The Missing Piece(Closed to Scuttle Buttin')

He could feel her mounting frustration as he'd let her get close, then release her clit from his tongue again, letting her calm just a bit each time he did. It was amazing how wet she was, his lips and chin glistened with it, his mouth full of her taste, and still he wanted more. His eyes alternated between falling closed to enjoy the sound and the feel and the taste of her, and opening to look up her body, her shape so breathlessly sexy from his angle, her body contorting in the pleasure he knew he was bringing her. In all the times he'd thought of moments like this one, it was never this good.

His tongue left her clit again, and he grinned slightly at her whimper, loving the perfect agony he heard in it. As good as it was, though, he wanted to make her cum. He wanted to pull that from her body, for it to be his mouth that made her quiver with the waves of her orgasm. His tongue moved back to her clit, and his eyes fell closed again, focusing intently on the way he teased her, his hands still on her firm breasts, still occasionally and randomly teasing her nipples, never letting her body anticipate when it was going to happen next.

He grinned just slightly, just for a moment, as he felt her reach the tipping point, and he didn't back off this time, his attention still focused on her clit. He felt her body shudder as her orgasm ripped through her, his mouth moving with her hips as she rode the wave of it, her voice arousing him to the point of insanity.

Finally, after he felt her coming down from it, and with one final long lick against her slit, he pulled his mouth from her smooth pussy, a grin curving his lips as he looked up the length of her body to her face. Sliding her legs off his shoulders, his body began to move above hers, pausing only for a moment to swirl his tongue around one of her nipples before continuing on. He moved up until his face was even with hers, and the swollen head of his cock brushed across her mound. His eyes focused on hers, his lips still glistening with her juices, her taste still everywhere in his mouth, and without a word his hips moved forward, the head of his cock slipping between her folds and entering her slowly.

Maya couldn't keep the satisfactory smile off of her lips as Ryan slowly released her legs from his shoulders, his body moving over hers. She kept her eyes closed, a soft purr of excitement leaving her lips as she felt his tongue rolling over her puffy nipple before she could see the shadow of his face hovering above hers.

A shudder racked her body as she felt the throbbing head of his cock brush over her smooth slit, causing her to gasp softly, her mind rushing with a million thoughts as she realized what was about to happen, knowing that it was going to change everything for them but at the same time, she couldn't even begin to describe how badly she wanted him.

Slowly, Maya allowed her eyes to open, to look deep into the glowing embers of emerald that shone down upon her. Reaching a hand up, she placed a hand on his cheek that was still glistening with her juices, a tender smile on her face.

A soft gasp escaped her full lips as she felt his throbbing member sliding into her entrance, his hips slowly pushing his length into her, his eyes gazing into hers as she couldn't contain the moan that he was causing her, his size unexpected, yet glorious. He was fairly large, and she knew that from when she had gone down on him. She could feel her walls slightly stretching to take him into her depths, her walls gripping and quivering around his member as her arms wrapped around his back and her fingers lightly dug into his flesh, a series of soft gasps leaving her lips as she quickly became accustomed to his size, a deliriously happy smile on her face.

Removing one hand from his back, she ran her fingers through the back of his hair, tangling her fingers into his sandy locks before gently pulling his face to hers, his mouth to hers. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly as she smiled against his lips, her teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip until he opened his mouth, her tongue playfully dancing with his.

Once he'd entered her, he couldn't stop. It would've been utterly silly to try, because his body had a mind of it's own at this point. While this was a big step, there was no doubt about that, it was made significantly easier by the fact that she'd had his cock halfway down her throat just a few minutes ago, and mere seconds ago she'd cum because of the way his tongue teased her clit. They were far beyond a little grope and kiss in the ocean at this point.

His hips pushed on, sinking himself further into her pussy, her grip around him exquisitely tight. He smiled down at her as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, unable to contain a quiet groan as he pushed deeper into her still. He lowered his mouth to her own, all but certain she'd be able to taste herself on him still, and when her teeth nipped at his lip a shadow of a grin passed across his lips, and he parted them to allow her tongue entrance, his own seeking hers out.

As her tongue passed his lips, he arched his hips, the last few inches burying inside her suddenly. He gasped into the kiss, every inch of his cock surrounded by her, and he remained with his hips against hers, simply enjoying the feel of her smooth and wet and hot and tight around him. After a moment of holding himself inside her, he began to withdraw slowly, his cock slick with her wetness now, and his tongue continued to dance with hers.

His hips pulled back until it was just the tip left inside her and then, grinning just slightly into the kiss, he arched his hips forward and pushed himself fully into her pussy in one long, smooth, fully stroke. He broke the kiss as he did, his mouth open but still against hers, and couldn't help but to moan against her mouth.

Maya could feel his cock sinking into her, could feel each and every inch pushing deep into her pussy, her walls quivering and gripping onto him like a vice, sucking him in like a deep hole, and trying to force him out at the same time. When feeling his lips curving up into a smile as she nipped at his lips, she couldn't stop her own lips from mirroring his into a smile, her hand tangling deeper into his hair as her tongue found his.

She was caught up in tasting her own juices on his tongue, of wrapping her tongue around his own tongue, that when he stuffed the last few inches of his throbbing member into her sex, a whimper left her mouth and flowed into his, her fingers holding onto him tight. She was thankful that he gave them both a minute to get used to the new sensation, every inch of his cock being surrounded by her hot, wet, tight walls, quivering and holding onto him like a vice.

She parted her legs a little more as she felt him start to move his hips back, withdrawing his member from her depths each inch at a time, his lips fuzed with hers while doing so, his tongue dancing with hers as he smiled against her lips before his back arched and he drove his cock home, one swift thrust forcing his cock balls-deep into her hole. The same moment he broke the kiss to moan against her lips, she moaned loudly, her back arching at the bliss he was bring upon her small frame, her heart beating fast as they were in perfect sync.

His eyes flickered open as she moaned with him, their bodies joined completely together again, and he couldn't help but to grin down with her. Virtually everything they did together, whether going to the beach as they did today, or watching a movie, or going to the mall, or any other of a hundred different things, there always seemed to be a fun, playful air about it. And somehow, this was no different. It represented a fundamental change in their relationship, there was no doubt about that, and neither of them were likely to burst out laughing at any point - he certainly hoped, at least - but still, being with her, being inside her, feeling the way her body responded to his, and seeing if he could push any more of the right buttons with her... it was undeniably fun.

He felt her arch under him, and again he held himself inside her for a moment, his eyes falling closed as his mouth moved against hers again, his tongue seeking her out once more. He could still taste her, so he knew she could taste herself on him as their tongues moved together, and it was undeniably sexy.

