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If you asked her, Lexi would deny having feelings for Fezco because for god’s sake, he’s a drug dealer. But if you didn’t ask, then maybe she’d get annoyed with the itch in her that’s trying to show that she’s not the good girl everyone pegs her as, and maybe she’d tell you herself.
It would sound something like this: “It’s normal to have dreams about your sister’s drug dealer, right?”
But of course she doesn’t have dreams about Fez. Or feelings. Or anything.
She just wakes up… in the middle of the night… breathing heavy… for reason absolutely unrelated to Fez.
“What the fuck, Lexi?” asks Cassie.
“What?”
Lexi opens her eyes, laced with sleep. Her sister’s staring at her from her own bed.
“You’re moaning.”
“What?”
“Who the fuck are you dreaming about?”
“No one,” Lexi says into her pillow, hiding her face from Cassie. “I don’t even remember what I was dreaming.”
There’s a pause, and then she can hear Cassie plop back into her bed, shuffling around the covers. “Weirdo.”
Within moments, Cassie’s breathing deeps and slowly turns into snores – and Lexi breathes out for the first time since waking up. She shifts in her bed until she’s on her back and her hand goes between her legs and—
“Fuck.”
She wipes her fingers on her thigh and sighs quietly. Her ceiling is dark enough that she can see the contents of her dream play out perfectly, like the recording of a play.
She went to Fez’s, like she goes all the time, except it was more than just… going there. She walked into the house and found Fez sitting on his couch, joint in his mouth, and she remembers how she straddled his lap with ease. His hands found her waist and he pulled her closer – she could feel his bulge underneath her panties.
His hands traveled up her back until they found her hair and tugged it a little, making her arch her back. Fez took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her neck and began trailing down her tank top as she started to move her hips back and forth—
The dream ended there. Lexi bites on the inside of her lip, feeling herself getting a little too invested in recalling it.
She stays up for a little longer, scared of what she’ll see behind her closed eyes. These dreams have been happening for a little over a month now, and they always end right before something happens, always leaving her hanging. Wanting. They never even kiss, let alone something more, and Lexi’s pretty sure that it’s because she doesn’t really want to dream about fucking Fez.
Even if a part of her thinks it’s because she doesn’t want it to happen in a dream for the first time.
Lexi turns on her side and ignores Cassie’s snores, willing herself to think about her homework, or school, or anything that’s not—
When she wakes up, sun shining through the blinds, she feels the wetness between her thigs again. This is not going to end well.
—
“Peer pressure if if your peers are pressuring you,” says Rue, handing Lexi a cup filled to the brim with vodka coke. “We’re daring you.”
“Yeah,” agrees Jules. “It’s a completely different thing.”
“See? Jules knows what she’s talking about. You can always trust Jules.”
Lexi rolls her eyes but takes the cup, still, to the hooting of everyone in their small group. It’s some senior’s birthday party so they’re all sticking together, kind of. Maddy and Cassie are off doing whatever it is that they do at parties and so are Kat and BB. Lexi thought she’d be safe with Rue and Jules and Elliot.
Joke’s on her.
“C’mon, Howard.” Elliot taps the bottom of her cup, grinning. “Don’t be a pussy.”
Lexi flips him the bird and downs the drink. She coughs a little as the others cheer and Rue pats her on the back – before she knows it, there’s another drink on the table, and she’s being dared to drink again.
Some time later—time flows in quite odd ways when you’re inebriated—Lexi finds herself walking up the stairs, latching onto the fence for support. Nate passes and she flips him the bird because she feels like it, and shortly after follows Maddy.
“Damn Lexi, you good?”
“Mhm.” Lexi taps her friend’s shoulder and giggles before doing it again. “You seen Cassie?”
“She’s upstairs. Want me to get her?”
“No, I’m good.”
Maddy walks down one step and turns around, eyeing Lexi, who’s currently pushing herself off the fence to start walking up. “I’ve never seen you so drunk.”
“Maddy,” says Lexi.
“Yeah?”
The younger Howard girl leans forward and plants a kiss on Maddy’s lips, pulling her in for a hug. “I’m in love,” says Lexi, only the ‘love’ comes out more like ‘lurv’ and Maddy laughs.
