bakerstreet | Taste of her cherry chapstick

((If you're interested can throw this gal at you?))

((His kink list.))

(ooc: Do you mind a late tag?)

((OOC: NOt at all!))

(ooc: Anything in particular on your mind for a set up?)

((OOC: High school sweethearts?))

(ooc: That could work. What if they were also cousins? Maybe something post prom, or even pre prom, trying on clothes and stuff. Maybe they snuck into the parent's liquor cabinet. Any of those sound usable?)

((Post-prom. Went as each others' dates to keep the idiots away, and they've been allowed a drink or two from the cabinet before but this time, they've indulged in a bottle instead? And Cousins definitely works. Feel free to start.))

(ooc: Let me know if this works!)

Usa sat at the foot of the bed with a glass in her hand, studying the patterns of light that scattered about whenever she moved the glass in relation to the lamp overhead. It was mesmerizing, a blur not unlike the events from earlier in the evening. She had invited Abel to prom as her date, in part because no one had yet asked her and she was beginning to feel left out. The other part was he was the only friend she felt she had, even if he was also her cousin. That was convenient in some ways, and not in others. For one, she had begun to have certain feelings for him that she thought would be considered inappropriate, so she kept them to herself. That was a lot harder to do when they'd spent so much time together over the past few hours. The food, the photos, then the dancing, and handholding. She felt like she was on cloud nine and she didn't care who was watching. She hoped Abel had fun, too. Only, she honestly didn't know how he felt. There were glances, things he said that she could take meaning from, but she always cast doubt on anything that resembled someone caring about her.

Those feelings were much quieter than before, thanks to the drink that had come before the one she held onto. The bottle was sitting on the nightstand, and Abel had a glass of his own. Had they each had one, or was it two? That bottle was pretty low. Maybe it was like that when they found it. She laughed as she lowered the glass, having no idea how full the thing was before they started. "Did you see Tiffany? I heard she and Brad were caught under the bleachers last week making out," she said leaning her head against Abel's shoulder. "You ever wish you had someone you could make out with?"

Abel had kicked off his shoes and socks to lean against the footboard, still clad in his tuxedo that matched Usa's dress, and he grinned as he turned the glass around in his fingers. He wasn't sure how many he had drunk, but the half full bottle definitely indicated that they had both enjoyed more than the one or two drinks they normally were allowed to indulge in.

But tonight had been fantastic. He had nearly swallowed his tongue when he had seen Usa in her dress with her hair all styled and just a touch of make up to enhance her looks. He had always thought his cousin was a lovely person, and seeing her tonight just inflamed the slight crush he had on her.

"Frankly, I thought Tiffany needed more fabric to her dress," drawled Abel, shaking his head even as he enjoyed the feel of her leaning against him. "I really didn't need to see that much of her, and I was sure one of the teachers was going to ask how much she charged an hour." He hadn't thought it was possible for anyone to wear a dress that slutty to the prom, but Tiffany somehow had managed.

He blinked at her question, but the amount of alcohol he had drank had loosened his tongue enough to make his words more honest and less censored than they normally were. "Yes, but she's so far out of my zone, I'm lucky whenever she looks twice at me. Especially now."

Usa liked her dress, the way it clung to her features and yet maintained a certain sense of modesty. The hair style she'd gone with was new for her, mostly down with a large black bow at the back holding the braiding together. It gave her the appearance of having much shorter hair. Her own shoes had long since grown uncomfortable, and soon they too were kicked off and left on the floor somewhere in the mess of things that had been scattered about.

She took another long sip from her glass as he talked about Tiffany. Ugh. She both liked and hated that girl. Liked her because in spite of her horrible attitude she was kind of hot and Usa couldn't help but find her attractive. The hating part came from the rest of her, mostly the attitude, and the fact she had been quite a bully in their earlier years. Now she was just a total bitch.

"I can see your point. Still, don't tell me you wouldn't be all over that if she appeared in your room stark naked," she teased, channeling some of her own secret thoughts into the conversation. It must have been the booze talking because she never wanted anyone to know her strange interest in that girl. Her feelings for Abel was far stronger and based upon more than just shallow interests.

