CHAPTER 42: I WANT HIM. I WANT HIM. I WANT HIM

"Lee! Get your ass up!" someone screams at me, making my head pounds and my ears ring. He's screaming close to my ears. Too close. I whine and slowly open my eyes.

"Tyler y'ass." I say to him, a bit incoherently I bet. I flail my hand in the hope that I'll punch his stupid smiling face. To no avail, of course.

"Go home. It's almost four," He screams again. Or is he? I'm drunk. Can't tell. "I'm taking Chuck back. Marsha and Kenneth had gone home," He tells me and I lazily wave my hand at him, shooing him away from me. He's too loud and I'm too sleepy to care whatever he's mumbling about. I roll to my side. Hmmm… the grass smells nice.

I hear him scream some more but I can't hear him. The grass feels so comfortable right now. Maybe I'll just…

"Hey!" I protest when someone tears me away from my grass. Lovely grass. Okay. Someone is definitely carrying me. I can no longer feel the ground and I flail my arms around to get a sense of what's keeping me away from my grass. I peek through my lashes and see the black sky. I can feel another person's warmth and their hands on me. Ooo I'm being carried like a princess. Heh heh heh.

"Princesses are not drunks," I hear someone say that from above me. Close. Too close. I look up and see Allen, smiling down at me though he's also frowning. Or I don't know. It's kinda blurry. I'm so sleepy. But I'm pretty sure I'm seeing a frown there.

How do people do that anyway? Just decide if you want to smile or frown, jerk!

"I'm smiling because you're cute. And I'm frowning because I'm worried. You're drunk."

Huh? Did I say those things out loud?

"Yes, you did," He answers my questions and that makes me giggle. No idea why. Maybe because I'm stupid. I throw my hands around his neck and nuzzle against him. I can almost feel his body tensing before relaxing again.

I chuckle to that. Can't help it. He feels nice. He also smells nice.

"Bed," I demand.

His mumbling something to respond to my demand. Don't care. It feels nice. Being in his arms.

I chuckle again.

Oops. Did I say that out loud too?

"Yes, you did," By that, I giggle some more. "You're staying at mine tonight. Your gang members decided to throw a slumber party at yours," He chuckles as he lets me know.

I like that sound. His chuckle. His laugh.

"Whatever. Water. Bed. Now," I whine some more. Probably all the way to the dorm until Allen lay me down on his bed gently. I sigh and open my eyes slowly to his smirking face. I grin at him probably foolishly. But the bed feels amazing. or am I just completely drunk?

Not really, though.

"Bed," He says, pointing at it. "Water's coming," He walks to the kitchen to fetch me a glass of water. I chuckle, feeling elated. He's such a caring person. I try to get up as slowly as I can so that my head won't spin and make me throw up. My head is still so heavy and my stomach hurts a little bit, but nothing I can't handle.

"Thanks." I take the glass form him and finish it in one shot before lying down again.

"Can you get up?" he asks. I nod lazily. "Change your clothes," He says again, handing me a pair of shorts and a shirt after taking the glass from me.

I slowly get up. I put the clothes on the bed and start to strip out of my clothes. I look up at Allen who is watching me with no smile. His eyes fixed on my movements as I take my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. My own gaze not leaving him.

His face darkens as I start to unzip my pants. I slowly let it slide down my thigh, to my calf down to my ankles before stepping out of them. All the while approaching Allen.

I move slowly. Carefully. Still calculating whether I should do this or not. My eyes never leave his. Looking for answers.

"Levi," His hoarse voice warns me. "You're drunk. Sleep," He says. Commanding. Unconvincingly trying not to touch me. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in his slowly hardened stare and his ragged breath. I reach out my hand, deciding not to listen to him. Or my own self-control as I touch his arm.

"I'm drunk," I agree with him. I listen to my voice. Slightly unfamiliar to me now but also oddly, starting to be so.

I lift myself up, circling my arms around his neck. On my tip-toe, I bring my face closer to his until our lips meet.

I'm not kissing him. Just letting our lips touch. I stick out my tongue and start licking his lips in a way I never knew I could pull off. I can feel the vibration when Allen groans. That gets me excited and I can feel my whole body also starts to vibrate. To crave. To demand.

"Levi," Huskier than before, he warns me again.

I want him. I want him. I want him.

I don't think I can stop. Not anymore. Not that I want to either.

I bite his lower lip. And with that, he throws his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest, kissing me hungrily. I moan, of course. His kiss always makes me do that. Everything he does feels wonderful. Even when I'm in pain. Like, literal pain. I'm writhing and moaning and that just makes Allen even more eager to hold me. I'm not complaining. It feels wonderful, to be in his arms, feeling him inside me. Hearing him moaning my name. Every touch, every kiss, everything he does to me makes me crazy.

Then of course, after all that, I cry myself to sleep just like I have been doing lately.