This Life ? (J.C)

[-7-]

"Just let me see it. I wanna see how crazy you really are." He grabbed her ankle, yanking her down the length of the bed. "C'mon, let me see."

"No!" She giggled. "I'll have to take my pants off."

"So? You basically wrestled me naked this morning, what's dropping your pants for two minutes? You've got on underwear this time, right?"

She buried her face in her hands—she couldn't believe that she was actually considering dropping her pants for Julian. She peeked through the cracks of her fingers, seeing that his heavy eyes were watching her.

"If I show you... you can not comment on my underwear. Got it?"

Julian was smirking like an idiot, biting his bottom lip with narrowed eyes. "What, are they like... granny panties, or something?"

"Don't judge me." She pointed at him, crawling out of the bed on her knees. She stood before him, watching as Julian got comfortable on the edge; his elbows on his knees, sitting with a slouch.

She inhaled deeply; despite being drunk, she was still apprehensive about dropping her pants in front of him. She unbuttoned the top of her jeans with closed eyes, slowly pulling down the zipper. "I mean it, Jules... don't laugh."

He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he waved his hands in surrender. He kept his eyes on her hips, watching as she moved the fabric down her legs until the jeans were at her ankles. His eyes grew wide for a second.

"Holy shit." He mumbled.

"Hey- I said no comments."

"You're wearing a thong? I was expecting granny panties, not butt-floss." Julian leaned forward; his palms gripping the edge of the bed.

"I have a chubby butt, I told you not to make comments-"

"Chubby ass, chubby tits... it's good, babe... it's all good." Julian reached out for Joy's hand, pulling her closer to him until she was standing between his knees. He held her hips, positioning her where he wanted her to stand. His left hand trailed from her hip to her thigh; his fingertips brushing over the scars.

Joy was holding Julian's shoulders, steadying herself; she stared at the part in his hair as he moved to get a better look at the damage she had done. She could smell his hair—that familiar boy stench that was distinctly his own.

The moans coming from the bathroom stopped, but Jules and Joy hadn't noticed. His hands tracked up to her hips again, his fingertips hooking in the elastic of her panties. He looked up at Joy with heavy lids; his top teeth pressing into his bottom lip.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" He spoke low; his breath hot against her bare skin.

She swallowed hard. "A little."

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Julian pulled her closer to his mouth by her thong, this time planting a kiss just below her navel.

"What about now?" Julian asked in a mumble against her flesh. Joy was unable to find her voice—staring back into his lazy round eyes. She nodded. "Why aren't you telling me to stop, then?"

Her jaw clenched; her hands tracking through his brown hair, stopping at the nape of his neck. "Because I don't want you to." She spoke barely above a whisper.

He smiled against her pubis; his hot breath making the fabric of her underwear muggy. Her breath hitched in her throat, trying not to make a sound. He looked up at her with lost eyes, slowly pulling down her panties.

"Stop." She finally managed to speak. She closed her eyes, feeling Julian pull away; her hands falling to her sides.

Julian sat leaning back on his elbows, staring at Joy's powder blue thong. She stared at him for a moment, confusion setting in. "You stopped..." She spoke dumbfounded.

"Yep. Now are you gonna pull up your pants, or are you just gonna stand there like a fucking tease?" Julian grinned smugly, wiping the tip of his nose with the pad of his thumb.

"Oooh, and just what are you kids up to?" Fab chuckled warmly, holding the strange brunette's hand—the girl that had been continuously moaning and groaning his name for the last thirty minutes.

Joy's eyes went wide, pulling her jeans up over her hips. She quickly buttoned her pants, yanking her sweater down. "Nothing."

"She was just showing me something." Julian winked. "It's just a rash; nothing  a little trip to the health department won't fix."

"Fuck you!" Joy exclaimed, smacking Julian in the side of the head, causing his hair to shift in disarray.

He was chuckling deeply, holding his hands up to block Joy's continuous smacks.

"Well, you kids have fun. I'm gonna walk my date out. Time is limited, unless you wanna play in the bathroom. That shower-head... super fun, just so you know." Fab winked, clicking his tongue as he shot them with his imaginary handgun.

"Asshole." Joy smacked him one more time as Fab was leaving the room with his lay.

"Well, what was I supposed to say? Oh gee, she was just showing me what self mutilation looks like." Julian chirped mockingly, making his voice baritone.

"Oh 'gee?' No, you could've left out the 'oh gee' part." Joy got to her feet, staggering back as she waved her arms to balance her equilibrium. Without Julian's hand in hers, the room was spinning again.

Oh shit—Julian had kissed her stomach. Not only that, he had tried to take her panties off. She vaguely recalled herself admitting that she didn't want him to stop.

She stood with her hands on her hips; silence hovering like a weight about to drop a thousand pounds. She couldn't believe she had let whatever had happened go that far. She was drunk. And looking at Julian right now, he was drunk too.

Hopefully, too drunk to remember.

"You can just sleep here tonight, it's alright." Julian spoke with heavy lids; his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he flopped back on the bed, rolling over on his side.

"Are- are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's whatever. Make Fabrizio sleep on the couch." Without opening his eyes, Julian sluggishly patted the empty space next to him.

Joy timidly climbed into the bed, knocking her shoes off into the floor. She settled beside him, slowly creeping her hand to the pillow above her head. She closed her eyes, facing opposite of Julian. The room was spinning faster now; her stomach like going down on a roller coaster.

Her eyes shot open when feeling an arm snake around her waist. Julian pulled her hips into his front, burying his face in her hair. She wanted to object—she wanted to remind him that she had a boyfriend, but anything was better than feeling the room spin.

"You smell like strawberries." He mumbled into her hair. "I hate strawberries." Joy suddenly became self conscious; slowly crawling away from him. Julian chuckled against her ear, pulling her back into his chest again. "I'm kidding babe, I fucking love strawberries."

She prayed he was too drunk to remember this.