"Then don't think about making out with her. You gotta think of someone better, someone you like, and imagine that," she started, reaching over him awkwardly to set her glass down on the nightstand. "See, if you can imagine it happening, then it can actually happen. Go on, think of one person who looks twice at you and that you like."

"Frankly, I wouldn't care if she appeared before me stark naked and offered me five million dollars," he drawled, shaking his head as he shifted to put his glass next to hers before he looked at her. "I wouldn't touch that skank with someone else's severed dick."

At her urging, he reached up and cupped her cheek with a hand, staring into her eyes as his own softened, his affection and stronger feelings for her appearing on his face. "I hope I can imagine it as a reality."

His voice was soft as he leaned down to awkwardly brush their lips together. If this didn't work out, he could always blame the alcohol even though he was feeling incredibly sober at the moment.

Usa laughed and leaned over, placing her hand on Abel's arm. It was a shame he had no interest, but then she was certain if he did, she'd be jealous about it. Which was something she wondered if he would feel should she express her interest. There was but one way to find out. "Well, I guess we'll have to disagree, then. I'd touch her."

She grinned at him, curious to see his reaction. While her commentary on finding someone who cared was skewed in her favor, she hadn't expected him to be so bold and take action just yet. Not that she was arging with the results, she turned into his touch and looked back to him with her crimson eyes. For a second she felt something new, something warm and exciting that suddenly sprung to life inside of her. Maybe she'd teased him too much and had convinced herself she didn't care, and now she was realizing she did.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion when he leaned in. She met him halfway, allowing their lips to touch. She could always blame the alcohol but right now she felt that she wanted this. It felt right. He wouldn't hurt her, he wasn't a skank, as he had called Tiffany, and she did care about him even if she didn't always show it well. Usa turned toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and pressed her lips to his to make a proper kiss.

He moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of her lips against his, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind, but he did want to peel her out of that dress and see how she looked under it. If her skin was as soft as it looked the few times he had seen it, and maybe, they might do a few things that they only read about during that week long sexual education lesson in Health Class.

Abel's hand slid down from her waist to brush over her hip, and he pulled away from that wonderful kiss, panting for breath as he stared at her with dark eyes. "I want to unwrap you from this dress and do everything I've only seen on the internet," he whispered against her lips even as he became aware that his pants were rather tight and uncomfortable at this point. "But I won't if you don't want that as well."

Usa hummed softly as their lips met, the warmth of his leaving a gentle tingling sensations spreading out to her cheeks. How she'd imagined this happening, the two of them, alone, giving into their base desires. There had been a dream or two, she'd admit, but to have it happening for real felt so much better. All the talk of Tiffany and the sort of things she did had put her mind on the same course as Abel's. Soon her lips had parted, and her eyes had closed, her skin warm with sensations she wanted to explore.

At his touch to her waist, she shivered and pressed closer to him. Usa breathed in deeply when their lips parted and she opened her eyes to look at him. What were they doing, anyway? This felt so good just kissing him, but what about the rest? The things she'd been thinking before, she wasn't sure how to bring it up tactfully. Then, as if reading her mind, he broke that ice clear open. Just shattered it. "Everything? My, someone is tenacious," she teased, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. "I do, actually... I just hadn't thought of a good way to tell you yet. So, unwrap me, like a gift, is that it?"

"Things I've only seen on the internet and things they talked about in Health Class," he admitted with a small smile before he leaned in to kiss her jaw and throat as his fingers fumbled with the fastenings on her dress. He was over the moon that she gave him permission to unwrap her, and he was trying to not damage her dress. Later, when they weren't affected by the alcohol they could talk more in depth about what this would mean for their relationship moving forward.

He nearly cried out in triumph when the little fasteners gave way before he managed to get the zipper down. He leaned back as he peeled the top of her dress off, and his eyes widened at the sight of her breasts, caught in the lace of her bra. They were well developed and just begging to be touched, and he reached out with gentle hands to fumble with those fastenings until her bra fell away, freeing those perfect breasts.

"I never imagined you had such perfect breasts," he murmured before leaning down to lick at a pink nipple as his other hand slid down her ribs to curl around her waist, enjoying the chance to simply touch all this smooth skin that he had more than one wet dream about in the recent months. The reality was turning out to be more perfect than those dreams ever were.

[17 year old]

Taste of her cherry chapstick

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