“Cassie would love to hear about it.”
“Yep.”
Maddy’s gone and Lexi finds her way to one of the upstairs bedrooms, going through each until she sees Cassie chilling on a bed, scrolling on her phone. Her sister only glances at her before Lexi plops down next to her, resting her head in Cassie’s lap as the room spins around her. She even wags her finger trying to follow the movement, but her finger’s heavy and there’s other things on her mind.
“Cassie,” she breathes out and giggles again. “Cassie.”
Cassie’s hands go through Lexi’s hair in soothing motions, her phone discarded somewhere on between coats and jackets. “Have you had too much to drink?”
“No, of course not. I’m not you, Cass. I don’t drink too much.”
“Right,” her sister says, chuckling. “Sure.”
Lexi grabs her sister’s chin—with a little more force than she wanted—and grins like a schoolgirl, like when they were five. “I’m in love.”
“Oh, really? With who?”
“Whom. Also”—her finger is pressed against Cassie’s lips—”it’s a secret.”
“We’re having secrets now?”
“Mhm.”
Cassie just stares at her for a long second before her hands are back in her sister’s hair, and she’s smiling down, nodding to herself. “Don’t get hurt.”
“I don’t get hurt.”
The soft, shaky sigh that falls from her older sister’s lips is anything but convinced, but for once in her life, Cassie holds her tongue. Lexi doesn’t quite notice the sentiment—she’s starting to drift off in the familiarity of her sister’s lap—but Cassie wishes to herself that her sister’s right – that she won’t get hurt.
She doesn’t say anything, though, and Lexi’s half-asleep when the blonde gives her a gentle push off of her. “We should get you some water.”
“Sure.” Lexi gets herself into a seating position, wiping the little drool at the corners of her mouth. Her eyebrows furrow, then, and she watches Cassie empty her glass and fill it with water from the bathroom. “Why aren’t you more drunk than me?”
“I’m not drinking tonight,” Cassie says, walking over with the glass. “Here. have all of it.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good, and so will you be, once you’ve drank up.”
Lexi downs the water and hands the empty cup to Cassie, who refills the glass. If Lexi could pay any attention, she’d see the eyeliner smudged at the bottom of her sister’s eyelashes, and the lines where tears have wiped the makeup off her face. But Lexi isn’t paying attention, so she doesn’t notice any of that.
The sisters walk down together some minutes later, Cassie to get something to drink and Lexi to go back to her friends. She finds them easily as they’re lounging outside by the pool, smoking weed, not having a care in the world.
“You guys seen Fez?” is the first question she asks.
Rue offers her a joint, but Lexi shakes her head. “Dunno man, don’t think he’s here today.”
Someone walks past Lexi and bumps into her, making her lose her balance and half-fall into Jules’s lap. Lexi flips them the bird and Jules wraps her arms around her friend, laughing.
“You can’t be thinking of getting into drugs,” says Jules. “If it’s weed you want—”
“No, it’s not like that! I swear I’m not doing drugs.”
Rue chuckles. “That’s what I always say.”
“I mean it. I promise.”
Elliot leans closer into the circle. “Promise?”
Lexi extends her hand and sticks out her pinkie. Elliot takes it with a laugh, and then they’re shaking it.
“It’s super secret,” she says. “But I need to see him.”
Rue nods, squinting her eyes and exchanging glances with the other two. “Super secret, huh?”
“Mhm.”
“Well, then I guess we better get our little spy to our good friend Fez, am I right?”
“I’m not a spy—”
“Lexi,” Jules whispers. “We can keep a secret.”
Rue nods, vehemently, and Elliot looks just serious enough with his little salute that even in her inebriated state, Lexi gets that they’ve figured out what’s going on and are promising to keep it a secret. Or, well, whatever they think is going on.
Lexi isn’t quite sure of that herself.
Rue stands up and offers Lexi a hand, then pulls her up. “Let’s get our Cinderella going.”