His hips began moving again, slowly pulling out of her inch by agonizing inch, and as soon as he was about to slip fully from inside her, he drove himself deep inside her again, feeling his heavy balls against her as he did. He didn't pause this time, however, his cock moving within her again, his hips pulling back from hers. He withdrew from her again, each movement inside her tight, smooth pussy an exquisite and erotic torture, and this time he stopped with only the head of his cock inside her, and held himself there. The corner of his lip curled just slightly into a faint grin, there for only a second as he kissed her urgently, deeply, and he felt her hips rocking, arching, trying to urge him back inside her again. He pushed forward just slightly, feeling himself sink into her just an inch of so, and then he backed out again. He grinned again as she exhaled a quiet, frustrated groan into the kiss, and again he pushed his cock just a little further into her again, then back out once more. He could feel her grip on his hair tightening as he teased her with his cock, and he couldn't help but to do it again, loving every moment of the way her body squirmed under him, trying to coax him into taking her. He teased her in this way for a few moments, shallow strokes into her pussy, taking her with just a fraction of his length, before burying himself fully inside her again without warning, his mouth open again, groaning aloud.

Maya's eyes had fallen closed a long while ago, her breath panting against his face and neck before he consumed her mouth with his own once more, his tongue brushing against hers in the heat of the moment, her juices still lingering on his taste buds, making her smile from the erotic nature of everything that was happening between the couple. If you would of asked her if she had this in mind at the beginning of the day, she would say not in a million years, but here they were, and she was loving every minute of it.

As he began the erotic dance, she could only hold onto his body and try to prepare her body for what was about to take hold of her every limb. Try being the operative word. Truth was, one simply couldn't prepare itself for the paralyzing bliss and pleasure that racked her body each time his hips would pull from hers, before driving his cock back home into her depths, eliciting a moan from her full lips that were pressed against his.

When Ryan pulled himself from her and then only buried the head of his cock inside of her depths, she knew that he was about to tease her. She could feel his lips curved up into a smile against her own lips that were pouting, his cock pushing in slightly before pulling back out. She whimpered against his lips from the loss of his cock, her fingers tightening in his hair, and on the flesh of his back as she wrapped her legs around his back, tightening her grip on his body, trying to make him enter her once more, desperately needing him to.

Just like when he had been teasing her orally, it was the point of knowing when she was about to cum, and robbing her from that pleasure. She could feel her body clinging to the peek of her orgasm, wanting desperately to crash over that cliff, to go swimming in the orgasmic waves, but he was teasing the hell out of her. She was about to loose all hope when she felt his hips slam forward, his cock burying completely inside of her walls as her head fell back on the bed, a loud groan leaving her lips as she fell off that cliff, plunging right into the waters as her pussy gripped down on his cock like a rubber glove, squeezing him for all she was worth as her back arched and she couldn't stop the moans from leaving her lips, her chest panting as she fought to catch her breath.

It took her a few moments after her orgasm for her to regain her composure, or what she could of it but when she did, she smiled sexily up at him before gripping his body and rolling the two over on the bed. This reminded her of earlier when she had been in this same position, her hair hanging like a thick curtain of satin dangling around the couple as she smiled sexily down at him, her hips rolling teasingly against his.

"God, you're going to kill me." She said breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she placed a hand on his chest before raising her hips and then dropping them back down, a soft moan leaving her lips before she repeated the action. While looking down at him, she slowly raised her hips until the head of his cock was the only thing remaining in her entrance. She slowly dipped down a few inches before raising again, being the one to tease him. She continued the process, not allowing him to enter her fully until it looked like he was going to beg her.

At this point, May's smile turned into an outstretched grin as she tightened all her muscles in her walls and then dropped her hips down on his, taking his full length into her depths. She heard his moan, but gave him no time to recuperate, raising back up, tightening her muscles once more, and dropping again.

Filling her again after the teasing was, simply put, delicious. He couldn't believe how good she felt around him. He'd had sex, of course, and with what he supposed was his fair share of women, but it wasn't like this. Maybe it was the trust they shared with each other, maybe their bodies just fit well together, maybe she was just wonderfully skilled and he was more along for the ride than he realized, but his head practically spun with the intoxication of it all.

Her head fell back as he felt her cum for him, around him, on him, and he grinned as her neck was exposed to him, a thought occurring to him. Lowering his head, he let his lips sink into the hollow of her neck, the tip of his tongue brushing across her skin, and he knew when he felt her body tense further that he'd found the spot he'd previously only heard about. Her breathing was hard as her orgasm echoed through her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly, pressing her firm breasts to his chest before drawing them away again. He felt her begin to come down and his lips left her neck, eyes opening to look down at her. A slow, crushingly sexy smile spread across her lips, and he felt her legs tighten around his waist. Before he could even register what was happening, she was above him, her hair hanging around their faces again and her hips were down against his, her pussy still tight around every inch of him. He couldn't help but to groan as her hips rolled, and his lips curved into a grin at her words.

He was about to reply when her hips moved up, then dropped quickly back down, and every word in his head was dashed away with that one swift movement, replaced only by a carnal moan and an arch against her. Holy... fuck! he thought somewhere, somehow, and he lifted a hand to one of her breasts, fingertips again teasing the nipple.

She moved up the length of his cock again and he prepared to feel her drop back down again, but instead she only moved on him a little, teasing the head of his cock the same way he'd teased her. He grinned up at her, fighting the urge to reach out and grip her hips and pull her down onto him, his voice a bit hoarse and breathless as he said, "You.. have no idea how... fucking good that fee-" his words were cut off as she grinned down at him and sank back fully onto his cock, and he arched against her, his words swallowed up by the moan that passed unrestricted over his lips. He barely had time to fully register the electricity she sent through his body when she was rising up again, and this time time, prepared to be teased again, he was caught of guard as her pussy dropped down the fully length of his cock again, "Ohmyfuckinggod," spilling over his lips, and as he watched her hips rise on him again, he found himself completely under her control. He knew he'd cum soon if she kept it up - he'd cum like a fountain if she kept it up - but he couldn't stop her if he wanted to. The way her lean body looked as she rode him was breathtakingly sexy, and the things she was able to do to him as she did was unbearably erotic. He needed to cum, more with each expert stroke for her tight, smooth pussy, and he didn't want her to never be riding him like this. It was impossible to decide what he wanted more. There existed a decent possibility he couldn't have recalled his name right then had you asked him, either, though.

