Hangover by Sara
Hangover
Author's Note: Fair warning, I have never written a lemon before so this was a first attempt at writing something a little more adult in nature but without the length of a full plot. (I have not given up on Transmogrification, but we've had some heavy real-life stuff hit that we're sorting before I can go back to writing full-time) I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!
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She wasn’t sure how they’d managed to talk her into it, but here she stood in the middle of the crowded club while drunken strangers bumped into her, smearing sweat and kami-knows what other bodily fluids all over the place. She cringed and fought her way to the bar doing her best to avoid all but the most inebriated party-goers. She collapsed gracelessly to an empty barstool and rested her head on the cold wood. Her head was spinning from the loud music and pungent odors and she was doing her best to remember why she’d let her friends drag her along with them. This was so not her scene and what’s more, they had abandoned her the minute they got in the door.
A low clunk brought her out of her musings as a shot glass filled with amber liquid was placed in front of her on the countertop. She looked up in confusion at the bartender who merely nodded his head toward her left before returning to the task of cleaning empty glasses from the bar. She sat up slowly and turned to where the man had gestured, but none of the other patrons seemed to be looking her direction. As a bead of sweat trailed down her face to drip down her neck, she realized just how thirsty she actually was. Just one drink wouldn’t hurt and it would be pretty rude to refuse a free drink outright. She lifted the glass gingerly and gave it a sniff before tossing it back quickly. It smelled like cherries and it was stronger than she expected, simultaneously warming and cooling her insides.
Her fingers and toes began to tingle as the alcohol made its way through her system and it was probably for the best that she was still seated. She wasn’t necessarily a light-weight but she mainly stuck to wine-coolers and fruity mixed drinks so the raw alcohol hit her hard and fast. One drink of that might certainly have been a mistake! She again looked down the line of the bar to see who might have bought her the drink, but this time caught a flash of silver hair darting from the corner of her vision. Maybe the alcohol had been stronger than she thought because she was pretty sure she was hallucinating. Silver was most definitely not a normal color for hair. She pushed away from the counter to stand, but had trouble gaining her footing and stumbled back, prepared to meet the ground.
The impact never came as a pair of well-muscled arms caught her from behind and helped her to steady herself. She turned to offer her thanks to her savior and was struck dumb by the molten-gold eyes that stared back into her own. Whether it was the effect of the alcohol, or the closeness of his gorgeous cheekbones she couldn’t be sure, but her cheeks flushed and she stammered some gibberish about his real hair color. He seemed to be amused at her tipsy antics as his petal-smooth lips quirked into a small smile before falling back into a serious look.
She didn’t know what had come over her as she continued to stare at his mouth. Before she realized she was doing it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his gently, weaving her fingers into the long pearly locks. They were just as soft as they looked and his hair was softer still. She lost herself in the sensations of the kiss and the burn of the booze. When he didn’t pull away and instead deepened the embrace, she suddenly realized what she had done. She moved to flee, but he threaded an inhuman hand carefully through her raven-wing tresses and pulled her closer, hungrily devouring her lips with his own before plunging his tongue into her mouth. She leaned further into his touch, so enthralled with the action that she didn’t even notice how strange it was that he had claws instead of normal human nails.
He wrapped his free hand around her waist and pulled her flush to his body causing her to release a moan at the overwhelming sensations running through her, heedless of the fact that she was currently engaged in a full-blown makeout session with a stranger in the middle of a public club. He pulled back to nip at her earlobe as he whispered in a husky baritone that perhaps they should take this somewhere with a bit more privacy. She was already lost in the electric chemistry they had created and there was no way she was going to turn him down when they had already gone this far. The prospect of going home with an attractive stranger was not something she’d ever entertained before, but there was something nearly feral about this man’s magnetism. With a hush of whispered approval, they were gone and before she knew it, she was standing on a plush carpet in a well-decorated bedroom.
She had little time to ponder their rapid departure and arrival because the moment they landed, his lips were back on hers pressing forward with a surprising urgency. She gave in to the demand readily as his hands moved to roam all over her body, lingering on her chest and backside. He gave her generous bottom a squeeze before slowly trailing his fingers up her back in a whisper of a caress. Tenderly, he slid the spaghetti straps of her dress from her shoulders and she allowed the garment to fall to the floor, exposing her naked form to his view. He groaned in want as he realized that she hadn’t been wearing undergarments under the dress which didn’t leave much to the imagination to begin with.
He lifted her carefully and she wrapped her legs tightly around his still clothed waist, grinding into him and causing him to hold back another moan. He walked her carefully to the large bed and deposited her in the middle before stepping back to remove his shirt. He began undoing buttons as she climbed to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed already missing his warmth.
She reached out and grabbed the tails of his button-down, using them to pull the tall man back down to her. He gazed down predatorily as he pushed her back to lay on the bed before climbing on top of her, pushing her into the mattress. He released an inhuman rumble that sounded like a growl of pleasure before burying his face in her neck to nip and suck on the tender flesh. She squirmed and lifted her hips as her eyes rolled back in her head when a sharp fang grazed the skin. He flipped her carefully onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her to lap at her exposed womanhood with his warm tongue. She shuddered and released another moan at the sensation of his warm breath on her moist flesh. When he hit the tender bundle of nerves at her entrance, she let out a cry and pushed back into him.
He moved to stand beside the bed, shedding his pants quickly and climbed back to where she was waiting and looking over her shoulder. It was an erotic sight as her cheeks were flushed with arousal and she was bared before him in offering. He knelt behind her and leaned over her back to rest his head on her shoulder as he tweaked a rosy nipple from underneath. She groaned and pushed back into him, rubbing her heat onto his groin. His control snapped. He would have liked to tease her a bit more and provide her with pleasure before taking his own, but the woman’s inexperienced actions pushed him over the edge and he plunged deep into her waiting body. They would have all night for him to make it up to her.
To say she was confused when she awoke the next morning would be an understatement. She didn’t remember driving home or climbing into bed, but she was without a doubt in her own bed, tucked neatly into the covers with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on the bedside table. She squinted as the early afternoon light filtered through a break in the drapes covering her window. The last thing she remembered was sitting down at the bar while her friends partied at the club. She only had one drink, so why was she so sore and why did her brain feel like it was trying to high-dive into her stomach? At least sober Kagome had been nice enough to leave drunk Kagome the means to combat the results of her lapse in judgment. She reached for the glass of water and lifted to her lips when she noticed the post-it note stuck to the bottom of the cup.
“I look forward to seeing you again. Please call me. ~S.” The color drained from her face as the events of the night before came crashing back to her. This was going to be one hell of a hangover.