First thing in the morning
I'm gonna tell you see you later alligator
Instead of all my loving, you won't be getting nothing
That's tough, wake up and smell the muffin
I woke up with a pounding headache in a room I didn’t recognize with my stomach churning. I couldn’t remember much past my argument with Xander and his subsequent breaking up with me, leaving me to question what the hell happened last night.
Turning over in bed, I quickly realized I wasn’t alone but I couldn’t tell who was beside me. There was just a form completely covered by blankets. I yawned and sat up, holding onto my head as though that would stop the room from spinning. It was only then that I noticed my bra was gone.
I immediately began to scream, causing my companion to stir. Once I saw the familiar curls appear from underneath the blanket, I ceased my screaming, though I was still confused as to what was going on.
“Scar? Are you…oh?” Harry started as he sat up to look at me. His voice trailed off and I followed his line of sight, quickly realizing that I was giving him quite an eyeful. In my moment of relief, I forgot that I wasn’t wearing a bra, much to Harry’s obvious delight. I pulled the blankets over my chest, blushing profusely.
“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” he whispered, turning my cheeks a brighter shade of pink. Harry was distracting me from what I really wanted to know and he seemed to be enjoying the effect he had on me.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I finally spoke up. “Where are my clothes and what happened?” Judging from the laugh that shook Harry, I did something incredibly embarrassing. Completely mortified, I pulled the blankets over my head and pulled my pillow on top of it.
“We didn’t have sex, I’ll start off with that,” I heard him say. That made me feel the slightest bit better; I had to admit it. And if he knew that much, then he probably hadn’t had as much as I did to drink. As he continued, I tried to piece together as much of the previous night’s events as best as I could.
-------The Night Before-------
I held onto my third drink as tightly as I could, not wanting it to spill everywhere, as I sat in our roped off section, keeping an eye on Scarlett. I warned her to not let Nick talk her into more than five drinks, but the more she had, the more she would use the fact that she was just broken up with as an excuse.
Now she had probably gone through about seven or eight shots, much to the delight of Nick who was enjoying having a new dance partner. I didn’t mind it too much, if she got sick, I would be there to hold her hair back, and at least Scar was able to get her mind off of that jackass Xander.
As I finished off my drink, I considered drinking a fourth, wondering if that would be too much. I was straddling the line between tipsy and drunk and one more could put me past that line. I didn’t want to be too drunk, someone had to keep an eye on Scarlett, make sure she stayed safe.
Consumed by my own thoughts, I didn’t notice Scarlett coming near until she was falling into my lap. Luckily I caught her and my glass was empty so we avoided any sort of disaster. “You’re being so lame, Harold. Come dance with me,” she slurred, poking my cheek. Scarlett was having way too much fun, clearly. Chuckling lightly, I shook my head and against my best judgment, I stood up with her.
“Alright, alright, I’ll dance,” I finally said, giving into her demands. She was adorable when she was drunk, that was for sure
“Wait, wait, Harry, take a shot first,” she stopped me and grabbed a shot from one of the cocktail waitress and was shoving it at my face before I could say no. Taking it from Scarlett, I tossed the shot back, wincing a bit as it went down. I’m not sure what it was, tasted a bit like whiskey. Fireball?
“You’re cute,” Scarlett giggled, earning a confused look from me. She was drunk, so I wouldn’t hold it against her, but I wasn’t used to Scarlett being so flirty.
Once out to the dance floor, Scarlett laced her fingers through mine and pressed her back against me, pulling my hand so my arms were wrapped around her torso. When she said she wanted to dance, I thought she meant dance, not dance. I didn’t mind it too much, and had I not been drinking, I probably would’ve pushed her away sooner.
“Enjoying yourself, love?” I said into her ear, making sure she could hear me. I was hoping all she wanted was one dance, instead she moved her hips against mine, eliciting a moan from me. If she was trying to turn me on, she was doing a damn good job.
