EroticReverie

Walker

I do the ritual of cooking her something to quick to eat when we get back to my place. Then feed her asprin and water and we both brush our teeth, as I hand over one of my t shirts for her to wear to bed. 

"Its called spooning, not forking , so make sure to keep your prongs to yourself." she says as I pull the covers over us.  Smiling to myself.

"first of all, you said you werent gonna tease me if i did. Second, i dont know about the men youve been with, but I only have ONE prong." I say as I turn on my side and slip my arm over her as she giggles.

"Just one? How tragic" she fakes her pity. 

"Are you screwing aliens?" I ask her and she giggles with an almost snort.

"Feels like it sometimes." she laughs and I smile. 

"alien assholes" she yawns and laughs, but i frown. I kiss her shoulder through my shirt and then kiss her hair at the back of her head. 

I hated the idea of anyone being an asshole towards her. Especially a guy that was supposed to call himself her boyfriend. 

"theyre filthy wenches, every last one em" I say and she laughs. 

"yeah they are" she says and then scoots back and I pull her closer and I smile at how perfectly she fits into me, like i'm the lock, and her body is the key, and her knees bend just right with mine, her ass sits perfectly nestled in my lap and my chest lines with her back, and she's tall enough to allow me to just press my lips to the back of her head and into her hair without having to dip my head at all. We fit like a glove. 

"Your feet are fucking freezing" I growl as she puts them on mine. 

"yours are warm" she hums.

"Yeah, not anymore" I say.

"suffer" she says and I smile. 

"how are you going to be rude to me in my own bed?" I ask.

"i still love you, but i'm selfish and like rubbing my cold feet on your warm ones." she says. 

"I feel like that's all this friendship is, a way to use me for my warm feet at night." 

"Busted" she yawns and keeps rubbing her ice cold toes over my feet. But i can't even be mad or demand she stop doing it. 

I slide my hand from her hip to the more comfortable spot of her abdomen, sliding it up right beneath her breasts.

"Careful, we know how your hand likes to SLIP" she says and lifts one hand to make bunny ears for air quotes.

"Youve got big boobs. Theyre bound to get knocked around sometimes." I say and she laughs.

If we were going to go on just boobs, Bella would 100 percent.....1 million percent, be my type. I loved breasts. God, I was a breast man, for sure. And hers are...fucking great. Never seen em other than in her clothes, but they were big, and they were real fucking nice. REAL nice. But,...they're Bellas....so...yeah, I try to think about them as little as i fucking can. 

"oh you'd just LOVE to knock them around you tit fiend" she giggles and I close my eyes trying to ignore the visual of it. Slapping them. Bouncing them, shoving my fucking face in them and...

"put your PRONG away" she laughs as I realize, that yeah, im getting hard. 

"thats your fault, youre talking about knocking tits around, you KNOW im a breast man Peanut" I say and she laughs. 

"do you want socks?" I ask her because her feet are STILL like fucking ice and shes still rubbing them on my feet. 

"no im good" she giggles and then shifts, and I let my arm stay around her as she moves onto her back.

"Sorry, itll go away soon...i think" I say of my dick and she laughs and looks at me, her head turned to me as she lays on her back, me still on my side and my head on the pillow.

"thats not why i moved, im used to little Walker visiting when we spoon" she says and I smile. 

"take that back, hes not little...hes....at LEAST average" I say and she smiles.

"we both know he's not just average" she smirks. I cock my brow. 

We toe the lines of flirting, even when were both sober, we do a lot of things that maybe people don't think a male and female would do as friends. But, i don't care, neither does she, this is comfortable territory for us, to tease, to flirt, even if were just having fun and don't mean it. 

"Calling him above average isn't gonna help him go to sleep, just so you know." I say and she bites  her lip.

she bites her fucking lip and my eyes go to it. She shifts and I swallow as she turns onto her side facing me, she tucks her hands under cheek, looking at me. Our knees touching, her ice cold feet pushing against my lower legs, rubbing against me. 

