The red strings (FrUK)

Chapter twenty one

When I woke up the next morning, I looked around, but the room was dark. I could not get up either. "Huh..?" I groaned, trying to move. I rubbed my eyes and finally saw the horror. "Francis.....?" I said, horrified at his naked self on my naked self. "What?" I looked around more, and I saw we were in his bedroom. That is when the memories of last night came flowing back. "No, we only played the game though," I said, pushing him off. I tried to stand up but fell immediately. "My back... it hurts," I cried, holding onto myself.  Soon I heard Francis start to wake up. "What happened?" Francis asked, confused from on the bed. He looked around for a moment and finally saw me on the floor, holding my aching back ....naked.

"Oh no..." was all he could say. "Did we?" I asked, confused, and he started to freak out. "No, we only had some drinks and played that game," he said, getting up, but he slipped and fell. "Are you okay?" I asked, "oh my dear," was all he could say from the other side of the bed. I finally stood again as I pulled a blanket to cover my nude body. I looked to where Francis had fallen and saw.....

"Are those used?" I asked, horrified. He finally sat up, rubbing his head from the fall. There were about four condoms on the floor that looked used. "I think so.....since I slipped and fell on them so easily" Francis tried not to freak me out more. I fell to the ground, covering my whole body in the blanket. "I can not believe I lost my first time like this...and to...ugh," I said sadly, covering my face. I heard him gasp through the blanket. As I tried to stay hidden, I kept looking at the bright string on my finger, trying to distract myself. There was a slight tap on the blanket.

"Yes?" I asked, still hiding. "Can I come in?" He asked from outside the blanket. I made an opening, and he sat in the blanket with me, covering himself. "I am sorry, we were drunk" he tried to explain. "It is fine; I just did not want myself to lose it like that," I tried to explain sadly from the dark. I felt his hand trace up my arm and to my cheek. "I wish I could give it back. At least to when we are more conscious ..... to help.....make it better" he tried to apologize the best he could. "Don't worry, I am just disappointed that I could not even remember a thing," I said, looking back at the strings light up so brightly. I pushed the blanket off of us and stared into Francis's eyes.

"I am not mad that it was with you.....I just wish I could remember it," I said, looking away. I am so embarrassed right now. I turned my eye to look at him and saw his jaw open as he sat there in disbelief. "This is a perfect opportunity to flirt," Was all I could think. I went closer to him and placed my hand under his chin. "You will catch flies like that," I smirked, closing his mouth slowly. I noticed his cheeks turn red at this. "Uhh.....I..... we should get changed into clothes," he said, stumbling on his words. Francis pulled the blanket from under me and covered himself standing up. I pulled my knees closer, trying to hide my nakedness. "Let's eat breakfast after we finish" Francis smiled at me, winking. As if a sudden click in my heart started, I smiled brightly, nodding at his statement.

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As I stood in the shower, I tried to recall the events of last night. I was only able to remember flashes. Flashes of feeling myself breathe hard, or remembering the sounds.... from the both of us trying to catch our breaths. I was able to remember some of the feelings. Like how my heart was beating fast, or how badly it hurt....at first. I started to slap my head to snap myself out of it. "Ugh," I groaned, getting out of the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed some marks on my neck. I am guessing he must have put them there. I can not believe I barely noticed. I started to get dressed quickly to leave the bathroom.

Once I walked out of the room, I smelled something like pancakes. "Something smells good," I hummed, walking to the kitchen with a towel around my neck to hide the marks. I am sure Francis did not notice either; he would have started to freak out and apologize if he did. "The breakfast is ready," he smiled, placing food on the table for me. "Thank you," I smiled, taking a fork and eating. He soon joined at the table as well, with two cups. "I made you some tea," he smiled, pushing the cup in front of me lightly. "Thank you," I said as it turned silent.

"Listen, do you remember anything?" I asked, putting a spoon in the cup to stir the tea. He looked at me for a bit, then looked away, nervous. "I started to remember quite a bit. Honestly, I am a little mad I could not be conscious of it," he laughed, looking back at me. I have no idea what he means by that. "We probably should not tell anyone about this," I suggested as he nodded. "Agreed," Francis laughed, sticking some pancake in his mouth. "Do you remember anything?" He asked next. "Oh..... I mostly remember sounds.....and physical stuff.....like how much it hurt at first" I tried to laugh it off, but I saw how red Francis had gotten. Trying to keep his cool, he nodded, wiping sweat off his forehead. "I am sure more will come back," he laughed, looking down at his tea.

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