She felt his reaction, his arousal, against her, and she responded in kind, wetness growing warm between her thighs.
His hands tangled in her hair and he pulled lightly, simultaneously bringing her closer. He broke the kiss and with ragged breathing, he whispered in her ear, "Couldn't you suddenly have some deathly disease and just stay home? We could play doctor," he wiggled his eyebrows and slid his hands down to cup her ass, and she giggled and shook her head.
"You know I want to, but I cannot miss that test. Now, I've got to shower, and I can't be distracted anymore or I'll be late. I promise I'll come by later though."
He smirked again and pulled away from her, throwing on his clothes. He turned back to her once more, allowing a small kiss, "I'll see you later then. Good luck, babe," and then he turned and walked to the front door, shutting it softly behind him.
How the hell could she get ready after that?
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She kept glancing up at the clock. She'd only been here fifteen minutes, and she was only on page two of her test. She couldn't focus. All the words just blended together, and then images flashed in her mind of last night... and this morning. She couldn't ever remember thinking about sex so much in fifteen minutes.
She attempted to focus again, moving through another page and a half. She again felt herself grow wet at the thought of Bryce's body pressed against hers this morning...
Damn she had to finish this fucking test. She started at that. She couldn't remember ever even thinking the word "fuck" before last night. Strange.
She reigned in her focus again and finished, nearly sprinting out of the room.
Her car came to a stop in front of Lee's, and she was suddenly nervous. Sure she'd been with this man naked last night, but she still didn't really know him. But the more she thought about it, it didn't really matter anymore. She took a shaky breath and went inside.
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Bryce:
He'd been on edge all day. Last night was not something that was a regular part of his routine. In fact, since his much younger days, he'd never slept with anyone he'd known less than a week. It had been impossible to resist, though. She was so sure, yet insecure, and so strong, but so fragile. He didn't know whether he wanted to learn everything about her, or get the fuck as far away from her as possible.
He'd always dated girls his speed. Girls who'd been with plenty of other guys. Girls who knew what they wanted in bed. Girls who had dirty mouths and dirty minds. Girls who didn't stick around. Alice was none of those things.
She was a virgin... well, before last night, anyway. She was timid with him in bed, simply for the lack of experience. She was the sweetest girl he'd ever met. She was somebody's wife someday. Not a one night stand. Not a temporary fix. She was an eventual mom, a friend, a companion. He didn't want any of those things. He wanted to live his life without complications. He wanted his music, and his life, and maybe a girl here and there, but not everywhere. Not like she would be. She deserved to be everything, though. He just couldn't give her that.
As if he'd summoned her with his thoughts, she whirled into the store and stood in front of him. That in itself was enough to make him second guess his assumptions about himself. She was wearing a mustard colored pencil skirt that followed every curve of her long legs and supple ass. On top, she had a gray capped sleeved floral shirt that dipped in a V to show a hint of cleavage, and her heels just made her legs look that much longer, while her hair was down and wild and perfect. She was sex in a skirt, and she didn't even know it.
She looked like she couldn't decide what to do. She glanced at him, then walked around the store looking into various rooms, then opened the bathroom doors.
"Whatcha doin'...." He called after her, but she just kept moving around. Finally, she came back to him, and fiercely pulled him into her, her tongue intertwining with his while she pulled at his hair. Her hands travelled up his shirt, and then down to the waste band of his pants.
He pulled away from her, studying her carefully, "Alice.. you ok? You know people walk in here, I can't..."
"Please just fuck me," she interrupted him, her eyes wide as though she was surprised that she said it. "I just... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," she kept grazing his chest with her hands, "I need... you."
"Baby trust me, I understand completely... While I'd love to tear your clothes off right here, I have a job to do... anyone could come in here at any time..."
She glanced around the empty store and raised an eyebrow pointedly.
"Well..." he began to stammer, "there's no one here right now... But it's a possibility..."