"i dont mind if he stays up with us" she says with a little laugh and i laugh too, just slightly. 

"no?" i ask with a lift of my brow and she shakes her head against her cheek.

"i consider him my second best friend, since he visits me whenever i'm in bed with you" she smiles. 

"he cant be your bestfriend, you've never even been formally introduced to him." I say and her brows lift.

Then she smirks and shrugs. "Introduce me then." she says and I hold my fucking breath.

"What?" I ask and holds me eyes then breaks into laughter and lifts her hand to my cheek. 

"Oh Cupcake, the look on your face, ive never seen you so scared" she laughs and then is rolling back onto her back and I frown to myself. I was not scared.

"I wasnt scared." I say it out loud. 

"oh yes you were." she says and mocks my wide eyes, she giggles as she turns her back to me and reaches over and grabs my hand and puts it on her hip as she scoots back into me. 

"Only scared of how much he wants to meet you" I say and now she's the one to pause. 

"yeah?" she whispers and I slide my hand to her abdomen, pulling her gently as I let my lap press against her ass, i purposely grind into her ass and she gasps slightly, but her ass pushes back.

Fuck. 

"you're drunk" I whisper.

"just a little bit" she says and pushes her ass back harder.

Bella" I whisper in her hair.

"huh?" she moans softly , her hand sliding over mine.

"this is crossing a line we've never crossed" I tell her. 

"fuck the lines Cupcake ,touch me." she says and then pushes my hand up over her breast and my fingers and palm fit so fucking nice on it, I squeeze it and she moans.

"Bella" I groan as keeps wiggling her ass in my lap and her hand reaches behind her, grabbing my hips to pull me into her, against her.

"you're drunk, and i need to stop" I whisper.

"dont" she whimpers. "dont stop, just touch me, youre so good at holding me" she breathes. Her hand is over mine on her breast.

"Hold me, put your hands on me" she whispers I groan. 

"i don't......not like this" I say, my hand stops groping her breast and I slide it down.

"Walker" she protests.

"Bella, not like this." I whisper. "not with you drunk." 

She breathes a little heavy and whimpers, but doesn't argue. 

"I'm sorry" I whisper. 

"dont be" she shakes her head and I close my eyes, because she understands. Doesnt try to make me feel guilty, doesnt try to push it , and , fuck, what have I just done. What did we just do? Because friends definitely...don't do that....they don't dry hump their best friends ass while groping their breast. 

"Can.....can we pretend this didnt happen?" I ask. 

She silent. 

"I just ....dont want to mess up what we have...and i..." I say.

"Pretend what didnt happen?" she asks. 

I close my eyes. 

"should we..talk about it in the morning?" I ask. 

She shakes her head. 

"Im...drunk...i was being a tease....it's nothing Walker....we can forget it." she says and I dont believe her. Well, about the being a tease part, and i dont believe that I can forget it, even if I wish I could, or rewind the night just a little bit. 

"I just cant fucking lose you." I whisper in her hair. Pulling her tighter to me. 

"I cant lose you either." she chokes out the words softly. 

"Im sorry" she sniffles.

I kiss her hair. "Dont be, it was my fault." 

She huffs. " no it wasnt" 

"LEt's just go to sleep" I whisper in her hair. 

She slides her hand over mine on her abdomen, her fingers curl between my fingers, her palm resting against the back of my hand as she gently grasps my hand.

"let's pretend it didnt happen" she says softly.

"you sure?" I ask. 

she nods. 

"well wake up tomorrow....and just ...be us." she says. 

"Okay." I say softly. I kiss her hair.

"I love you Bella" I tell her.

"Love you too" she says and I close my eyes. 

