EroticReverie

Bane

I was going to go straight to bed, but I’m talked into a game of flip cup as I’m walking back to the house. Kevin and Aiden are on my team, and some random girls on the other team. Francis and her girls are standing near the table. 

We win and apparently the prize was discussed before I came to the table because the  girls lift their shirts up and flash Me, Aiden and Kevin. 

They have great racks but I look to Francis who has her eyes on Aiden’s drunk ass. I look between the two of them , watching her watch him as he laughs drunkenly, and tries to get the  girls we played against to lift their shirts again.

“cmonnnnn” he chides and walks around the table and put his arms around their shoulder and his head between two of  theirs and whispers something in their ears. The one girl giggles and the other one eye fucks him and he hangs on them drunkenly.  The giggling girl leans into the other girls ear and whispers and her mouth drops and she shrugs with a giggle. 

“Alriiiight” Aiden says and him and the girls go inside and I shake my head. I look to Francis and her eyes follow him across the yard.

I walk over. 

“He’s not too bright you know.” I say.

Francis with her arms crossed over her chest one hand holding a cup and shrugs. 

“Who?” she asks pretending she doesnt know what Im talking about.

I give a little laugh.

“Aiden....if you wanna fuck him...ya gotta tell him” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “I dont want to fuck him”

I laugh. “Sure ya dont, you just have been staring at him all night, and every night ever.” I say. 

she shrugs. “Doesnt matter what I want to do , or dont want to do with him, He’s obviously not interested.” 

“So ya do wanna fuck him?” I ask , teasing her.

She rolls her eyes again. “I mean yes, but....that’s not all I want...and I’m not dumb enough to think he’d offer me more than that” she says, and I can tell she’s a little drunk, but not too drunk with how much info she’s giving me. 

“Oh, so you like him like him, got a little crush huh?” I nudge her. She slaps my arm. 

“Shut up Banks” she says , but laughs slightly.

“C’mon” I say and pull her across the yard and into the house.

“Bane, no, what, where are we...no...no!” she says when she realizes I’m following Aiden and the girls, and I drag her to the downstairs bedroom, which is now for guests. I barge in. The drunk girls are already stripped down and crawling onto the bed when I barge in, one making out with Aiden.

“Ladies, get the fuck out....” I say and they scramble and pick up their things.

“What are you doing mannnn?” Aiden says as the girls dress themselves and get the hell out of the room. He’s slurring and drunk as shit, and wouldnt even remember those girls in the morning, but I would be lying if I said I hadnt ever been in the same spot he is right now.

I pull Francis into the room. Aiden blinks and smiles a little. 

“Fifi?” he says.

I make a confused face. “Who the fuck is Fifi? This is Francis you jackass” I say.

He laughs. 

“Yeah...she’s my feef....fifi..” he says as if this is something I should know.

I turn to Francis and she’s blushing staring at the floor.

She looks up and shrugs. “It’s what he used to call me when we were in middle school” she says. I nod. 

“Feeeeeeef” Aiden’s drunken ass calls her name from the bed where he’s sprawled out on his back.

“little feef” he says reaching out, holding out his hands opening and closing his fists like a baby. I laugh and Francis gives a little one too.

“Feeeeeeeef , don’t ignore meeeee” he says.

“What Aiden?” she says as if she’s a fed up mother, and I give her credit for not throwing herself at him like the other girls. She reminds me of Valentina a bit in that way. And I look at Aiden on the bed waving her over to him and I wonder if “Fifi” is his Valentine. I give a little smirk looking between them. 

“Come here fifi” he says.

“No Aiden, you’re drunk” she says.

“So are you feefs, cmon...come here” he waves her still.

“Not as drunk as you are.” she says.

“Then grab a drink and get on my level Feefs” he says.

she laughs and so do I. 

“Pass” she says.

“Francis is going to be your baby sitter, ya know, make sure you dont choke on your own vomit and stuff.” I say and Francis looks to me and gives a tiny smile. 

“No more drinking....no touching Francis....” I look to Francis then back to Aiden. “Unless she asks you to”

“I wont be asking” Francis says.

“Ouch!” Aiden says dramatically and clutches a hand to his chest and drunkenly shakes his head. “Ya shot me!” he cries out.

“Right through my heart feefs” he says and his hand slaps to the bed and he plays dead on my bed.

“Jesus christ” I say with a laugh and shake my head.

“I’ll get some water for him, and a bucket just incase” I say. Francis cringes.

“He doesnt usually puke, but you never know” I say.

“Only pussies puke” Aiden says.

I roll my eyes and so does Francis 

I walk out of the room and go to the kitchen. I grab waters for both of them, and some crackers and a small trash can for them. 

When I get back into the room , Francis is sitting on the bed. Aiden has his head in her lap looking up at her but his eyes are closed as she pushes the hair away from his forehead, again and again, stroking his hair. 