About twenty minutes later, Elliot pulls up at the front door Lexi’s seen a million times. Maybe not a million, but surely enough times to know that the third bar from the right has a little rust at her eye-level, and that the smell of it comes to mind with more ease than it should.
She tries to ignore the thumping of her heart in her chest when Elliot’s car ignition turns off.
Jules, from the backseat with Rue, tells her to have fun. Rue leans forward until she’s between Elliot and Lexi and gives her a pat on the back. “Go get your mans!”
“He’s not my—”
“It’s okay,” says Elliot, tapping her knee. “No judgement.”
“Use a condom,” adds Jules. “Better safe than sorry. Also cheaper than Plan B.”
Lexi feels like bumping her head on the dashboard with the flutters in her chest and the heat in her cheeks but she’s… she’s not going to do that. She’s going to do what she came here to do.
(She hasn’t really thought this out beyond arriving here, so that’ll be a surprise to her.)
Elliot reaches over and pushes her door open, shooting her a wink. Rue gives her another tap on the shoulder, and Jules whispers words of encouragement.
“Thanks for the ride,” Lexi says, getting out of the car. “Enjoy the rest of the night.”
“You too,” says Rue and then adds, “but not too much.”
Lexi flips them the bird, again, and they wait until to leave until Ashtray is peeking through the ajar door.
“Hey,” she says to the frowning boy. “Is Fez home?”
“What do you want?”
“I need to talk to Fez.”
“I don’t think—”
“Ash, who is it?” comes from the inside; Lexi takes a sharp inhale at the sound of the familiar voice, and she’s pretty sure Ash takes notice. “If it’s Leslie, don’t let—”
“It’s Lexi,” Ash says.
There’s no hesitation when Ash pulls the door wide open, revealing an only-sweatpants wearing Fezco inside, rubbing the back of his head in a half-asleep daze. Still, even like this, a gentle smile grows on his face.
Lexi really feels like she’s about to melt as she waves at him with a little “Hi,” and lets Ash close the door behind her.
“What are you doing here? It’s, like—” Fez looks around then drops his hands to his sides when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. “It’s the middle of the night.”
Oh, no.
“I’m sorry,” she says, stammering as she takes a step backwards. “I shouldn’t have come—”
“It’s fine, shorty, I got you. Don’t freak out on me, alright?”
Lexi just stares at him for a couple of seconds, realising the room has been spinning the entire time. Ash has disappeared off to somewhere, but she won’t really complain about that.
Her eyes drop to Fez’s torso. Back to his face. Back down.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, giving a little chuckle. “Can I have some water?”
“Yeah, sure,” says Fez. “Make yourself at home.”
Strangely enough, arriving here feels not very different to arriving to her house.
Lexi sits down on the couch and pulls her knees to her chest, her fingers rubbing the bared skin of her legs. She chose to wear one of the dresses Cassie got her tonight, looking a bit hotter than usual, but in front of Fez, it feels almost wrong. It feels like she’s not being herself.
Is she?
He pops up behind her with a glass of water and she takes it with a smile. Before he sits down, he takes the blanket off the nearby couch and drapes it over her, grinning as she chuckles at him. He’s wearing a tee now – Lexi tries to ignore the disappointment that washes over her.
“Thanks.”
“Anything,” he says in return, still with that cheesy look on his face. “How was the party?”
“Boring. You weren’t there.”
It’s the alcohol talking but—no, it’s Lexi talking through the alcohol. She pulls the blanket closer over her body, tucking herself in, watching Fez shake his head.
“You need me to make a party interesting?”
“Most people are boring to talk to.”
“C’mon, Lex, you’re like, the most interesting person to talk to.”
She shrugs. “You’re the only one who thinks that way.”
Fez shakes his head again and it seems to her that he’s genuinely agreeing, and maybe it would make sense to him. “Nah, shorty. I call bull.”
There’s a quiet moment, one of many Lexi has had with him. Just the two of them looking at each other, smiling ever so slightly, understanding what’s going through the other’s head. Lexi seems to be oddly aware of the proximity of his hand to her feet – if she moved just a little, just a few inches, shifted to the side, and pretended to accidentally bump into him or put her feet into his lap—
“What shit did people get up to?”
