Crys' POV

Harv and I stumble our way into the apartment at around 2:30 am, far more intoxicated than I had intended to be for the new year. As soon as I hear the door shut and get locked, I eye his sexy appearance hungrily. His shirt was already a few buttons undone, his hair dishevelled, and his slightly swollen lips just added to appeal. The further into the night we got, the harder it was for us to take our hands of each other. 

The sexual tension was killing me. 

I surprise him by practically running the small distance between us before jumping on him as I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck. Thankfully, he caught me easier than I thought he would, his warm hands holding onto my thighs with a firm squeeze. 

Staring into those chocolate pools for a mere moment, feeling the usual tingles that flow through me, I can't help but be amazed that this man is all mine. 

Our lips on one another again only moments later, the desire we both felt was practically radiating throughout the apartment. His soft pink lips were moving at a rate that I struggled to maintain in my drunken state, until the kiss began to slow so he could run his tongue along my lip. Feeling a little cheeky, I decide not to allow him access quite yet, though it doesn't last long when he surprises me by smacking my arse just hard enough to shock me. 

Not a moment later, I feel his warm tongue inside my mouth, just as my back hits the wall behind me. As our tongues explore each others mouths, our hands explore the bodies that lite the fire of passion that started all of this. 

With one hand staying on my thigh, the other roams up my dress until he gently grips my chest causing a small moan to escape my lips. While he gropes me at an agonisingly slow pace, I lightly tug on his brown locks in pleasure. My hands glide down his broad shoulders and chest until they're at the first button that needs undoing. 

When the last of his buttons are unclasped, something seems to click in his head, and I feel the wall behind me disappear. It takes a moment for my hazed mind to realise we're moving towards our room, and the excitement of what's to come adds to the fire burning through me. 

"It's a good thing we have the place to ourselves." I giggle. 

"You're telling me." He groans, joining our lips back together in a heated kiss that shot pleasure straight between my legs.

I've never been more thankful for an empty house in my life, Jeremy decided to stay with Evan, and James is staying with Scarlet to "make sure she's okay." So for the first time in a long time, Harv and I are alone and uncensored. 

The feel of soft bedding against the back of my legs, and the faint scent of Harv's cologne tells me that we're in his room. 

Sliding my fingers over his toned chest, I slip them under the shoulders of his shirt before pushing it off his body. I feel him shiver slightly, encouraging me to keep going. Sliding my hands down his firm chest, tracing the contours of his abs as they go lower down his body, gliding my finger over the exposed V-line that leads down to his pants. The twitching muscles amuse me, until I look up to meet his hungry eyes staring at me. 

Looking down to his dark jeans, I notice his hands are clamped tightly at his side with a slight twitch flicking them ever so slightly. My fingers moving to undo his button and zipper, I lower his pants down enough for him to shuffle out of them. Taking a moment to admire his lean but toned body, I have to fight to urge to check for drool. 

This must all be a dream, a drunken fantasy that I made up in my mind. 

Feeling bold for a moment, I turn Harv around until the back of his legs hit the bed. Pushing him a tad rougher than intended, I kiss him for a moment, pulling away much to his disappointment. 

Taking a few steps back from his nearly naked form, I turn around so my back is to him and slowly pull down my zipper to just above my bum. Looking at him over my shoulder, I watch him visibly swallow as I lower one strap off my shoulder. Turning to face him as I lower the other strap, I watch as his eyes follow every place my own hands touch. 

They follow as my hands slide the straps off of my arms, and don't waver when I lower my dress over my chest, down my stomach, and to my hips before I shimmy out of it the rest of the way. Standing in front of him now in my g-string, bra, and heels, I can't help but feel a little self conscious in front of this god-like man. 

Harv surprises me when he suddenly stands up, reaching out to pull my flush against his warm body. His hands tracing over each of my features and curves, much like I had done to him earlier. 

"You really don't know just how sexy and beautiful you are, do you?" He whispers.

The alcohol still in full affect as his words slightly slur, though it doesn't feel like we're as bad as we were when we first got home. Deciding to ignore the compliment, not really knowing how to respond, I turn us around and slide back on his bed after sliding my heels off. 

When I'm in the middle, I beckon him to me with a single finger. Without hesitation Harv crawls between my legs and joins his lips with mine. The heated kiss seeming to reignite the desire from earlier to a new level, compelling me to wrap my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck again. 

His warm hand slowly glides down my side until he rests in on my nearly bare hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. Needing some form of friction, I try to grind myself again his member, only to have his grip on my hip stop my movements.

Confused for a moment, I try again only to be stopped again my that mean hand. Looking up into Harvs hypnotising eyes, I see him looking down at me in thought. Leaning in for another kiss, I can't help the little voice that tells me this is different. It's not heated and full of passion, it's slow and... loving. 

As he pulls away, he lets out a breath before dropping his head onto my shoulder. Staying still in a moment of confusion, wondering what's going on until he lifts his head up again with a pained smile on his face.

"We can't do this Crys." He whispers to me, feeling like he just tipped a bucket of ice on me.

"W-What? Why?" I embarrassingly hear the whining in my question. 

"Crys, it's not like we've had sex before. Do you really want the first time between us to be a drunken one?" He questions, making my drunken brain try to think of reasons as to why we should.

"Yes, you can't honestly think I want to stop just as it's getting good." I plead.

"Do you think we'd remember much of it when we wake up again?" He reasoned, the smell of alcohol on his breath reminding me just how much we've had to drink.

