EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Roman

"Daph! Daphne!" I call after her, after placing our beers down on a ledge and running after her. 

The music is too loud so she probably doesnt hear me, cause she doesnt stop. 

I eventually make it outside and find her on the sidewalk walking down it, away from the bar. 

"Daph!" I say, she turns and stops as I run up to her. 

"It's freezing out, you can wait for an uber out here" I tell her. 

"I'm fine." she says. "It's not that bad. " she says, even as she's shaking like a fucking leaf, and she has goosebumps all over her arms. 

"Please, wait inside. I'll get us an Uber" I say. 

"Roman, I dont want to ruin your night" she says and I give her a look. 

"Stop it Daph, you're not ruining my night. I'd rather make sure you're okay, the only way you'd ruin my night, is if you made me stay here and worry about you." I tell her. 

she gives a little sigh of defeat. "Okay, fine" she says. 

We walk back into the club, I send for an uber. 

"there's one only a few minutes away" I tell her and she nods. 

"So why dont you feel good? You dizzy? Or nauseous?" I ask. 

She shakes her head. "Just, I dunno. Maybe just tired from driving all day. I don't know." she says looking away as she answers. Classic lying Daphne. 

"Uh huh." I say suspiciously. 

she turns her head. "What?" she laughs slightly at the way I turn my head while still side eyeing her. 

"You act like we havent known each other all our lives....I know when you're lying...what's wrong?" I ask. 

I'm pretty sure I know she's not sick, I'm pretty sure she running from whatever that moment was back there. 

"Nothing is wrong. Don't push it, ok? I'm not in the mood." she says. 

I shrug. "Alright." 

Our uber arrives seconds later, and we exit the club and slide into the back seat. 

The driver turns up the heat for her, but she's still shivering. 

"Here come here" I say holding my arms open. 

Her teeth chatter and she shakes her head. "No , it's fine, im warmer now" she says fighting the trembling. 

"Quit being a pussy." I tell her, making her head whip toward me, her eyes widening. 

She cracks up laughing. 

"fuck you" she says and gives my leg a little kick. "That's my line." 

"I borrowed it, now seriously...just come here." I say, scooting over and wrapping her to my side, arms around her. 

I slide my hand up and down her arm quickly, trying to warm her, as she still trembles from cold.

"Great dress Daph, but maybe we should plan better next time." I tease her. 

"Shut up" she slaps my chest lightly and then cuddles herself closer to me. 

Daphne

Ten minutes later were back they apartment and inside as I kick off my heels and run right to my room telling Roman I need something warm to put on. 

I throw on a pair of grey and pink plaid pajama pants, and a long sleeve grey shirt. Since my nipples are incredibly hard from not only the cold, but the raging amount of hormones I have begging me to screw my brothers bestfriend, I throw on a bright pink hoodie over it, and some slippers on my feet and then walk out. 

When I walk out of my room though, the room right across the hall is Roman's and he's currently in a pair of black sweatpants with his back to me, shirtless. I swallow hard. I watch the muscles of his back move as he moves his arms though the holes of the t shirt, and then lifts his arms and pulls his head through. 

A little part of my perverted heart dies when the black cotton t shirt is pulled down, covering his back. 

I walk over and knock on the inside of his door frame. 

He turns and runs a hand through his hair and smiles. 

I curse myself for missing the full outfit change. 

"You look nice and warm" he says. 

"I am." I say with a little smile. Thanks to the way your lil peep show heated me up, I think to myself. 

"Wanna watch tv and get shit faced?" he asks. 

I laugh and nod. "Sure." 

He grins and walks over and places his hand on my head, making my hair messy again. I scrunch my nose as he slides by me in the door way and into the hall and I follow him into the kitchen. 

He grabs a bottle of jack from the cabinet and a beer from the fridge. I  search their cabinet for what kind of liquor they have, and settle for a Raspberry flavored vodka. 

"bring the bottle" he says, grabbing his bottle of beer and the bottle of Jack.

"No shot glasses?" I ask. 

"We have em, but, don't need em." he says and walks to the living area and sits on the couch, it's a large L shaped set. He sits in the middle of the part against the wall, and I sit next to him as we set out bottles down. 

"Let's play a game" he says. 

I laugh. "What kind of game?" 

"We'll ask each other questions, you can either answer, or pass and take a drink." he says. 

I roll my eyes. "This sounds like a bad idea." 

he laughs. "Whats your deal with never liking these types of games? You have a lot of secrets Daph?"he cocks a brow and teases. 

"No, I do not" I say shaking my head. 

"I just hate thinking up questions." I say, which is true. 

"Fine...I'll ask the questions. If you answer, I drink. If you dont answer, you drink." he says. I sigh and roll my eyes. 

"Fine, but you only get five questions and then we watch television."  I say. He frowns. 