But she doesn’t move, and she tells him about the party, instead, feeling herself sober up a little. He laughs at her recounting of the events that were nothing short of boring, but he says she makes them sound memorable, that she makes everything sound like a story worth listening to.
It makes her heart beat fast again and she struggles to keep the stupid smile off her face.
Some time later, Lexi yawns for the first time, and Fez points at her. “You need to go to bed.”
“I’m good. I just need—” but there’s another yawn interrupting her, and she groans. “Okay, maybe you’re right.”
He gets off the couch and walks up to her, then extends both of his arms and quirks his eyebrows.
Lexi just stares at him.
“C’mon, shorty. We need to get you to bed.”
She chuckles nervously and pulls the blanket up to her chin, resisting the temptation to cover her blush. “I’m good here.”
“Nah, Lex, you’re sleeping in the bed. C’mon.”
“But it’s your—”
“And I’m good with the couch.”
“Fez.”
“This is not up for negotiation, shorty.”
Later, Lexi tells herself that if he hadn’t called her shorty so many times—there’s something about the way he says it that makes her squirm—she wouldn’t have let him scoop her up like a baby and carry her to his bed. Drunk her giggles as he pushes through the door of his room and knocks his head a little; her hands are wrapped around his neck and she rests her head on his chest, burying her face into his shirt to not wake Ash or Faye.
Drunk her also thinks about a different moment where he carries like this, over a porch – she’s in a white dress and he is in a black tux, and everything smells like roses, and their song is playing in the background.
But when she opens her eyes, they’re still at his place, and she’s wearing a skimpy black dress while he’s wearing sweatpants and a tee.
“Brace for impact,” he says, and then she’s bouncing off the bed like a rag doll.
“Fez!”
“Sorry, shorty.” He grins at her. “Make yourself comfortable while I get you the stuff.”
He turns his back to her, rummaging through his mess of a closet, and the stuff turns out to be quite a few things – another tee (that smells exactly like his fabric softener and Lexi definitely does not sniff it for a moment before putting it on later), sweats, and he leaves for the bathroom to give her privacy while she’s getting changed, and comes back with a makeup remover and a few cotton pads.
Lexi raises her eyebrows at him, but he’s still looking at the floor. “Uh, so this is Faye’s, and I don’t really know how to…”
His lips are still moving ever so slightly, but his eyes have caught hold of Lexi’s, lying on top of his covers, wearing his clothes. The way he looks at her—as if he’s never seen anything quite so pleasantly surprising—makes her wonder what his reaction to seeing her naked would be if this is just her fully clothed.
(But his.)
Fez clears his throat and scratches the back of his head, chuckling a little. “Looking good, Lex. I like the chill you better.”
“I know,” she says. The boldness of tonight has been through the roof, and she isn’t quite complaining as she gives a little smirk, thinking about how Maddy would look.
“Alright.” He sighs and gives her the items in his hands. “Do you need help?”
“No, I’m good.”
Except she’s not. He stays around to chat and when she tries taking her makeup off, she’s on the verge of falling asleep, and her hands are just sliding down her face in drowsiness latching onto her.
Fez doesn’t laugh at her, but he gives a little chuckle that makes her laugh, and then it’s him holding the cotton pad and wiping her face. He’s gentler than she expected, and she’s drunker than she thought.
Drunk enough to lean into his other hand, the one he’s holding her face still with.
“You have really pretty eyelashes,” she says.
“Thanks, Lex.”
“And pretty eyes.”
“Thank you.”
She smiles at him and her eyes drops to her lips, the words already half on their way out. “You are a very handsome man, Fezco.”
His hand pauses around her lips and the tiny hairs on the cotton pad (probably needs changing already) tickle the underside of her nose. His gaze is electric, and Lexi feels as if she just might get burned.
Gladly.
He clears his throat again and gives her another smile, gentle as ever, and lets go of her. Her face feels cold where his hand was.
“It’s getting late, and you’re already half asleep.”
