AN: I put the warning because it gets a little touchy feely. Nothing too bad though. If you guys think I should get rid of it let me know
"Live a little!" He said.
"It'll be fun!" He said.
"A few drinks won't hurt you." He said.
Those are your only 100% certain memories of last night. Everything else was a blur of stuff speeding together, like a movie on fast forward.
Lips on yours.
Stumbling into a bedroom not belonging to you.
A promise being made; a promise you'd forget in the morning.
Names being whispered, moaned, shouted.
"I love you" 's being exchanged.
Then sleep. Sweet sleep which was probably the best you'd gotten in years.
Too bad you had to wake up.
"Gnnnnnnn…" You groaned, grabbing your pulsing head. You cursed your friend Arthur for talking you into drinking; you'd just woken up and already this hangover was making you its bitch. You looked to see what time it was. It was the weekend after all; if it was too early you could always go back to sleep.
But your clock wasn't where it usually was. In fact, neither was drawer you kept it on…
Oh shit. This wasn't your room.
The blurry memories above ran through your head and you froze in place.
Then even your mind stopped as arms tightened their grip on you.
Did you dare look to see who it was you slept with?
Taking a deep breath and a gulp, you turned towards the loving embrace to see none other than Arthur.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening. Arthur…. Arthur was your friend! Your best friend! To be fair, you did have feelings for him and had for a while. But jeez! What ever happened to taking a girl out to dinner first?
You couldn't be too mad at him though. This was your fault as much as it was his. You already knew how crazy he got when he got drunk, and you had no idea what you were like.
Guess you know now.
"No, no, no, no!" You yelled, sitting up and waking the Brit next to you.
"________, it's too early. Go back to sleep…" He groaned. Then realizing the situation, he too sat up in shock.
To anyone else, the conversation that followed may have seemed humorous.
"W-why are you in my bed?!"
"I don't know!" You yelled, covering your cheeks with your hands before moving them to your eyes as you noticed something.
"Ahhhh ! You're naked!" You cried. He pulled the blanket over… (coughs) yeah, blushing furiously.
"S-so are you!" He retorted, looking away from your now exposed chest. You looked down and grabbed the blanket, also covering yourself.
"Why?!" You asked lamely, praying he wouldn't say what you were thinking, what was probably true.
"W-well…" he started, face still red as he scratched his head, "I uh… I guess we… you know…"
DAMN IT! He said it after all. You laid back down on the bed in defeat, putting the pillow over your head and screaming into it.
Because your face was blocked, you missed the sad expression on Arthur's face.
"We should… probably get dressed." He stated.
"You go ahead, I won't look." You promised.
Arthur got dressed and made his way downstairs. About an hour later, you did the same.
Arthur offered you tea and breakfast, but of course you only took the tea.
"T-this tea's pretty good. And I don't even like tea, so that's saying something!" Stupid. Why would you say that? Say what's really on your mind!
"Oh, thanks…" He muttered.
An awkward silence ensued that seemed to last for hours until Arthur took your hand in his.
"L-listen, ________. About last night…"
You nearly choked on your tea. "Y-yeah?"
He gulped, face turning red. "I just want you to know… that on my end, at least, it wasn't a mistake."
You saw red. "YOU MEAN YOU WEREN'T DRUNK?!"
"N-no! I definitely was!" He assured you, putting his hands up in a submissive manner. "I meant… I don't regret it."
At that, your face became as red as your sight had previously been, a dumbstruck look on your face. "Y-you don't?" Something about that phrase seemed familiar… but you couldn't figure it out.
"No. I've been in love with you for a while, _______. And while I'd rather we'd have dated for a bit first, I don't regret…" He seemed to struggle with the words "makinglovetoyou. The only possible thing I'd have to regret is not really remembering it, but since uh… it was my first time, that's probably a good thing."
"O-oh…" was your response.
" 'Oh'?! What do you mean, 'Oh'?!"
You didn't answer his question right away, as a clear memory was finally making its way through your brain…
Arthur kissed his way up your now naked body, positioning himself between your legs. You wrapped them around him, feeling needy.
"_-_______...." He murmured into the skin on your neck. "Promise me something before we go any further."
"Promise me that in the morning, you won't regret this…"
You looked at him in shock. To your drunken mind, this was such an odd request. You'd wanted him like this for years after all!
So you smiled, caressing his face and gazing into his gorgeous green eyes, and told him "I promise."
Arthur smiled back. "I love you, ______." He told you, pressing his lips to yours.
~ Flashback over! ~
"_______?! Are you even listening to me?!" Arthur shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You answered him, not with words but with actions. You crawled onto his lap, gazed into his eyes, and smiled, same as you did the night before.
"_-_________?" He asked, a little flustered.
"Arthur, I have no regrets either." You told him.
He gave you a confused look before smiling and caressing you cheek.
"Good." He said, pulling you into a kiss.
The next time you and Arthur had sex, you'd make sure you'd both be able to remember it.