"Fine. Deal. " he says. I smile. 

"Okay then, get your bottle ready cause youre gonna drink every single time." I tell him with a cocky smile. 

Roman

Of course I won't ask her the things I want to, like, are you as horny as I am right now? Have you ever gotten off thinking about me? 

I smile at her and unscrew the cap from the Jack.

"So, why are you single Daph?" I ask. 

"Because guys are trash. Drink." she says. 

I chuckle and take a swig from the Jack. 

"Care to elaborate?" I ask. She shakes her head. 

"Not really." she says. "Drink." 

"Hey!" I say and she laughs, throwing her head back. 

"Thats not fair, are you kidding me?!" I say.

"nope!" she manages to get out through her laughter. "Drink again" she wipes tears coming from her eyes. 

"this is the easiest game ever! You suck at this!" she says , holding her stomach, still laugh. 

I just shake my head scowling playfully.

"You're the worst." I say and lift the bottle , I take one swig, then a second. 

"Two questions left" she laughs. 

"You think you're soooooo clever. " I say.

She giggles and shrugs. "I am actually." 

"God, Im hot now after laughing." she laughs some more, and lifts her her hoodie off, to reveal a long sleeve grey t shirt, it's slightly tight, and I dont miss at all the way her nipples poke against the fabric when she's busy pulling it off over her head, while giggling. 

She tosses it and then brushes her pretty hair from her face, and pulls out the barrette she used to pin her hair back for the club and sets it on the coffee table. 

"Kay, go" she says, still slightly giggling. 

I turn towards her, lifting my one leg onto the couch , bending it with my one foot still on the floor and lean my arm against the back of the couch. 

"Do you know how cute you are?" I ask. 

She bites her lips together, and looks down bashfully. I see her blush. 

"Thank you." she says then starts to pick at the label on bottle she's holding.

I grin. "Do I drink now?" 

She laughs slightly and shrugs. "Thats one of those questions that doesnt really require an answer, when youre more so making a statement." she says.

"hmm" I say and study her as she starts to look anywhere but at me. 

"So I still have two questions?" I ask.

"No cheater, you have one, it's not my fault you wasted another one."  she says.

"Wasn't at all wasted to see you blush." I say. 

She looks up scrunching her nose. "Shut up!" she squeals and pushes my chest. I laugh.

"What's one of your favorite memories of us when we were little?" I ask. 

She looks at me and her smile seems to reach ear to ear. 

"There's a lot" she says. 

"So tell me one, or more..." I say. 

"I remember one time in school, on the playground, Jeff Francis was chasing me with a worm. I cried." she says. 

I smile, because I remember this too. 

She now turned on the couch facing me as she smiles telling the story. 

"And when Miss Marshall asked what was wrong and I told her, you were right there with me, and she told me boys are only mean to girls because they like them and have a crush on them" she says and I smile still listening to her, and watching her look down for a second and then back up...

"and then you said..." she says nodding to me. 

"Miss Marshall, that's not true" I say as she smiles and nods and then she finishes the rest.

"I have a crush on Daphne, and I would never be mean to her." she says, blushing again and scrunching her nose. 

I smile and shrug. 

"It was the truth...you stole my heart back then." I tell her with a little smile.

She takes a little breath. "Yeah...we were SUPPOSED to get married" she says with a little joking tone. 

I laugh. "That's right too. I suppose it was pretty aggressive of me to tell your parents I was going to marry you, without even asking you if you were even interested first." I laugh and so does she. 

"Yeah, kinda rude Mr. Hudson." she teases. 

Daphne

"So what about you, what's one of your favorite memories ?" I ask. 

He looks up for a moment and seems to think. 

"That time you wore that hot white dress to that club one night." he says and I smack his arm. 

"Dick." I say and he laughs. 

"No, no, hold on, let me think.." he chuckles to himself as I roll my eyes. 

I see his face go from smiling to...sad?

"What's wrong?" I ask. 

He looks to me and just smiles again. 

"My favorite memory...is a bittersweet one..." he says and I move closer, and grab his one hand with both of mine. 

"When my mom died, nothing helped. Everyone would say thing to try to make me feel better. They'd hug me, they'd say they were sorry. Everyone said they were sorry. And I dont know why it made me so mad. It's not like THEY gave her cancer. " he says. 

I squeeze his hand and he lifts his other hand over mine, and strokes the back of my hand with his thumb.

"It was a few years after we kinda stopped hanging out as much, and I'd started hanging out with Rob more, but I remember you coming over to the house, coming into my room, even though I told you to go away, and you just laid there with me , and held my hand in silence....the only thing you said the entire time..." he says pausing, and I look from our hands to his face, and I see the hurt of his loss even now, years later. Of course it's still there, but I just haven't seen him this vulnerable since that day. It was like he has mastered how to hide it. 