Maya couldn't keep the smile worthy of pride off of her lips as she realized just how much she was affecting him, affecting his words, his actions, his body, his pleasure. She really felt like a sex goddess at this minute of interaction than ever before. She didn't know what it was, but she was loving it.

She could hear the moans leaving his lips, feel his eyes on her body as she rode him with her muscles tightening up each time she dropped her hips, the unbelievably sexy way that he made her feel was completely ridiculous. Reaching a hand up, she pushed her hair out of her face and back behind her before sitting her body completely up on his, her back straight as she began to lift her hips in a more synced rhythm, her hips driving down on his a few times at a good pace before she dropped her hips and with a moan, began to grind her hips against his in a circular motion, her throbbing clit getting hit, which made her whimper in pleasure.

Smiling down at him, she ran a hand between her legs, patting her throbbing clit a few times before she began to raise her hips up his length once more, and then back down on his body. She began to build an increasing rhythm, her hips getting quicker every few moments, her moans wild and abandoned as she tilted her head slightly back toward the ceiling, her body building toward another orgasm, her juices leaking all over him as she began to wonder what it would feel like if he just completely ravished her until the point of both of their orgasms hit and hit hard.

He watched her intently as she rode him, each time she dropped her pussy fully onto him drawing a moan from his parted lips, and his eyes openly roamed her body, the excited flush in her chest, the perky and enticing shape of her breasts, her flat stomach, and the flare of her hips as they moved on him, all of it the picture of sexual perfection on him.

A grin was on his lips momentarily as he watched her hand slip between her thighs and tease her clit for a moment, something he would've called ridiculously sexy if he had a brain that functioned and produced words and could think of anything besides the amazing feel of her pussy around him.

The mixture of her grinding and bouncing hips only served to drive him further crazy, and his hands slid down her body to her hips, gripping them lightly and helping her to move on his throbbing cock. He knew he was going to erupt soon, that she was driving him expertly towards it, and the result would as inevitable as a truck full of flammable material headed towards a wall at high speed: There would be an explosion, and it would be loud, and long, and incredibly hot.

In mere moments, even quicker than he expected, her pussy moving on him brought him to that point, and he realized she was close herself. Clenching his jaw, he put every ounce of effort left into his body in holding off until she was about to cum as well. He could feel her wetness coating him, coating his balls as she rode him, to the point that he wouldn't be shocked if there was a wet spot on the bed.

He saw it in her face just a split-second before he felt it, through her legs against his and her hips dropping onto his and the tight grip her pussy had on his cock, her orgasm hitting her and sending a shudder through her body, and he erupted in that same moment, his cock spasming inside her, once, twice, three times, perhaps more, he couldn't function enough in that moment to count any higher, but he knew that each jerk of his cock filled her with just that much more of his cum, and it only made his orgasm that much harder.

His breathing was ragged as he finally started to come down, chest heaving, trying desperately to get oxygen to every muscle in his body after the exertion of the orgasm she'd just pulled out of his body. He was sure he'd moaned, he may've even been quite loud as they were cumming together, but he found he truly couldn't remember either way. All his mind had was the mind-blowing sensation of their bodies, connected through his cock buried fully inside her clenching pussy, riding out their simultaneous orgasms together.

"My.... god... Maya...." he said through deep breaths, and reaching up, he moved his hands around her face, then pulled her mouth down to his, kissing her deeply and urgently, his tongue lashing across her lips and then, when she gave him entrance to her mouth, across her tongue. Her breasts were firm pressure against his chest, he was aware of her hard nipples against his skin, and the head of his cock, still deep inside her, was still amazingly sensitive, drawing a quiet moan from him as her hips shifted and her body lowered into the kiss. His hands slipped from her face, fingertips trailing down her neck, over her shoulders, and then down her back, tracing her spine to the small of her back before trailing back up, twirling absent shapes on the soft, smooth skin of her back. He was still fully inside her, their hips together, and it was exactly how he wanted to stay, simply reveling in the feeling of her body so smooth and sexy against his own.

Maya's body was aching, craving, dying for release. She had already had two orgasms in their 'playtime' and she was highly grateful for both of those, but she knew there was an even stronger orgasm waiting inside of her body, begging to be set free, to crash over her body, leaving her paralyzed with pleasure and pure bliss. She could feel her wetness coating his cock, could feel the throbbing of her clit, the burning sensation in her stomach.

With each drop of her hips, and each thrust of his hips, sending his cock deep into her pussy, she couldn't catch her breath, which left no time for her to let her body relax, which left her vulnerable. She felt his hands on her hips and as he brought her hips down on his one last hard time, her orgasm tore through her like a hurricane, doting on her fragile state as she threw her head back, arched her back forward, and began to cum hard on his cock, her body shaking in pleasure.

Subconsciously, she could feel his cock jerking within her walls, could feel his hot sticky seed shooting deep within her walls, coating her depths with his baby-making seed. But she couldn't even think about that consciously, she was beyond lost in pleasure for a few minutes, his voice bringing her out of her thoughts and her realm of bliss as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts raising and lowering with each breath she took.

When he brought her mouth down to his, she obliged his wishes by returning this kiss, opening her mouth to his probing tongue, and tangling her tongue with his tongue. She could feel he nipples digging into the flesh of his chest, his hands bringing her body down onto his own. She slowly shifted her hips, allowing her body to lay on his as she indulged with the kisses he were giving her, a satisfied smile on her lips as she cupped his cheek, her breathing slowly starting to calm.

Maya could feel his hands on her body, his tender fingertips tracing patterns on her skin, she enjoyed it. Slowly breaking the kiss, she pulled back and looked down at him with a glow on her face. Slowly and carefully, she maneuvered off of him, his cock slowly sliding out of her tight and sticky depths, plopping onto his stomach.

She kept his eye contact as she lowered her mouth over his glistening cock, her mouth cleaning up his juices expertly as she bobbed her head down on his cock from head to base until she knew he was clean of her juices. Bringing her mouth up his length, she let her tongue roam before she flickered her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, enjoying his moans before she let his cock lay back on his stomach.

Exhausted, Maya slowly made her way back into his arms, her head laying on his chest as she let out a deep breath, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest as she looked up into his eyes with a smile.

They were slowly coming down together, both of their chests rising and falling in a slower rhythm, and he could feel his heart rate starting to fall for the first time in... how long? He had no idea what time it was. Or what day it was, actually. 4:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday? 2:45 in the morning on Christmas Day? He had no concept. Their sex may've lasted ten minutes or ten years, right now he couldn't tell the difference between the two.