Lexi nods and lets him tuck her in. His pillow smells like him, and it’s almost enough comfort in the dark room. It looks like Fez, everything in it – magazines scattered around the place, loads of notes and scribbles, and a PC. If it was anyone else’s bedroom, Lexi would say it feels empty, but not with Fez. It’s full of him, in every corner, in the way some of the notes are taped to the wall, slightly crooked.
His fingers brush the edge of her hairline. “Goodnight, Lexi.”
She watches him walk away and he’s nearly halfway out the door when she calls his name. “I’m scared.”
“You’re safe here,” he tells her.
“I know, it’s just…” She bites her lip and sighs. “I’ve not slept somewhere alone since my dad left, and I’m drunk and usually I’d be fine but—”
“What do you want me to do?”
She looks at him for a long moment. “Stay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” More than anything.
His hands are still on the doorknob and he seems to be wagering his bets. Lexi doesn’t want to know what he’s thinking, but she knows she wants him by his side. It’s not a ploy to get him into bed – every word she said was true. She is scared, and even knowing that Fez is in the other room, looking after her, it’s not enough.
He must read it on her face, because he nods and comes back in, closing the door. “I can stay on the floor.”
“It’s your bed,” she says. “I’m not making you sleep on the floor like a dog.”
Fez chuckles a little. He says nothing as he takes off his shirt – the orange street light is hardly enough to show off his physique, but Lexi catches it anyway.
She feels the mattress shift underneath his weight; it squeaks a little.
“You know you don’t need to worry ‘bout nothin’ when you’re with me,” he says. “I got you, shorty.”
Lexi just laughs, sleep taking over quickly, and alcohol working its last attempts at making her mind more scattered. She likes that she can feel the heat of his body next to her as she’s falling into dreamland, and she likes the thought that if she moved her hand just a little, she’d be touching him, under the covers.
Her thoughts take her to a land where this is the regular, where sleeping next to Fez is every night, and it’s somewhere from this land that Lexi scurries a little closer to him until her head’s on his chest, right below his chin, and her arm splayed over his abdomen. Neither of them are awake enough to notice, but just enough to know they’re comfortable. Safe.
Fez’s hands trace lines through the back of her—his—shirt until they fall asleep.
—
Through a haze, her eyes open and close with the weight of the world on them, and she presses her face closer into the hard pillow underneath her cheek. It smells like Fez – it feels like Fez – and the blurry vision in front of her looks like Fez.
She smiles through a yawn, liking the dream she’s having. Her head moves again and she feels him move beneath her, too, his hand on her waist brushing her gently.
Lexi lets herself relax into him.
The dream continues in her mind – he shuffles closer to her and kisses her forehead, and his hands slip beneath her shirt, outlining the curve of her ribs, the bottom of her breasts. He puts a finger underneath her chin and tilts it upwards, and Lexi finds herself shivering at the intensity of his gaze.
He leans in, and she wakes up.
Groaning, she pulls the covers over her head, but they scrunch differently than she’s used to, and the cotton of the fabric is rougher underneath her fingertips. The smell is different, too, but familiar, and it’s— it’s—
Lexi’s eyes shoot open. This bed belongs to fucking Fez.
She checks underneath the covers—she’s fully clothed, but she’s dressed in a tee and sweats that clearly belong to Fez, too—and her hands cover her eyes as memories from the night before start to pour in.
Rue – Maddy – Cassie – was Cassie crying? – the car – Ash – Fez carrying her – Fez’s hand on her face – the dream that she supposes was only partially a dream (how much of it was?) – and—
She pushes herself up, still a little dizzy, still with some alcohol in her system. Her forehead is warm when she puts the back of her hand to it, and her heart is racing from hangover as much as it is from her thoughts. It’s only when her breathing calms that she smells bacon.
Fez finally pops into the room, bringing two bacon sandwiches on a tray, with a glass of water and a box of paracetamol.
He grins. “Someone had a rough night, huh?”
“Fez, I’m so sorry—”
“Nah, shorty, don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’. I told you I got you whenever you need me.”
He’s wearing sweatpants and nothing else, and Lexi tries really hard not to stare. He gives her the tray and she grabs one sandwich while he grabs the other, settling onto the bed next to her, and she bites into it like a woman starved.