"You came in...laid down and said...." he chuckles, and I see his eyes water, and I laugh too slightly, because you would think I'd have said something comforting. But no. 

"Death is a fucking bitch, and so is whoever made that awful mac and cheese downstairs." he says and I feel a tear roll down my cheek as he looks up at me. 

"You didn't see it because you werent looking at me, but it made me smile."  he says.

"It made you cry!" I remind him. 

He laughs. "I wasnt crying from that, I was just happy in that brief moment. When you called my aunt a bitch for her crusty mac and cheese. It was the first time in days since my mom died, that someone said something that made me laugh.....I dunno...it was just special for me. You were always special to me....always" he says again. 

He lifts his hand to my face, and his thumb swipes my tear from my face and he smiles, and shakes his head, and leans in and kisses my cheek and then pulls back. 

"What a downer, huh?" he jokes and sniffs and I wipe my other cheek and shake my head. 

"No." I say. "Not a downer." I shake my head and then lean in and kiss his cheek too. 

"I miss how close we were." I admit. 

"Me too." he says. 

"Plus..." he adds. 

"Rob's not even nice to look at. You were like way prettier. And still are." he says , and both of us laugh and I slap his chest lightly. 

"You idiot." I say with a laugh. 

The slight tears, has tamped down the sexual tension some, but I still feel the pull low in my stomach, and I feel my chest beat fast again as we look at each other. 

"I tried to doo voo doo on Beth Rexroth" I blurt out. 

His eyebrows pinch and he laughs. "What? Beth Rexroth from middle school?" he asks. 

I nod. 

He laughs, throwing his head back. "Why?" 

"I was mad that she was your first kiss." I say. 

He gives a little smirk. "You tried to do voodoo on a girl for kissing me?" his eye brows lift in slight surprise. 

I roll my eyes. "Well it's not like it worked...she lived." 

HE laughs. "you were trying to kill her?!" 

"I was a teen girl scorned. She stole your first kiss that I had wanted. She had to go." I say with a little joking shrug. 

He laughs even harder, and I giggle. 

After he calms down he just shakes his head. 

"Well, ....." he says and I raise my eyebrow. 

"I was the reason you boyfriend Tim Miller shit his pants in your freshman year of highschool in gym glass." he says. 

My eyes widen. "WHAT?!" 

He laughs. 

"I'd seen that fucking wedding crashers movie...with the eye drops in the water.....so I put it in his water bottle in the locker room. By the middle of gym class, he'd shit himself." he says laughing. 

"Oh my god!" I yell. "That's so mean!" I say, but laugh.

"YOU tried to VOODOO KILL SOMEONE!" he says and we both burst into another fit of laughter. 

As we're laughing, there's a knock on the apartment door and we both look at each other. 

'Who's that?" I ask. 

Roman shrugs and gets up and walks to the door and I hear a little sigh and some curses. 

I get up and walk over. 

"Who is it?" I whisper. 

He shakes his head. "No one" he whispers as he starts to walk back towards the living area. 

"Roman Hudson!" a girls voice yells from the other side, and then starts to pound on the door. 

"Rob told me you were here! I know you're in there!" she yells and I widen my eyes.

"yikes" I say and he just laughs and shakes his head. 

"Do you need me to grab the voodoo doll?" I whisper. 

He laughs. "Please do." 

He opens up the door and in storms a long legged blonde, about my height maybe a bit taller. 

She sees me and throws a hand in my direction. "Is this her?!" 

I jump slightly. What did I do? 

Roman sighs. "Uhhhhh if by her, you mean Rob's little sister, and our roommate, then yes, this is her." 

Her brows pinch. 

"I didnt know Rob had a sister." she says, not even saying hi or addressing me, talking about me as if I'm a pet. 

"Not sure why you would" he says. 

she shrugs. "Whatever....Chole said she saw you dancing with some bitch at the club...but if its Rob's little sister" she shrugs. 

I cock my head. 

"Baby" she says. Putting her hands on Romans chest. 

"I miss you" she says, slipping up against him. 

"thats nice" he says, turning his head as she tries to kiss him. 

"And that thing you do with your tongue" she says, loud of enough for me to hear.

My eyes widen and I turn my head and take my que to let him deal with her, and go to my room. 

I wait in my room for him to tell me the coast is clear, so we can go back to talking about old times, and funny memories. 

I'm sitting on my bed smiling at our little pow wow on the couch, until I hear the door across from mine shut. 

I stand. I walk slowly over to the door. and open it slowly. 

Roman's door is closed. And I can hear them moving against the door, and the little giggle and slight moans of the leggy blonde bitch. 

"Get on the bed, now" I hear him growl through the door. 

I feel a pain in my gut, my stomach turning, as a tear rolls down my cheek. 

And he forgot about me again, just like that.