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When I wake up, my bed is empty. And I already know, things aren't the same. Otherwise she'd be here, bitching and teasing about how I hog my OWN bed, or telling me my morning breath was going to knock her out, or picking my nose with her finger to wake me up. But she's not there. She even made her side of the fucking bed as best she could with me still inside it. And Bella NEVER makes the damn bed. I scowl at it. Scowl at the pillow with the indent of her head in it, the covers she pulled up to hide the evidence of her being here all night. 

I look to my phone on the side table and grab it, lifting it, swiping it open to go to my texts. Multiple notifications, none of them from her. Other than ones I mustve missed last night, sometime during the bar hopping. 

"I NEED A GOOD ICKING."

"Dikng" 

"D I CK ING!" 

"Oops! sory Cupcke! ment to mesge mom" 

"NOT mom. Mona! ducking autocrect!" 

"LOVE U" 

"that one was for u!" 

I feel my lips twitch with a small smile and shoot her text.

"where the fuck are you?" 

"Being fergalicious." she types back. 

My brows pinch. "And what does that mean?" 

"In the gym. Working on my fitness. Duh." she types back and i smile slightly and roll my eyes at her using a song and it's lyrics to let me know what she's up to.

"Why did you make the fucking bed?" I type.

"Isn't that what people do?" she types back.

"Yeah, people do that. Just not YOU. Youve never made the bed. EVER." 

"Want me to come unmake it?" she asks. 

I groan at the idea of tearing this fucking bed apart with her, even if that's NOT what she means.

"We need to talk." I type. 

"bout what?" she asks. 

"You know what." I reply.

"Never happened." She types.

"Except it did. And I want to talk about it." I type.

"Why?" she replies.

"Because you're my best friend, and I sexually assaulted you while you were drunk." 

"That's a bit dramatic." she says. "No, its REALLY dramatic. You did NOT sexually assault me. I was drunk, but very aware of what I was doing. If anything IM the one who assaulted YOU and forced you to grope my boob." she says.

"Can we please talk , can you come over when you're done with the gym?" I ask.

"Cupcake, we're good, there's nothing to talk about. Really. You're still my best friend, and I still BETTER be YOURS." 

"You ARE." I reply.

"Good. Then its settled. Line uncrossed. Erased our tracks, rewinding the clock. Poof. Done." she says. 

I growl at my phone.

"I still would like to talk to you." I type.

"well we ARE currently talking" she replies.

"In person." I shoot back.

"about what?" She asks and I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"Just fucking come over when you're done with the gym." I reply.

"Fine. But only because you're going to make lunch" 

"I am?" I reply. 

"Yeah, you are. mini Pillow pastas." 

"They're called ravioli Bella." I type back with a smile.

She sends back an eyeroll emoji.

"Pillow pasta." I type. 

She sends back a kissing face emoji with the words "tiny pillow pasta, the baby ones" 

"baby pillow pasta, got it. Anything else?" I ask. 

"Do you have iceberg lettuce?" she asks.

"no." I type. 

"then no, that's it just baby pillow pasta." she types back.

"Do you want salad too?" I ask.

"No, i dont like the weird shit lettuce you eat, it tastes like it comes from the ground." she types.

"Bella. It DOES." I type.

"Yeah, well doesnt mean it has to TASTE like it does." she replies with angry face emoji at the end along with a green faced emoji of someone about to throw up. 

"You eat like a child." I type.

"I am a child. My mothers child." she types.

"How long till you're here?" I reply. 

"Gimmie an hour." 

"Okay" I answer.

"no wait...give me ninety minutes" she says. "hour and a half"

"Yes, I know how long ninety minutes is." I type.

"And you are SO SO smart Cupcake." she says. "Just the goodest smartest boy." 

"I'll see you in 2 hours." I type.

"I said ninety minutes!" She replies.

"I also tack on another thirty with you. Because you're never on time." I type.

"Well, i also NEVER make the bed apparently, and look what happened. So MAYBE ill be there in NINETY minutes." she types.

"Please dont be, that would be terrifying. A bed made, AND on time in the same day? You know change makes me anxious." 

"take a fucking xanax. See you in ninety!"