As the kiss broke, he opened his eyes and smiled up at her, the curled locks of her hair a shroud around their heads. He felt her hips move on him, the head of his cock still unbearably sensitive, and his mouth fell open, eyes half-closing as he groaned at the feeling of her warm and smooth pussy left him. He missed it instantaneously.

His eyes opened fully again, and he held her gaze, watching her as she began to move. When she didn't lay next to him after moving off of him, his brow furrowed slightly in curiosity until he realized, and then her mouth was around him, no doubt tasting the mixture of them on his cock, and he arched his hips slightly, a low moan escaping his throat as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. It was unbearably sexy to watch her taste them mixed together on him, and he had to fight the urge to close his eyes and be lost in the feeling of her mouth so skillfully moving on him again, the desire to watch her still so strong within him.

She took him fully in her mouth again, his cock still firm and the head again against the back of her throat, and his eyes widened and he gasped upon feeling it. He may've momentarily forgotten she could do that, so unprepared he was for it to happen, and he was certain another few drops of his cum were drawn from him by her mouth. She either didn't mind or didn't notice, he couldn't tell which, and soon her mouth was rising back along the length of his cock and swirling again around the sensitive head, drawing a final moan and arch of the hips from him.

He smiled as she released his cock, which he thought might finally begin to grow soft now, and happily slid his arms around her smooth, naked body as she sank against him. One hand around her body, he stroked the smooth skin of her hip with the back of his thumb, and with his other hand in fingers played in a few strands of her loose hair, twirling it around his fingers. He sighed contently, and found that at this moment, with her here in his arms, their naked bodies together, he didn't have a care in the world. His car could be out front entirely engulfed in fire, and he knew he couldn't be bothered to move from this place.

They had to talk. There was no doubt about that. Either this was the beginning of something more, or he'd just fucked his best friend in the world. Whichever one it was, that changed things. They always said, "Best friends, no matter what," but he didn't think either of them thought that this might be one of the "what's" that they would have to deal with.

But... later. Right now, there was her sensual body, the smell of their sex in the air around them, the smell of her hair so near his nostrils, and the utterly relaxed feeling that had taken hold of every muscle in his body. They'd talk later. Right now, he just wanted to touch her body, and smell her hair, and live in their sex.

She could feel his hands in her hair, on her body, his warm breath coating her neck and face as she layed in his arms. She could feel her body relaxing in his arms, as if she were meant to be in this spot at this time, as well as his body content to lay with hers. Everything seemed like a dream, a dream that she never thought would come true. How had this even started? And what did it mean for their friendship? She couldn't just start dating Ryan, could she? He was her best friend, she'd never want to loose him over something as stupid as a relationship, or sex.

Shivering at the thought Maya lifted her eyes to look up at his strong jaw, his closed eyelids, his lazy fingers in her hair. With a tender smile, she slowly sat up, out of his arms, reached across the bed, grabbed her blanket and pulled it up both of their bodies. She placed a soft kiss on his lips that only lasted a brief moment before laying her head on his chest once more, her arm wrapping around his waist before pulling the cover up over her arm and shoulder, laying across his chest.

Maya had no idea what tomorrow would bring for them, what words would be shed, what emotions would light be braced upon, nor did it matter to her at this very moment. She could feel exhaustion seeping into her bones, embracing her from their wild night of lost abandonment together, and sleep was tugging at her limbs, trying to overtake her. Finally giving in, she fell asleep against his chest, in his arms, quite content with what happened, and not thinking about the consequences.

His eyes opened as he sensed her moving, and he watched her drag the blanket over their bodies, which seemed smart. They were warm now, but they'd also been blowing each other's minds for the last... ten years? ten minutes? whatever... and it would get cold. His took in one final look at her naked body, so sensual and sexy and perfect, and then wrapped his arms around her again as she sank back against him. His fingertips stroked along the curve of her hip again, eyes falling closed, and he was caught one final times: This moment was utter perfection, her body warm and naked against his, both of them relaxed, content, and simply enjoying each other's closeness, and he didn't want to leave it. He was also exhausted, could feel himself sinking a little more into the bed as the last traces of tension left his body. He wished he could stay awake all night, watch her sleep, stroke her smooth skin, kiss her shoulder when she rolled over, or just hold her and feel her breathing again...






Awake. The sun was out, sunlight filtering into the room, but he had no concept of what time it was. Morning still, he thought. He was refreshed, he knew he'd slept for a long time and-

It all rushed back to him, not like the break of a dam but like a dam that was winked out of existence and all the water came rushing through all at once. The beach, the kiss, the awkwardness. The shower, the trick, the ice... the sex. God, the sex. His eyes had snapped open when it all hit him, and he turned them to her now, her head still on his chest. He closed his eyes again, for just a moment, and just let himself feel her naked body against his. It was still as good as he remembered.

Opening his eyes back up, he knew two things: He was incredibly hungry, and he had to go to the bathroom something terrible. Carefully, so he wouldn't wake her, he slid his way out from under her, once again thankful that his friend (girlfriend? fuck buddy?) was such a heavy sleeper. Leaning over once he was out of the bed, he placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder, then pulled the blanket up over it and smiled down at her.

Shaking his head, in amazement of the events of the last 12 hours more than anything else, he found his boxers, which had somehow ended up on top of her dresser, and pulled them on. The floor was cool under his feet as he padded down the hallway to the bathroom, and grinned as he stepped on the small rug and found it still wet from where she'd "sprained her ankle." Ah, Maya. Terrible, beautiful Maya, he thought absently.

He headed to the kitchen next, opening the fridge and leaning down to see what she might have for breakfast. He was pleasantly surprised to find half a carton of eggs and an unopened package of bacon. She probably had plans for this, he mused, but it seems like unplanned things are way better right now.

Humming to himself, he found the various pans and cooking utensils he'd need, and soon scrambled eggs, with some cheese and pepper mixed in, was cooking, and the wonderful smell of frying bacon filled the kitchen. Opening cabinets, he found a half loaf of wheat bread, and he slipped a couple slices in the toaster so they'd have toast too.

Pausing to let things cook, he leaned against the sink and stared out the window, lost in thought for a moment. They trusted each other, he knew, and hopefully that meant they'd be able to talk honestly about what happened, and what they wanted from it. And hopefully, they both wanted the same things. She could crush him today, utterly and wholly, but something told him that she wouldn't. It was Maya. They were meant for each other. He knew it, and he hoped she did not too. The idea that she might wake up, hear him in the kitchen, come in naked and entice him back to the bedroom for more crossed his mind, and he smiled at the thought. He could so easily spend all day in bed with her, exploring her body, making her toes curl, finding out if there was anything else he didn't know about her.