I feel pretty good right now since we've laying down in a dimly lit room, but I know what he means. Come morning, a lot of this will be hazy, I barely remember how we got to his room at this point.

"Fine..." I grumble. 

Hearing him chuckle, he tries to kiss me again only to have me pull my hand between our lips. The confused look on his face makes me giggle before I decide to enlighten him.

"If we can't do anything then you can't keep kissing me, it's torture!" I laugh, shoving him to the side so I can sit up.

"Fine..." He grumbles back, making me giggle at his pain.

Walking out of his room, I hear him yell out to me.

"You're not going to sleep in your room because I won't put out, are you?" 

"No! I need the bathroom and some water." 

Walking out to the kitchen, I grab a glass of water and drink it quickly before stumbling slightly into my room for new undies, then over to the bathroom to relieve myself. Pulling the few clips from my hair, I run my fingers through it before heading back to Harv's room.

Seeing him under the blankets asleep warms my heart, the peaceful look on his face bringing me more joy than expected. Taking my bra off, I pull out his Jurassic Park t-shirt and slide in next to him for the night. The moment I get comfortable next to him, his warm hands wrap around my waist and pull me close to his nearly naked body. 

"Good night babe, happy new year." He mumbles, sleep already coating his voice.

"Happy new year, I'm happy I got to spend it with you." I tell him, making him wrap his arm around me tighter. 

After a few minutes, his breathing evens out and I know he's fallen asleep, I roll over so I'm facing his peaceful face. His smooth lips are slightly parted, the steady rhythm showing my movements didn't wake him. Snuggling into his chest, I relish in the safety I feel just being in his arms. Sleep taking over only moment later, as one last thought crosses my mind.

Just how bad is my hangover going to be?

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"Where the hell are they?" 

"Maybe they're in bed still?" 

"Go check." 

Ugh, my head is killing me. Did someone let me sleep with my head stuffed into a vice? And glue my eyes together? Uhh, I'm never drinking again!

"Crys, Harv, are you two decent?" Jeremy's voice floats through the haze of sleep.

"No, go away." Harv's voice mumble into the pillow next to me, his arm pulling me closer to him again.

"Come on, get up and come have lunch. We bought burgers and chips." He says, closing the door on his way out.

Food or sleep? I could really use more of both. 

Maybe I can go eat, then just come back to bed and wake up again in a week or two?

"Why does it feel like I'm back at mom's?" Harv groans, before rolling onto his back.

I sit up again the head of his bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before opening them to the well lit room. The throbbing in my head pounds harder, making me groan in pain, that is until the nausea takes over and I'm running out of our room to the toilet. 

Hurling up what must be everything I've eaten in the last week, I feel a warm hand rubbing my back soothingly before flushing the toilet and helping me stand. Being guided to the sink, I rinse my mouth out with mouthwash before turning to see Harv smiling down at me sympathetically. 

"You alright now?" 

"Mmm, sure. Besides throwing up in front of you, just peachy." I grumble.

"Shut up..." I whine, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning on his chest.

Can't I just go back to sleep here?

"Come on babe, let's go eat lunch. We'll feel better with food in our system." He encourages.

Shaking my head 'no', he sighs before picking me up. Wrapping my legs around him, I keep listening to his heart beat as he walks out of the bathroom with me wrapped around him like a monkey.

"Is she okay?" I hear James ask as we reach the little dining table. 

"Yeah, just extremely hungover." He tells them, sitting down so I'm on his lap.

I keep my eyes closed as I snuggle into his warm chest, loving the comfort until I realise his hands resting on my bare thigh. Opening my eyes too quickly, I see I'm in his top and panties. I flush with embarrassment for a moment, before the hangover takes away any care I have about it all. 

Hearing the boys chuckle at my movements, I want to tell them I've seen them in worse states, but I just can't bring myself to give a shit right now.

"Sta 'zitto." I mumble to my brothers, way too tired for their shit. (Shut up.) "We'll leave you be, but you have to eat. Come on Crys." James tells me once he stops chuckling at my painful state.

Groaning, I move to sit on my own chair and see a mouth watering cheese burger already there waiting for me. All the hangovers in the world couldn't stop me from eating as much as I can of this yummy looking lunch. As I eat, I realise everyone else seems pretty good compared to me.

"Why aren't you guy all groaning in pain?" I ask, once I've had half my burger.

"Well, Harv here didn't drink as much as you. And James and I are hung over, we just have eaten and had painkillers already. You did drink more than us too, which is a bit unlike you. I thought you didn't like being drunk?" Jeremy tells me.

"Yeah, well I'm certainly remembering why I hate it so much." I mumble, eating more of my burger.

"You seemed a bit off for a bit there though, sis. Did something happen?" James pipes in.

I stiffen at the question, remembering Travis being there for a bit. How I wanted to get as drunk as possible to keep the good buzz I had before he arrived. The conversation we had was crazy, that thankfully Harv was there with me.

Looking up at my brothers, I see the concern in their eyes. Harv gives me an encouraging smile before I take in a deep breath, preparing for the shit storm that I'm too hungover to deal with.

Why can't they be curious tomorrow?

Or in a week?

"Well, I saw someone I wasn't expecting to see there. It just caught off guard is all." I mumble, eating a chip slowly.

"Anyone we know?" Jeremy pipes in, confusion clearly over his face.

"No, it was Travis." I say quietly, wishing I could hide things from them.

"Who?" James asks after a moment of thinking about the name.

"Travis, my ex-boyfriend. The one I lived with before I came here."

Slowly I look up, only to be met with the seething looking faces of my brothers.

Shit.

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