“Fez, this is delicious!”
He chuckles. “Any food’s delicious when you’re hungover.”
“Nu-uh.” She swats his shoulder. “Don’t put yourself down.”
“Sure, ma’am.”
She bites harder into her sandwich and ignores the tingles between her legs. “Are you sure you’re okay with me eating in your bed?”
Fez shrugs, leaning back into the pillow. “Means I get to stay in bed, too.”
Lexi devours the rest of the food and takes the pill, nearly emptying the entire glass in one go, much to Fez’s amusement as he tells her to chill out. He asks her how she’s feeling and she says she can tell just how much she had to drink last night.
“Sleep well, at least?”
She nods, then chuckles to herself. “When I woke up, I thought I was dreaming.”
His laugh is big and earnest, and he rests his head on his hand, looking at her. “Do you dream about me often?”
“No,” Lexi says, but the heat in her cheeks might be betraying her. “I dream about everyone.”
She puts the tray aside, placing everything back on it. From the living room, she can hear Ash playing video games, and Faye’s music blasts through the other side of the wall – some R&B song, loud enough so that her singing is drowned out.
“That’s cute.” Fez’s stare is intense, a little teasing with the grin. “What do I do in your dreams?”
“Nothing. We just— We just chill.”
“Just chill, yeah?”
Lexi’s fiddles with her fingers in her lap, feeling out the edge of each of her nails over and over. “Yeah. On your couch.”
“That’s it?”
“Mhm.”
He nods and looks away, and Lexi might be pulling this out of her ass, but it almost seems as if he’s disappointed.
Her mind flashes to her dreams, one by one, of Fez’s lips on her neck but never her lips, hands on her thighs but never between them, always so close, teasing, but never doing what she needs—
Lexi clears her throat, realising she’s holding her breath, and her heart is pounding in her ears.
A shot of bravery feels like adrenaline. “Fez?”
“Mhm?”
“That’s not all that happens.”
“Damn, shorty.” There’s a shakiness to the way he says it; he looks at her, but Lexi doesn’t miss the way his eyes drop to her lips, just for a moment. “What happens, then?”
The shot of bravery is gone and her mouth moves like a fish out of water, and nothing comes out. Fez moves his hand until it covers hers, just like he did it the first time she came over and they watched Stand By Me. His hand is warm, and firm, and decisive. They don’t break eye contact.
Still, Lexi is quiet.
Fez’s thumb brushes the back of her palm and then he’s bringing his hands to his lips, gaze unmoving; she shudders from the intensity.
“What happens next?”
Lexi tries to collect herself, but her words are a whisper: “You pull me closer.”
He lets go of her hand and her heart skips a beat – but he’s shuffling closer, then, placing his hand on her lower back with a gentle tug until she relaxes into it, following his lead – onto his lap.
“Like this?”
All she manages is a nod.
He takes hold of her hand again and kisses it again and whispers into it. She can’t tell what he’s saying, but the warmth of his breath on her skin and the intensity of his eyes that never leave hers send another shudder through her bones. His other hand is still on her back and his palm presses into it, ever so gently, and she knows he felt her shiver.
Like a traitor, the thought makes her shiver again, and her breath falters.
Fez lets go of her hand, letting it fall on his chest, as his fingers find his way to her back, tracing the hem of her shirt just enough to brush against her bare skin.
“And then?”
Lexi swallows; her mouth is dry. “You pull me even closer.”
His hands slip underneath the shirt and grip her waist, tugging her closer, and she finds herself where she’s been a million times in her dreams, but never thought she’d be in real life – feeling his bulge underneath her center, wondering if he can tell how wet she is.
She focuses on her fingers on his collarbone, until she cups his cheek, and he leans into it the same way she leaned into his hand last night. The grip on her waist tightens; she can hear his breath, as shallow as her own.
His thumbs push deeper into her skin. “Do I kiss you now?”
“No,” she says. “You kiss my neck.”
He approaches her neck with gentle eagerness; his lips on her neck are sinful in their chasteness, almost feathery touches. She cranes her neck to give him more space, arching her back into him, feeling her hips flinch forward on his lap.