“you’re a good girl feefs.” he slurs with his eyes closed.

“Thank you feefs” he says and she looks up and looks at me and smiles. I smile back and she screws her lips to the side and rolls her eyes, as if saying, “Yep. I’ve got a big ole crush. You were right.”

I set the waters and crackers down and the small trash can by the bed. Aiden doesnt even realize I’m there, or maybe he does but is too drunk to care, cause he starts to go full confessional on her. 

“I had the biggest crush on you in middle school feefs....you were the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen....still are” he says his eyes still closed. I watch her hand stop a moment and she’s looking down at him. She moves her hand again.

“Thank you” she says and he nods.

“I shoulda asked you out before Danny did” he says.

She giggles. 

“You couldve asked me after we broke up” she flicks his forehead with her finger.

“Ow!” he says, his eyes scrunching but still not opening.

“ You were too pretty” Aiden says. 

“you scared me feefs” he says.

I give Francis a nod and leave her with her drunken prince charming. 

I go upstairs and to my room , and look at my bed and feel my fists tighten thinking of Baron. 

I tears the covers from the bed, remove the sheets and push the pillows off angrily. 

“Fucker” I curse still wanting to murder him.

I change into my pajama pants and fall onto the bed. 

I pass out on my back thinking about Valentine. 

____

Bane

I wake up the next morning to the feeling of another body next to mine. I panic and my eyes fly open and I look down about ready to push whoever it is off me. My heart stops, but relaxes when I look down and find Valentine, still wearing the clothes I gave her last night. She’s asleep beside me, with her arm and leg over , her head on my arm. I just stare, and smile, watching her sleep. I want to kiss her but dont wan’t to wake her up. Her cheek didnt end up bruising and she actually looks just fine. 

“mm” she stirs when I reach with my hand to her face and rub her cheek with my thumb, and her eyes open lazily with a smile.

“morning” she says , and lets out probably the cutest little yawn and stretches herself.

“when did you get here?” I ask, looking at the clock. It’s 9:30 am.

“Six.” she says.

I give a little laugh and then yawn too when she yawns again. 

She nods. “Mhmmm, it’s not a sleep over if I come over when it’s technically morning.” she says.

i give a little laugh. 

“So smart” I say and hold her face. She looks at me and nods.

“Mmhm. You’re lucky you’re dating a genius” she says.

I lean in and give her a closed mouth kiss, pecking her on the mouth, not wanting to offend her with morning breath. 

“Spoon me” she says and turns over and then curls up against me. I laugh and spoon her, wrapping my arms around her, loving the way she feels beside me. I nest my nose in her hair, smelling her.

“Did you just sniff me?” she asks with a tiny giggle.

“Sure did” I say and nudge my nose to her ear.

“You smell like a cupcake” I say.

She laughs.

“Or a muffin” I say.

“I made muffins that’s why” she says and my stomach rumbles.

“America muffins?” I ask her, because she knows that’s what I call her blueberry and strawberry muffins she makes, because they’re my favorite.

She giggles and nods. “Yes, America muffins” 

I lean to her ear and kiss below it and then whisper.

“I’m so fucking marrying you Suarez” I say and kiss her neck and sit up.

“What are you doing? she asks

“Get back here and spoon me” she commands and slaps the bed.

“I need a muffin!” I say and she laughs.

“I thought we were gonna go back to bed?” she asks.

“After I eat the shit out of your muffins...” I smirk. “and maybe ....YOUR...muffin?” I say suggestively and wag my brows.

“Ew” she says and laugh and sits up. I laugh and we walk out of my room and downstairs.

“I cant call it your muffin?” I ask.

she laughs. “I dont know, I have to think about it” she says and I laugh as we walk into the kitchen. 

The muffins are on the counter on a platter. 

“When the hell did you make them?” I ask grabbing one off the plate like a savage and taking a giant bite.

“When I got here, and then I came upstairs.” she says.

My stomach growls as I pretty much inhale the first muffin. 

“Fuck” I grab another and walk over to her and kiss her. “I love you” I say and she giggles.

“Yea, I know” she says as I take another bite.

As I chew I look at her and wink, and she giggles. 

I finish the second muffin and look at her with a grin. She raises her eyebrow.

“What?” she asks. I grin and grab her and throw her up onto the counter on her ass and she squeals and laughs as I grab at the sweatpants I put her in last night. I can tell she’s showered from last night though because her body also smells like her soap and her legs are fucking smooth and silk when I do actually pull the pants down.

She bites her lip watching me as I spread her open and lick my lips. 

She leans back on the counter and chews that lip, not stopping me. 

“Permission to eat your muffin?” I ask with a smile.

She laughs. “You better finish it.” she cocks a brow. 

I chuckle. “No problem there”