Snapping out of it, he turned his attention back to breakfast, not wanting to burn anything, and his stomach grumbled as the smell of bacon filled the kitchen. If he knew Maya - and who was he kidding, he had to know her better than anyone after last night, didn't he? - then heavy sleeper or not, the smell of breakfast would get her ass (god, the way her ass felt in his hands...) out of bed soon. And after last night, she had to be extra hungry.

There's a certain throbbing sensation to your body after a great night of sex. It's not quite an ache, nor a relaxing feeling, more of a tightness to your muscles and body. Maya could feel this as she rolled over in the bed, a tender smile on her lips as she hugged the pillow to her head. She marveled in the glow momentarily before everything came rushing back to her, along with the realization of what happened last night.

Bolting upright in the bed, Maya noticed she was still naked, and Ryan was gone. Had he really just used her for her body, and then had the audacity to just up and leave? Maybe he regretted last night? Smacking her palm with her forehead and sighing, she remained in the bed for a moment before the smell of food drifted into her room. She listened closely and realized that she could hear the popping of grease on the stove.

He was still here.

Letting out another sigh, Maya quickly sneaked down the hallway and into the bathroom. She knew that the cooking would keep him busy momentarily, which she thanked. She rushed in the shower, making sure that the hot water was beating down on every inch of her body, that the shampoo and conditioner was worked into her hair, and that her body was clean of any traces of what they had done last night.

Maya was sure that she had been in the shower for at least a good twenty minutes, but it had felt like five seconds. After going to her room and changing into a black and pink polka dotted lingerie, zebra pajama pants, and a black tank top, Maya realized that she had to face the inevitable.

Slowly opening the door and making her way down the hallway, she couldn't help but to wonder what to expect. Would he be pissed? Upset? Mad? Confused? Deliriously happy? Excited? In lo- Maya couldn't even think the last one. He didn't love her. They were best friends, that was all. Well..it was all. But nothing could change, she couldn't loose him.

Seeing him in the living room with his breakfast, Maya slowly walked over to the couch and sat a few seats down from him. She let out a soft sigh while pushing her hair out of her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We need to talk." She told him quietly, to get his attention. When he started to reply, she held her hand up to stop him.

"I'm sorry about last night." She told him softly. "I don't know what overcame me, honestly. I mean the kiss on the beach, it had me confused. And then there was all the teasing, and well, I don't know. You somehow had me worked up, by mauling my chest over ice, and I just, needed some release." She said quietly, her leg bouncing as she looked at the ground.

"I am sorry though. It shouldn't have happened, we're best friends, not friends with benefits, and not boyfriend and girlfriend. I hope this doesn't change things between us, I would hate for it to come in between of our friendship."

When everything was done cooking, he turned off the burners and realized he could hear the shower going. A grin touched on his lips as he remembered back to the events that had transpired last time she'd been in that shower, and he marveled at how he found himself here, after a night of intense sex and then sleeping curled up naked with Maya. People always say you never know what the next day would bring, but who could've ever seen this coming? Certainly not he. But god, was it perfect. So, so perfect. They'd have breakfast after her shower, figure out what they wanted to do with their day, and perhaps end finish off with a repeat of last night. Minus the fake ankle injury and ice.

He smiled as she came into the living room in her pajamas, which were obviously fresh since she hadn't worn any last night, but when he saw her demeanor and watched her take a seat a couple spots down from him on the couch, the smile quickly faded. His brows furrowed, and instead of telling her good morning, or welcoming her with a kiss and breakfast as he had imagined he would, he just watched her in silence, suddenly unsure of what was happening. The plans for the day he'd had in his head only moments before seemed far away and faded, and even the next few moments seemed entirely up in the air. It was an unnerving feeling.

She said they needed to talk, and the tone put ice through his veins. He was going to reply in as comforting a tone as he could manage, hoping they'd be able to talk through whatever was going through her head, but she wouldn't give him that chance. When she continued, the situation did not improve any, and when she apologized, As if I'm some fucking child? As if she took advantage of me and I couldn't make my own decisions, he thought, his frustration level started to grow as well.

Then she seemed to blame it all on him, you somehow had me worked out, he thought, adding the emphasis where he knew she'd intended it, anger started to filter in with it. His jaw clenched as she spoke, his eyes never wavering from her, and he found himself going through a million things in his head: Rebuttals, objections, counter-points, the facts as he saw them, the fact that he wasn't in any way sorry for the night before...

None of it mattered though. She didn't want the friendship to change, but how could it not? After that, there was no way he could simply go back to being the friends that people always thought were a couple. He'd have a heart attack by 30 from the internal stress of it all. If a stroke didn't take him before.

Still, he wasn't going to fight. He wouldn't even know what to say, at this point. He felt like he'd just got his ass kicked by a team of ninjas, and he was never sure where the next punch was going to come from. So, he nodded at her words in silence, then set his plate aside and rose from his spot on the couch. Still silent, he gathered up the few things he'd brought into the house the night before and headed straight for the door. He paused as his hand touched the doorknob, and he looked back over his shoulder at her still in her spot on the couch.

"I'm sorry I took such advantage of you, Maya. I thought you..." his voice trailed off, and he turned back, looking down at his hand on the knob. "I didn't realize I was," he finally said quietly, and then made a hasty exit out the door. He was in his car and driving away in seconds, his knuckles white as he dripped the steering wheel, his face red with anger and embarrassment and hurt.

Maya heard the clattering of his plate being set on the table in front of him as he rose from the couch, a hurt expression on her face. She bit her lip as she felt the pain swelling in her chest. Why did he have to make this so difficult for her? He was a guy, he wasn't supposed to be attached to the 'one night stand' girls. But she knew fairly well that she wasn't just that for him, that she meant so much more. But she couldn't go there, not with him. She wouldn't loose him over that.

Slowly looking up from the ground, she felt a single tear drop roll down her left cheek as she heard his almost breaking voice, the pain in his voice evident, as well as on his face as he spoke to her, turning away from her. She rose from the couch and walked forward, shaking her head back and forth quickly.

"No. Ryan, you didn't take advantage of me!" She yelled as he opened the door and made his way out. She ran to the door and felt another tear slide down her cheek. "It was my fault, please don't do this!"

Running into her bedroom, Maya picked up her phone and immediately hit her speed dial, slot 1, best friend reservation to Ryan. Please, pick up, pick up, come on Ryan. She thought to herself.