“Scarlett, you’re drunk,” I whispered, turning her around so she could look at me. I may have had a bit to drink, but I wasn’t going to let Scarlett do something she’d regret.
Scarlett bit her lip and stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m not as drunk as you think I am, Harry,” she whispered in my ear before pressing her lips against my neck. I shivered at her touch and attempted to pull away once more. She knew the effect she had on me.
I opened my mouth to speak and she put a finger to my lips, shushing me. “We’re just dancing,” she added and turned her back to me once more, moving her hips as she was before. I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to not have an embarrassing moment in the middle of the dance floor, but that seemed to be her goal.
The more she moved her hips, the more labored my breathing became and I moved my lips to her neck, nipping at kissing at her soft flesh. Scarlett didn’t seem to mind it, it was almost as though she was inviting it.
“Scarlett, you should probably stop soon,” I said into her ear, earning a laugh from the girl. She could feel my hardness pressed against her backside, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“And if I don’t?” I heard her say. My eyes shot open, glancing around the dance floor to see if anyone else noticed our little exchange, but everything seemed to go unnoticed.
“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” I admitted, biting my lip nervously. Scarlett turned her head, capturing my lips in a quick kiss and grinned at me.
That little minx.
“Then don’t hold back.”
This was her intention. She was trying to cause an accident in the middle of the dance floor, leaving me with a wet spot in my jeans for the rest of the night. There didn’t seem to be any way of stopping her, so I gave in, putting my hands on her thighs and pulled her closer.
I didn’t hold back, grinding my hips against hers as we pretended to dance with the rest of the crowd. My kisses along her neck grew more frantic the closer I got to my release, and when Scarlett reached back and cupped the front of my jeans in her hands, I clenched my eyes shut and buried my head in the crook of her neck.
As embarrassing as it was, it was also the single most erotic experience of my life and I couldn’t believe Scarlett was the one to deliver.
Smiling at her handiwork, Scarlett turned to face me and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. My hands immediately went to her hips, not wanting her to go. I didn’t know what this would mean for us in the future, so I was going to enjoy it while I could.
“Was that so bad?” Scarlett murmured against my lips and I pulled away, shaking my head at her. Who knew she was hiding this vixen inside of her?
“No, but we should get you back to the hotel before I find the urge to repay the favor. And so I can change out of these pants,” I teased, kissing her neck a few more times before dragging her off of the dance floor.
I stared at Harry, my mouth agape in complete horror. I didn’t want to believe I did those things to him. I knew I was capable, there were times where I imagined doing naughty things to the curly-haired jerk when I had a bit to drink, but I didn’t think I’d ever act on them.
“I did that to you!” I finally yelled and buried my head in my hands in horror. I wasn’t ashamed or anything, more embarrassed that I had thrown myself at Harry in my drunken state.
“Scar, love, are you okay? I’m sorry, I…I mean I guess I could’ve stopped you, I am stronger than you. I don’t want you to feel like I took advantage of you or anything like that,” Harry apologized, resting his hand on my back.
He was too kind. None of this was his fault and the last thing I would think was that he had taken advantage of me.
“No, of course not! I’m just ashamed that you saw that side of me,” I said, sitting up. Harry could be one of the sweetest guys ever when he wasn’t being a jerk. Covering my chest, I glanced around the room and found Harry’s discarded black tee and slipped it over my head. At least I was still in panties.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, I promise, I know you wouldn’t ever do anything like that to me,” I told him, pulling him in for a hug. It didn’t feel as awkward as I thought it would, thankfully, and when I stepped back, he at least managed to smile.
There was still one unanswered question.
“You still didn’t explain why I woke up in only my panties,” I stopped, standing in front of him with my hands on his hips.
“Oh yeah, I sleep in only my pants, so you said you could do the same, and there was no fighting you,” he explained with a laugh. I’m sure he would’ve tried sooo hard.
Rolling my eyes at Harry, I was going to say something back when I heard my phone ringing. One look at the screen and my heart dropped.
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