She almost moans, like a fucking virgin.
Fez keeps kissing her, pulling her body closer until they’re almost chest against chest, his lips tracing the line of her jaw. His hands move until his thumbs are tracing the skin just below her breasts, and she’s shivering all over again. Her hips move against him, involuntarily, and he grips her tighter, pausing, and she feels nothing but his warm breath on her neck.
“Lexi,” he gasps quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t stop.”
She moves her hips in the same motion and he grips her again, his kisses becoming more rushed, more intense, until she’s half convinced there’ll be bruises to cover once they’re done. One of her hands is spread flat on the wall behind them, and the other is on Fez’s neck, her thumb brushing the cut of his jaw, reveling in the movement of his kisses.
He breathes her name again and then his hand is below is at the nape of her neck, tilting her head down to look at him; the gaze is intense, his pupils dark, and they’re both slightly out of breath already, and then he—
“Does I do this in your dreams, too?”
And he pulls her down, kissing her like a starved man, reading the movements of her lips and copying them until she’s in heaven as he slips his tongue into her mouth, his other hand guiding her hips.
They pause to catch a breath and Lexi chuckles. “It always ends before the good part.”
“Is this the good part?”
She nods, and he kisses her again, even more ferociously than before.
He groans and then he’s flipping them over, so her back is on the mattress and he’s between her legs, still kissing her like there’s no tomorrow – until he pulls back, looking at her.
“Are you okay with where this is going?”
Lexi can’t even say anything, she just nods, as much as she can, but he waits until there’s a “yes, please” and she feels like a fucking beggar.
He kisses her neck, just below her ear, and her hands run all over his back, and she’s so fucking happy he’s not wearing a top, that her hands are free to roam, and that her nails aren’t long enough to imprint themselves when she digs into him when he hits the sweet spot below her jaw.
His hands travel down, to the waistband of the shorts he gave her, and he slips inside them. His palm presses on her inner thighs, thumb applying pressure on the waistband of her underwear, tracing the hem, teasing her until she wants nothing more than—
His thumb brushes over her clit and she gasps, and then he’s applying light pressure, his mouth finding hers again, and she can feels herself already losing it.
“Fez,” she whispers.
He stops. “I’m sorry, did I do something—”
She kisses him, shaking her head at him, gives him a light push to wiggle herself out of her shorts, and kisses him again. “Keep going.”
He smiles into the kiss and his thumb goes back, and then her body tingles as he whispers against her neck: “You like this, shorty?”
If he calls her shorty one more time, she’s going to—
Fez’s fingers travel down, between her folds, thumb still moving in a figure eight, and he laughs as she lets out a quiet moan. She attempts to apologise, but he drowns it out by pushing a digit inside of her, eliciting another moan rather than whatever it was she wanted to say. He’s gentle but firm, going in and out, and Lexi likes it. She really likes it.
He puts another finger in, curls them both, and god, she’s arching into him and her hands are gripping at the sheets and he kisses her stomach and he says something but she doesn’t hear, so he says it again, and then one more time.
“I want to go down on you.”
All Lexi manages a nod, because if she opened her mouth, she’d be begging for it.
He pushes himself off of her and he takes of her panties, pressing butterfly kisses to the inside of her thighs, moving closer to her centre, making her wait again, until—
His tongue swirls around her clit, flat against her lips. Lexi’s body shoots up, and one of his hands grips her hips, keeping her steady. The other travels to her lower stomach, applying the tiniest amount of pressure – she takes hold of his hand, digging her fingers into his palm. It makes him laugh into her and the vibrations nearly send her spiralling; she bites her lip to not let out a cry.
She’s never been vocal during sex before.
He keeps going, firm and steady, and she can feel herself getting close when he moves his mouth away, wiping it on the inside of her thigh, and pulling her in for a kiss. She can taste herself on his lips, and it makes her quiver.
“We can stop if you want to,” he says.
“Fez,” she replies. “What makes you think I’d want that?”