Throwing her phone, she yelled. "God, why am I so stupid?" She yelled at herself as her back slid down against the wall, her head laying against her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest, softly crying as she realized that she had jeopardized her relationship with Ryan last night, when she had initiated the kiss, when she had removed his clothing first, when she had gone down on him, and when she had let him have sex with her.

God. She had led him on, had made him feel as if this was all meant to be, as if they were supposed to be more than best friends, like sex was a normal thing for them. But she hadn't meant it that way. But how in the hell was he supposed to know that? He wasn't. She had started it all, had fed him lies with her body and her actions, and now she was going to pay for it. Her best friend had just walked out on her, and now he was ignoring her, and it felt like the most awful feeling in the world.

Her eyes were hazy and groggy as she looked around the room. It was dark outside, and her limbs ached like all hell. She rubbed her eyes while looking around, realizing that she had fallen asleep against the wall. She could feel the tear stains on her cheeks and she realized that that had really happened. She had really lost her best friend just a few hours ago.

She had no appetite, no thirst, no urges, no emotion. All she wanted to do was sleep away the pain and the knowledge of what she had just caused, of what she had just done to their relationship. Sighing in frustration while tying her hair up in a messy bun, Maya made her way over to her bed, where she pulled the covers up her body, hugged a pillow to her chest, and let her eyes close. She knew she wouldn't be out for a while, but she was still going to try.

Monday seemed to drag for eternity, the only thing on her mind being what had happened on Sunday, the 'incident' is what she was referring to it now. Tuesday wasn't any better, she didn't get anything accomplished and all she wanted to do was sleep. Wednesday, still the same thing. It was like each day was a reminder to where her life was now, rock bottom.

Ryan wouldn't return her phone calls, wouldn't return her texts, emails, Facebook messages, nothing. She knew that he was upset with her, but this just wasn't right. She was entirely used to spending almost every waking hour with the man she used to call her best friend and now, it had been three days and she hadn't even gotten a stinking text from the guy! She was going insane.

Maya rolled over in bed and groaned as she realized it was already noon, on Friday afternoon, she was just now waking up, and she still hadn't heard from Ryan. How was she supposed to be happy when her best friend wasn't even on speaking terms with her? She had to do something about it, she needed to speak to him, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

After taking a shower and going through her normal morning routines, she made her way to her room and began to get ready. She took her time, cleaning up the house, eating, getting everything together, and finally spending time on her makeup, hair, and clothes. She decided to straighten her hair, letting it fall to mid-waist in straight chocolate locks, her eye makeup slightly intense to give her a more seductive look, and then she made her way to her wardrobe.

Going for her zebra lingerie, she quickly pulled the set onto her frame before opting for more of an appealing look, she wanted to go out tonight. So first she pulled on the smallest pair of jean shorts she owned, the shorts hardly passing over the curve of her ass, the tight material clinging to her skin. Next, she opted for a bright pink tank top, the lace laying over her jean shorts and the lace on the V-neck clinging to the swell of her breasts, drawing the eye to the perfect places on her body.

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, Maya grabbed her phone, keys, and purse before heading out the door. Rolling the windows down in her neon green mustang, she let the wind travel into her car and sweep away her worries and thoughts, letting the wind take her sorrows and whisk them away into the night's breeze.

By the time she made it to his house, it was past ten. Exiting her car, she quickly made her way up his path and to his front door. Like she expected, the door was unlocked, which was perfect for her. She knocked twice before opening the door and walking in. Slamming the door, she looked around before throwing her things on the couch and placing a hand on her hip.

"Ryan Logan Parker!" She yelled. "Get down her right now! We are going to talk whether you like it or not!" She yelled again, slightly irritated yet nervous all the more.

He heard her say something as the door closed behind him, but he couldn't make it out entirely, and put virtually no effort into figuring out what she'd said. It was like the house was on fire and he had to flea as quickly as he could. His phone started to ring (and he thanked his lucky stars that he'd remembered to grab it and didn't have to go back for it), and he knew it would be her before he even looked at it. Shaking his head, he hit ignore and tossed it on the passenger seat of his car.

He was home in record time, needing to put as much distance between them as he could as quickly as he could. He slammed the door when he went inside, latching the chain lock so she couldn't use her key to in if she got the idea in her head to follow him. Switching his phone to silent so he simply wouldn't hear it if she tried calling again, he made his way to the shower, needing to wash the last 12 hours off. He realized as he got in that he'd never made it into the shower the night before (something he had a feeling would now be known as that night in his head), and he could still smell the sex on his body. Gritting his teeth, he turned the heat up on the water, and showered until the bathroom was choked with steam and the hot water began to run out.

The rest of the day was spent staring blanking at the TV, his mind going back over the small window of events and wondering where everything had gone so wrong. She could've said stop at any time, he thought, And she knows I would've. She knows me well enough to know that... But, she didn't. She was the one going down on him first, the one that rolled him over and pushed things along. He just didn't understand it.

The week was, for the most part, an uneventful one. He found himself about to call her multiple times, fully out of force of habit, then stopping just before he hit the button, remembering everything. He avoided the places they'd meet up - the little indie coffee shop situated between where they each worked, the gym they'd occasionally meet up at to work out together, the little hole-in-the-wall Greek place they liked to eat at nearly once a week - and it made things, at least, a little easier knowing the chances of randomly running into her were pretty slim. He didn't really have a long-term plan at this point, almost forced into handling things day-by-day, but as plans went it was one he could live with.

He also stayed away from Facebook, certain she'd try to contact him there, and any calls or texts he got were ignored, the texts sitting unread in his phone. He'd have to go through them at some point he knew, there were no doubt texts from other people he hadn't just fucked and then been utterly rejected by, and probably voice mails mixed in as well. But, they could wait a couple more days. He was in no rush.

The weekend was upon him quicker than he'd expected, and given that he'd been out of contact with pretty much everyone he knew, and especially with Maya, he had no plans and found he was mostly okay with that. Maybe a weekend in would do him some good, and he'd be ready to hit the rest of the week with a better feeling than he'd had leaving this one.

Since he wasn't going out, he dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt, and was upstairs with some music on, using his newfound free time to organize a room he'd originally thought could be an office, and instead turned into storage for boxes he didn't need to unpack. He paused when he thought he heard a knock on the door, then glanced at his phone, and figured he'd just heard something from outside given that it was already passed ten. He was certain he heard his door slam though, his head snapping around to look towards the doorway.

"What the fuck?" he said, mostly to himself, and barefoot he moved around boxes and headed for the top of the stairs. He stopped in his tracks when he heard Maya yelling for him, and he sighed, his shoulders slumping some. He wasn't ready for this conversation, he didn't expect it tonight and hadn't mentally prepared in the slightest for her to show up. He couldn't even remember when he stopping latching the chain on the door so she couldn't just walk in as she'd just done. Drawing in a deep breath, he steeled himself and started down the stairs.

