Dripping With Desire

So i decided to try something new, make things happen you know. Let me know what you think!:)

The all too familiar pain in my forehead and that gagging feeling in my throat was all I focused on for the first five minutes after I had woken up. I laid sprawled out on the couch with an even more fucked up Sawyer.

Scattered across the floor near the couch and the coffee table was four things. Beer bottles, shot glasses, an almost empty Jack's whiskey bottle and tissues.

Wait- tissues? What the hell did we need tissues for? I lifted my head and noted that we both had clothes on and Sawyer's zipper was up. With a sigh of relief I slowly eased me way up into a sitting position. Making sure not to get that instant urge to puke. I rested my head against the couch and closed my eyes. I near fell asleep before I heard rustling in the hallway. I shifted my head and saw Elijah walking out of a room.

He had a loose black shirt with grey sweatpants and his hair was messy. I just wanted to run my hands through it.

Elijah looked at me and quickly glanced at Sawyer with a smirk. "So, how was your night?"

"Don't remember." I sighed.

Elijah laughed. "Wonder why."

"Oh ha ha, it's your fault."

Elijah lifted his hands in defense. "Woah, how the hell is it my fault?"

"You are the one who has a lifetime supply of alcohol in their damn kitchen."

"Oh that."

"Yeah, that." I sat up from the couch and followed the snickering Elijah into the kitchen. A few more beer bottles scattered the island counter.

"You guys drank a lot last night." Elijah commented as he began to pick up the bottles.

"I was surprised at myself, also here, I can get this." I said grabbing the empty bottles from Elijah's hands. My fingers grazed over his and a tingling sensation burnt the tip of my fingers. It was like I touched fire.

"Well, aren't you being nice." Elijah crossed his arms and rested against the counter, watching me clean up.

"Well I think it's only fair for drinking most of your supply." With a burst of courage, I threw Elijah a wink, gracefully I might add, before turning around and throwing the bottles in the trash.

I turned around to let Elijah know I was ready for breakfast but I stopped before I could even open my mouth. He was staring at me. And not just an ordinary stare. It was that look. I tugged at my lower lip, trying to be discreet about my pink cheeks.

His brown, gorgeous eyes seemed to be held captive by my body for he did not look away. His eyes roamed my whole body. The way my body had that much power over him gave me an idea. Well, more of a personality change. Maybe if I made a move or even teased him, not that I was necessarily interested in him. Oh. Can't even fool myself.

My tongue raked over my lips as I met Elijah's eyes. "See anything interesting?" I bravely took a step forward.

Elijah's jaw clenched and he gripped the counter behind him. "Fuck yeah, your body makes me think of dirty, dirty things."

My eyes widened and I was shocked to say the least. In no way did I expect him to be so direct. I was pushed off balance and my new plan backfired.

"I-I-," I bit my lip, my eyes darting across the room trying to think of what to say. Before I could even part my lips to stutter even more, Elijah pushed himself from the counter and took two big strides before he was only mere inches away. His body radiated of minty freshness.

He lowered his head, his lips grazing my ear. "You should learn to stop stuttering, especially when my name is the next thing to come out of those pretty little lips."

I looked at him in confusion but all my questions went away when Elijah lifted his hand and caressed my face. His thumb moved over my lip and I parted them. He took that moment to graze his thumb over my tongue. Just before I sealed my lips to suck on his soft thumb, I heard a noise from the hallway. I jumped back and saw Sawyer walking in with his hand over his head.

"Morning guys." He looked up at us with a lopsided smile.

"Are- are you still drunk?" I asked, laughing at the state of him.

"What did I tell you?" Elijah lowered his voice, discreetly leaning into me.

"What do you mean?" I mouthed back.

"No stuttering."

I blushed at his response. Elijah only smirked back.

"Fuck, I think I am. But it'll wear off sometime, right? You guys made any food?"

"No, but I can you make you guys something. Anything you want, just tell me." Elijah asked, opening his fridge.

"Pancakes sound good to me." I said hopping into a barstool next to Sawyer.

"I second that. How'd you sleep Kyla?"

"Surprisingly well, the couch was comfortable."

Sawyer nodded in response. Elijah was mixing the batter when he turned toward us. "Guys want blueberries?"

"Oh yes please!" I exclaimed, blueberries had to be my favorite fruit.

"Yeah, thanks man." Sawyer grunted as he continued to rub his forehead.

Thinking back to this morning, I remembered the tissues. "Sawyer, question."

"What's up?"

"Why were there tissues in the living room?"

Sawyer straightened up, his eyes narrowed at me. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Sawyer rolled his eyes. "Damn Kyla, we had a heartfelt moment and we both started crying."

I began to laugh at the thought of that. "Really?"

Sawyer nodded his head, "Yes ma'am, we'll talk about it later though."

Sawyer ended the conversation short as he eyed the pancakes that were placed in front of us.

Elijah sat in the barstool next to me and poured syrup over his three stacked pancakes.

"This looks delicious!" I grabbed ahold of the blueberry syrup. Told you my favorite fruit was blueberries.

Elijah glanced at me, licking the syrup that got on his fingers. "So do you."