Scream 4

Chapter 31

Your temple was throbbing and your stomach sloshed. You were... you wanted... oh yes. You wanted to take a bath and have a nice sleep.

Even knocking on the door seemed to be a chore for you, right now. Your arms felt like lead and you were dizzy. The door opened and oh, Emma was definitely mad, a little blue vein forming at the base of her temple as she gave you a thorough once-over.

"I'm sor..*hic* Sorryyy..." you retracted, not wanting to have an argument over coming home late. "Schtuff....Happened..." That was just it, you didn't know what else to say. You were more than likely to tell her the details in the morning, anyway.

"'Schtuff?' huh? I can see that," Emma retorted. Her eyes lingered on your mouth, for some reason. She could see the exact moment when it clicked in your head as you furiously wiped your own spit from your mouth and chin. She was probably not going believe you if you told her that no, there had been no kissing involved, but you couldn't really blame her because it sure as hell looked like it.

After just making it through the doorway, you fell against the wall, your face smooshing against the surface. Jeez, you didn't have that much to drink, did you? Only a couple glasses of wine.

Emma's hard exterior seemed to corrode at your sillyness. She giggled and helped you straighten up as you told her you needed to go take a shower.

"Okay. Into the door you go," she gave you a light push. "I put a towel ready for you 'cause I kinda already expected... This..." Her pointer finger went up and down as she looked at the state you were in. "I swear he's lucky I didn't see him."

Which was exactly the reason why you told him to leave before she did.

Emma left you to do your business as she walked away in the floral pattern blouse and tight blue jeans she loved to wear. Truth be told, that outfit honestly gave you bi-panic.

After starting up the hot water, you slowly undressed yourself, toeing off one heel and then the other. It came as a blessing that you had opted to go for a dress after all; your hands lacked the coördination to undo the button on any jeans you owned, let alone pull them off over your legs without falling over and hitting your head.

A sad memory overtook your mind without warning. You could almost feel Stu's long fingers hooking under your knees and snaking behind your back whenever he carried you to the bathroom, most times minutes after having had intercourse. You missed the sex, but the pinching in your heart told you that you missed him even more.

It was Stu who you thought about when you put shampoo in your hands and massaged it into your scalp. Stu was always the one giving you aftercare, only sometimes Billy. The former always handled you like you were made of porcelain after the deed had been done, sometimes taking over thirty minutes to wash you.

Things always worked well that way. Stu was soft with you, whereas you'd crawl to Billy on the days you craved a rougher fucking. And then there were the times where you took them both at the same time, Billy on top and Stu at the bottom.

You sighed, wondering where the two were now. Once your hair was lathered and as clean as you were going to get it, you rinsed your hair off and prepared yourself for a good night's rest.

You did not have to wonder where they were for very long.

*~*~*

You. Hated. Hangovers.

The sound that woke you up was the slamming of the door downstairs. It barely registered, though, through the haze clouding your head, so you weren't as alarmed as you should have been. The constant drumming against the inside of your skull certainly didn't help, which was unlikely to end any time soon.