He was surprised when he saw her, expecting her to be dressed far more simply, and seeing her like that, her clothes clearly designed to highlight every great curve of her body, threw him off. What the fuck is she doing?, he thought with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. She said she wanted to talk, but it almost looked like she was there to seduce him. Whatever he'd planned to say was entirely gone from his head upon seeing her, and so he simply stopped and sat on one of the lower stairs, making certain to keep his eyes on her face despite the way her body looked. He'd gone down that road once before, and it ended up with them here.

Unsure of what to say after the surprise of her bursting in, and then discovering her dressed as she was, all he could managed to get out was, "Maya."

As Maya stood in his living room with her hand on her hip, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor, she started to look around. She knew it was hardly less than a week since she had been in here, but it seemed like months since she had been to his house, or saw him in that matter. Letting out a sigh, she picked up a picture that was sitting on top of his fireplace, a picture of the pair at their favorite Greek restaurant. It wasn't anything special, but it was their favorite place to meet up for a bite to eat.

Putting the picture down, she couldn't help but to laugh softly at the next picture she noticed, a picture of the two at the gym. Ryan was sitting on a bench pressing machine, the weight in it's holder as he instead was holding Maya by her back, raising her into the air. He had wanted to impress her and make her laugh all the more.

Tracing her finger over the picture, she heard a slight creak of the stairs and then the whisper of her name coming from her best friend's lips. Placing the picture back onto the mantle, she slowly turned to face him with a soft sigh. Maya latched her fingers together as she twiddled her thumbs nervously before relaxing her hands and looking up at him, her eyes looking into his.

"I'm sorry. So, so sorry, Ryan. I didn't mean to hurt you, or make you feel as if we were something other than friends, I didn't want to seduce you, or make you do anything that you didn't want to do." She paused while shaking her head, a humorless laugh leaving her lips.

"Let's face the truth. We both wanted that, it wasn't forced. You didn't take advantage of me, and I clearly didn't seduce you into doing it." No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't just come out and say the word sex, it wouldn't leave her mouth. With a sigh, she looked back up at him with a smile.

"I was just looking at those pictures and I've been thinking about this past week and words cannot even begin to describe how much I've missed my best friend. We were meant to be together, to spend our time together, you're my other half, Ryan. You're my best friend in the entire world. Without you, I'm just another girl. But with you, you make me feel like the only girl in the world."

A tender smile appeared on her lips as she looked up at him once more, her eyes gazing into his. "Please don't ignore me anymore, I know it can't be easy for you, unless you really do hate me that much." She looked down. "We used to be able to tell each other anything and everything, no secrets, remember? Can we go back to that? To being best friends? We can just put this behind us and move forward, please?" She almost begged him, her voice softer than before.

He nodded slightly as she spoke, although he wasn't sure if it was in agreement or just confirming that he heard her, and when she finished with her questions, all he could do for the moment was shrug slightly. He actually had no idea about any of it, frankly, and was entirely unsure of what to say. Did he want things to go back to the way they were? Of course. Whether he kept his real feelings for her secret or not, it was better than where things were now.

In the moment, sex with Maya seemed like the fulfillment of what he'd wanted for years, the beginning of a new chapter in their lives with them as more than the best friends they'd been. And all that was aside from the fact that the sex was, clearly, amazing. Looking back on it now, it was apparently a mutual mistake of epic proportions, and after everything it was hard to imagine not being awkward around her.

But still, he owed her, and the relationship they'd developed since they were basically children, more than to just walk away from it after this... incident. Christ, he thought, How could this have all gone so terribly wrong? It was hard not to think of it as an incident now, and one that may very well have ruined everything.

Dropping his eyes from hers, he rubbed his temples for a moment, frustrated at the state of things, and then looked back to her face, rising from the stairs as he did.

"I don't know, Maya. I don't know if we can go back, but I'm so tired of thinking about it. Aren't you? Just.. over and over in my head, reliving it, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening... it gives me a headache. So... I don't know what's going to happen, but I want to not think for a while. What do you say we go have a drink or twenty and shut our brains off for a bit? Maybe laugh a little? I can't promise it'll fix anything, but at least right now won't suck as much..." His words trailed off, and he fell silent, watching her.

Maya bit her lip as she watched Ryan's head drop, his eyes scanning the floor as his strong hand raised to rub his temples, a sigh leaving his soft lips. She let her back press against the wall opposite of him, her breath leaving in a soft sigh as she watched him curiously.

When he looked back up and began to talk, she couldn't help but to frown slightly. She knew she should be happy, that he wanted to spend time with her, that he was offering what she wanted to do from the first place, go out tonight. But at the same time, she couldn't help but to be upset by this fact. He was offering to go out with her, get a few drinks, or as many to be completely wasted, and to just enjoy the time being, no promises of what they would be when the night was up.

Releasing her lip from her teeth, Maya kept he eyes on the floor but slowly let her head nod. "Yeah, okay, Ryan." She told him softly. "I wanted to go out tonight anyhow. We can go get a few drinks, and try to have a good time, just please don't ignore many anymore. I don't care what happens tomorrow or next week, let's just pretend everything's okay for this one night."

Letting out a breath, Maya looked up at him before she crossed the room to get her things off of his couch. Grabbing her purse, keys, and phone, she paused at the wall closest to the door and looked over at him. "I'll be waiting outside for you, just come out whenever you're finished getting ready." She told him softly before opening the door and walking outside.

He nodded at her request, actually managing to smile a bit in the process, "Yeah, okay," he said, "I think I can do that." He watched her walk outside, nodding again at her words, and when the door closed he exhaled a breath that felt like it had been held in since he first heard her yelling at him from down the stairs. Raking his fingers back through his hair, he headed for his bedroom to change, his shorts-a-t-shirt look no comparison for what she'd showed up in.

He changed quickly, not one to stand in front of open closet doors trying to decide what to wear, and in a few minutes he'd changed in a light blue button down shirt and faded jeans, and he was ready. For the first time in days, he switched his cell off of silent, and couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the number of texts that were waiting for him to read through. Maybe tomorrow he'd deal with that, knowing that most of them were likely from Maya to begin with. Snatching up his keys, he left a lamp on in the front room and headed out the door, locking it behind him.