She wraps her legs around him and pulls him closer, lips finding his, falling into the rhythm that already feels known. She can feel him pressed against her and she grinds a little, half delirious from need and want and desire, and he groans into her mouth. Her fingers dig underneath his waistband until she feels his cock, giving it a few light strokes, feeling it throbbing underneath her fingertips.
She takes his sweatpants off, and they laugh as she drags them down, and he tugs her top down, pressing innocent kisses below her neck. He climbs on top of her again and his eyebrows raise in question; she nods, and he takes her top off.
For a moment, he takes her in, and she feels herself blushing—bared—and then he’s kissing her again, his hands kneading his breasts, until the kisses start trailing down, his tongue flicking each of her nipples, sucking lightly.
God, she needs—
“You got a condom?”
Fez just nods, and she lets go of him. He gives her a quick kiss, an afterthought, before scurrying through his drawers. When he comes back, he goes to rip the condom open, but then looks at her with a cheeky smile. “Wanna give it a go, shorty?”
Lexi nods, because it’s funny, and unwraps the condom. She figures out the right side and puts it on, pulling it down bit by bit, with light strokes, feeling him tense up as she doesn’t take her eyes off of his. When she’s done, he leans down and kisses her, and then he’s gently pushing her onto the bed, the smile gone, and she’s sure the trembling desire is what he feels, too.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He kisses her cheek and it feels like something they can’t put the words to, and then she’s feeling him at her entrance. Her arms wrap around his torso and he pushes in, gentle, and then he’s full in and she gasps—he catches it with his mouth, muffles it, distracts her—and then he’s going in and out, slowly, letting her adjust, and her legs wrap around him, too, pulling her closer until they’re skin on skin, and he’s thrusting, and Lexi swears she’s never been fucked like this before.
(Because it’s not fucking. Because this is what making love feels like.)
He kisses her throughout it, stopping to catch a breath, and she laughs at the slapping sounds and he catches the laugh, too. She tells him that he feels so fucking good and he tells her that she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and Lexi knows they’re both telling the truth, as she arches her back and he hits deep, pulling her in, drawing her so close she feels like she can’t breathe.
Then they’re rolling, and Lexi goes on top, and it hits even deeper and she’s gasping for air. He holds her steady as she moves her hips forward, up and down feeling the friction, feeling her tits bounce but his eyes barely leave hers, as if he can’t believe this is happening, and maybe she’s still dreaming. Just to check, she pulls him in for a kiss and he’s hungry, and his hands press into her beck and he kisses her neck as she moves on his lap, closer, and closer, and his finger’s on her clit again and she’s—
“Swap?” he asks.
Lexi nods, shaking, and then he’s on her back, and he pulls her hips up a little and he’s breathing into her lips and he angles his hips, too, and thrusts harder and deeper and his finger goes back to her clit and he’s kissing the sweet spot again and—
And he’s grunting, whispering “you feel so good, you feel so fucking good” into her ear over and over again as her back arches again, and he holds her tight, keeps the pressure on her clit, and god this can’t be fucking happening—
Lexi feels her body stiffen, and her gasp is caught in his mouth, with a grunt, and she thinks that not even the worst hangover of her life can make this moment any less blissful. He’s still inside of her when he presses a chaste kiss to her lips and his head falls on her shoulder, both of them out of breath, laughing quietly.
He drops himself off of her with another quick kiss, and she thinks he can’t get enough of her the same she can’t get enough of him. He cleans himself up and when she reaches for his t-shirt, he shakes his head, smiling.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Lex.”
She leaves the t-shirt on the side of the bed, pulling him to her, instead. He takes a tissue and wipes her, kissing her as he does, his mouth travelling to the inside of her thigh again.
“Stop,” she says, “unless you’re planning another round, and I don’t think I’m ready for one yet.”
He laughs and presses one last kiss to her thigh, and then his hands are in her hair, massaging her scalp lightly.
“I can wait.”
Lexi smiles at him. He drops down next to her, kissing her forehead, and asks her to read some more of her play to him while they rest. She does, cuddled up next to him, as his hand is in her hair or on her back and he listens, chuckling at the right parts and letting out gasps at others, and Lexi realises that for the first time, she feels at home.