indiscretion
Author: Nathalia
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Milk Chocolate #09 - indiscretion
Extras / Toppings: gummy bunnies (Three Word Wednesday: evident, illusion and tragic), malt (Trick or Treat: Miimei: However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them?), peaches (You have lots of energy and mental power available to complete unfinished business, which is what you should be doing rather than starting anything new at the moment), pineapple (My Chemical Romance - Planetary (Go!))
Word Count: 769
Story: Misfits
Summary: Dennis’ and Stella’s first sexual encounter.
Notes: They are both in their mid-twenties. This feels a bit disjointed towards the end.
“Are we moving too fast?” Dennis asked out of breath his fingers curled around the waistband of her panties. “We could slow down if you want to, talk or something.”
Stella looked around her room, the discarded clothes that started at the door to the apartment and that her roommate would make comments on the next morning and went all the way to the food of her bed. She was laying on her back with Dennis kneeing over her, his hands all over her. All they were still wearing was their underwear and she had just reached behind her back to undo her bra, was in the process of taking it off when she stopped to think about an answer to Dennis’ question.
They looked into each other’s eyes and Stella knew that for a second, they were both so close to realizing just what they were doing. The guilt was slowly tearing them apart and if they stopped or took it slow, if they didn’t hurry through this until it was too late to turn back, then both of them would change their minds.
She pulled Dennis down by his hair and kissed him forcefully while her other hand travelled down his back, her short fingernails leaving their marks on him.
There would still be enough time to feel guilty the next morning.
The warm body against her was the first thing Stella noticed as she slowly awoke. Had Joseph stayed over last night?
Memories of last night’s Christmas party start to return to her, that Joseph didn’t come because he wasn’t in the mood and that she had gone by herself to promptly run into Dennis there, that she had had a drink or two more than she could handle and that at the end of the night, she had found herself under a mistletoe with none other than her boyfriend’s roommate.
When she opened her eyes to find Dennis’ arms wrapped around her, it wasn’t really that much of a surprise. After that extended kiss, she must have taken him home with her -- his place wasn’t much of an option since her boyfriend lived there.
She counted to ten, waiting for the guilt to kick in but it didn’t. It was a bit of a relief but at the same time felt wrong because she was supposed to feel guilty about what had happened and she knew it. She should be panicking, waking Dennis and yelling at him and yet, here she was, completely calm.
“Didn’t know you were that much of a Red Sox fan,” Dennis muttered, startling Stella who hadn’t realized he was awake. “I thought the only said so to get on Joseph’s nerves.”
Stella looked over to the big Red Sox poster on the wall opposing her bed and had to grin. “I’m a good Boston girl. I root for the cursed underdogs.“
“So you like losers?” Dennis teased and Stella turned to look at him, shifting in his arms.
“I prefer people who lose fairly to cheaters or the Yankees.”
“Are you hating yourself already?” Dennis asked after a few seconds of silence, his voice now more serious and Stella could see in his eyes that he wanted to talk about this. He had deep brown eyes, warm and tender, and she realized now that she loved looking at them.
“The truth?”
Dennis nodded.
“No. I’m waiting for it to kick in but so far, nothing’s happened. I feel worse about not feeling guilty than about last night.” It was so easy to say it and she knew that that alone should be cause for worry. She and Joseph usually had a hard time talking about feelings even though he was constantly asking her what she was thinking. She would always hesitate, afraid to say the wrong thing.
“You’re a horrible girlfriend,” Dennis commented with a wink. “And I’m a horrible friend because I’m pretty much on the same page with you on this. Usually, it never takes that long for me to regret something. I’m really good with the instantaneous self-hatred and guilt.”
“We’re not going to tell him, are we?”
Dennis shook his head. “He’d hate both of us and I don’t want that and neither do you. We’ll just pretend it never happened and go back to how things used to be before. How does that sound to you? We could be friends again.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Before we do that and erase last night from our memories, how do you feel about a repeat performance? I mean, we’re going to pretend it never happened anyway.”