He found her waiting in her car, the windows down to let the cool night air in, and he made his way over, sliding in the passenger seat next to her. It was still a bit awkward being around her, but somehow a little less so now that the initial ice had been broken. Perhaps a little drinking was what they needed. Have some fun, have some laughs, and when the sun came up tomorrow this whole thing would be one day more behind them, and they'd be able to work on moving past it.

Of course, moving past it for him meant burying the feelings he'd been so ready to finally let out, but he still thought such a thing would be possible. If you can do it for years on end, it shouldn't be too hard to hide them back in the sand after digging it up and polishing it up to show off, right? Surely not. Especially when it was clear that she didn't feel the same way, and showing it off would've instead meant having it squashed. Much better to have it safe in the sand than destroyed on the surface.

With a small smile, trying his best to press on, he looked to her, "Onward to alcohol," he said, in what he was certain was a lame attempt at lightening the mood. But, at least it was an attempt.

Maya sat silently in her car, strumming her fingers against the door to her car as she waited for him to come outside. When he finally did come outside, she couldn't help but to notice how well the light blue jeans hugged his ass, her teeth biting on her lower lip as she turned her head and looked out the front of the windshield, only looking over when he slid into the passenger seat, a light smile on his face, his eyes seeming brighter than before as the light blue shirt he wore highlighted the green of his eyes.

Releasing her bottom lip from her teeth, Maya couldn't help but to laugh softly from his feeble attempt to lighten the mood. She started her car and pulled out of his driveway. She pondered briefly where to go to, before deciding on their favorite bar in the city. She let the air flow through both of their windows raise her hair from her face, her curled locks drifting in the light breeze as she accelerated through the streets.

It didn't take long until they were pulling up at their favorite little club. She parked the car and then looked over at him while tucking her hair behind her ear. "I am curious. If we are driving here, how are we getting back home, at the end of the night?" She asked him curiously, a teasing smile on her lips.

They drove in silence, but it was somehow a more comfortable silence then the one they'd had when they weren't even around each other. Things weren't settled, clearly, and probably wouldn't be for a while, but it was at least change in a good direction. He smiled when he realized where she was going, because of course it's where she'd take them. If you're trying to get things back to normal - or at least as normal as they could be after your best friend just demonstrated her deep throating abilities on you - then going to the places you normally went together was the exact thing you'd do.

Unbuckling his seat belt when they arrived, he started to get out of the car when she spoke up, and he scrunched up his nose, unable to hold back a slight grin. "I... didn't even think about it. Um... why don't we catch a cab home, I'll have him drop you off first, and then tomorrow I'll come get you, and we'll come pick up your car?"

Ordinarily with something like this, he'd just say she'd stay at his or he at hers and they'd go get the other's car in the morning, they'd drunkenly crawl into bed together, likely still dressed in what they'd worn out that night, and in the morning they'd wake up having had exactly zero sex with each other still. Given the change their relationship had taken, it didn't strike him as a particularly good idea to have her stay the night when they were just trying to rebuild what they'd had.

Maya frowned as she heard his words about dropping her off at home and then meeting back up in the morning but nodded in approval none the less. She wanted nothing more than to just go back to his house, pass out in bed with him, and have things the way they always had been, but she knew that wasn't possible. They had had sex and whether they liked it or not, that changed everything about their friendship.

"Okay, sounds good to me." She told him softly, a fake smile embracing her lips.

Getting out of her car, she hit the lock button and then walked inside the club with him. She watched as he made his way to their normal table in the back of the room, where the lights had stopped working from the many years of service. She remembered when they had first come here and had picked that table, so they could make fun of the slutty girls that were beyond drunk and grinding all over random guys in the bar. They had seen quite a few incidents of flashing back from this spot as well. Laughing softly from the memories, Maya made her way to the bar. She and Ryan both knew the bartender, Jake, and he smiled as she approached.

"When are you two going to admit your feelings to each other and get it over with already? I know you're dying to get into his bed."

Maya arched a brow and laughed softly while rolling her eyes. "For your information, I've been in his bed plenty of times, and not like that, pervert." Smiling at him, she ordered a few rounds of shots and thanked him as he gave her a tray full of shot glasses, half of them on the house. She told Jake to keep the alcohol rolling throughout the night.

Walking back through the bar, a few guys yelled cat-calls to her, thinking she was a bartender, at which she rolled her eyes. Approaching the table, she sat the tray down and slid into the booth next to him. She slid a glass to him and then picked one up herself.

"Bottoms up." She told him with a grin before clinking her glass to his and tipping her head back, taking the shot in one drink.

With a nod, the problem solved, he got out of the car and made his way into the bar with her. There was a short time, as the music and bad lighting swallowed them up upon walking in, that things actually felt normal, like there hadn't been a potentially unrepairable shift in their relationship and this was simply another weekend out with his best friend. As they somewhat awkwardly parted ways, him to grab their dark and oft-forgotten table in the back and her to grab drinks from the bar, he was reminded again that this wouldn't be easy. Still, if any relationship he had could be fixed, it would be the one he had with Maya. Right?

Slipping into the booth with his back to the wall, he let his eyes absently scan the room while he waited for her to return. He realized then just how few people they actually knew despite all the time they'd spent here. There were always the ridiculously dressed women hitting on anything with a dick, and some of them eventually became recognizable simply because of the propensity they showed for hitting on random guys time after time, and not infrequently leaving with one for the night. But even then, they were more background entertainment than someone they actually knew. They'd talked some with the bartender, Jake, and he probably knew them the best of anyone else in the place, but they were generally so wrapped up in each other that they didn't take the time to speak much to anyone else. He hadn't even really thought about it until this moment, but it made him wonder just how different things would be if this couldn't be fixed. They had plenty of regular places they went to, and in almost all of them they didn't know many people because they were there together, and other people sort of faded into the background. But if that suddenly changed, and he wasn't out with her in all these places... what would he do? Being here, being at their Greek place, their gym, the ideas all seemed so foreign without her. Hell, he thought of them as their places, so how could he go to them without her?

What a complete fucking mess, he thought as he saw her approaching with a tray. He couldn't help but to grin a little at the looks she got, somewhere in the back of his mind thinking that while they may look and want, he'd actually had (and then, of course, reminding himself that that's what got them here in the first place), but he pushed it all aside as she arrived with the drinks. Taking the offered drink, he lifted it and clinked his glass against her, "I'll drink to that," he said, echoing her grin, and downed the amber liquid in one swallow. It burned the back of his throat some, and he could feel it going all the way down, and he knew it would be far from the last time tonight that he'd feel that sensation.

Setting his glass down, he reached out and pick up two more, sliding one over to her. Lifting it in her direction, he grinned still as he said, "Shot, with a shot chaser?"