Roommates. (closed for The_J0k3R)

[sandi_grl]

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Clothed in her Tinkerbell themed scrub top and white scrub pants, Samantha plopped down on the couch in the small living room, taking a swig of the beer she'd grabbed from the fridge. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail it was held in and kicked off the white sneakers she wore, crossing her legs underneath her. She scrolled through the various posts her friends' had made on Facebook, nothing really worthwhile to read. Glancing at the time on the screen, she frowned. Midnight already? She had maybe 5 hours to get some sleep before needing to head to her part time job at the local mall. She was counting down the days till she could start applying for nursing jobs and quit the thankless job. But, it paid the bills for now.

The apartment was quiet and she wondered where her roommate was since it was a Monday night. The 24 year old heaved a sigh, deciding to watch a movie on TV to wind down. Chances are she'd fall asleep on the couch, which wasn't uncommon. She would have called her friend-with-benefits so she could let off some steam, but Sam had recently ended it when he had started asking her out to coffee or the movies. She didn't want or need the distraction right now. Plus, being burned pretty badly by her last relationship didn't help.

 

[The_J0k3R]

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Tommy took a final swig off his beer as he sat at the bar. Last call on Mondays came way too early. It was only midnight! And he needed to drown his sorrows from his miserable night at the comic book shoppe playing Magic: the Gathering. Sure, it was his favorite, nerdy pasttime. And he enjoyed the camaraderie with the other nerds. But the cards had definitely not drawn his way tonight, and he had suffered defeat after defeat.

As someone pursuing a Master's degree in Game Design, these kinds of nights were not altogether reassuring.

And nevermind his current living arrangements.

Samantha was a friend of a friend; she had needed a roommate, in a hurry, and his own housing arrangements had fallen out from under him unexpectedly. He had been hoping to avoid the typical collegiate roommate problems he had endured for years now: a never ending parade of smelly jocks, slobs, and slackers. He was now confronted with a far worse problem.

Attraction.

Samantha was fucking hot.

And Tommy's nerdy self didn't know what to do around her at all. Tonight, self-medication seemed the best route. As he got out to his car and fired it up, he also fired up a joint and took a long, deep hit.

That was better. The weed washed over him, clouding his mind much better than the alcohol. He headed to their shared little house, smoking down the joint as he drove along the back streets. He parked in front and snuffed out what remained of the joint in the car's ashtray. He could see the blue glimmer of the TV in the front window. He took a deep breath, and then headed on inside.

"Hey Sam..." he said, not too loudly, as he opened the front door...

 

[sandi_grl]

Sam sleepily lifted her head from where she was laying on the couch, the only thing visible from under the blanket that was now over her. "Hi Tommy." She put her head back down against the arm rest and continued watching The Grinch. She wasn't sure why a Christmas movie was on at the end of February, but it was the only thing on besides infomercials.

She didn't have to look twice to see that he was high. She could also smell it. And he was probably drunk too. She knew of his extracurriculars and didn't judge. She did far worse before turning herself around a few years ago. Now she just ignored it and made sure to stay away while he was partaking in anything other than alcohol. The last thing she needed was to fail a drug test when applying for jobs.

She couldn't knock him too much, though. He was a decent roommate. He paid rent on time, shared his food if all she had was Ramen, and while the apartment was never immaculate, he cleaned up after himself. Plus, he saved her from losing the apartment and having to move back in with her mom. And he wasn't too bad to look at either, which was a nice change from her last roommate.

"Where have you been? There's not much to do on Monday nights."

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy shut the door behind him. She was asking where he had been. His mind wandered for a moment, piecing back together his evening as he walked into the living room. She was stretched out across the sofa, and, thankfully, covered up. That would at least help keep his mind out of the gutter!

He leaned against the back of the sofa, looking down at her. "I have been losing at Magic," he explained, and then chuckled to himself. "I've only been playing that stupid game for like fifteen years. And it's the whole reason I got into Game Design in the first place. And tonight, the game just told me to fuck off. So I went to the bar."

I pushed myself back up to standing. The room wasn't spinning. Yet. "Wanna beer?" I asked, as I headed for the kitchen.

 

[sandi_grl]

She looked up as he leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at her. Yup, high and drunk. Did he drive home? She never understood the game or what his fascinating was with Magic. He'd actually tried showing her how to play once or twice, but she could never get into it or wrap her head around it. But, to each their own.

"You're just having a rough patch." The redhead sat up and stretched her arms upward. "You'll get back to winning soon enough." She paused, contemplating having another beer. She had to be up in less than 4 hours now. Maybe she could call in sick. She hadn't called off in several months, and it would allow her to sleep in and catch up on some studying. "Sure."

 

[The_J0k3R]

He watched as she sat up, the blanket falling away, revealing that she was still wearing her scrubs from nursing class. Thank God. It was the least revealing outfit she could have been wearing, and even so, her large breasts seemed to strain the fabric as she stretched her arms out.

He had to turn away. For too many nights now, she had filled his fantasies. It was getting to be too much. Even the weed wasn't helping tonight! But... she wanted a beer. He didn't dare hope that tonight would be his lucky night. He didn't dare hope that he'd ever have a lucky night with Samantha. That would just ruin their little roommate arrangement, wouldn't it?

He nodded, and went to retrieve the beers. He came back and plopped himself down at the opposite end of the couch, and handed one of the beers over to her, cracking open his own.

"Sooooo... how was your night?"

 

[sandi_grl]

She took a long sip of the fresh, cold beer and gave a shrug. It was a long 12 hours that she did. She knew the hours came with the territory of the job, but tonight - last night at this point, was stressful. She was in the pediatric ward, and while she loved working with the tiny little humans, it broke her heart when there was nothing left to do. She experienced her first code on a 3 year old who had been battling lymphoma. She wasn't sure how she was going to handle tomorrow being in the NICU. But, for most of the night she was charting for the nurses who were mentoring her. It was tedious and boring, but she knew practice made better and it made their jobs easier for the time being.

"Oh you know, saving lives and shit," she joked. "And being the gopher to and from the lab for everyone."

 

[The_J0k3R]

"Well... that's pretty awesome," Tommy replied. He took a long drink off his own beer and sunk back into the couch, letting the cushions envelope him a bit.

The Grinch was playing out across the TV. In his stoned state, he got a little lost watching all the Who's bouncing around and singing. He blinked, snapping out of it when the movie went to a commercial, and turned to look at her again.

God damn it, she was still gorgeous. Tommy could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He took another long drink, finishing the beer. He pushed himself up off the sofa.

"I think I'm gonna step outside for a smoke," he said. He simultaneously wanted to get away from her and wanted her close by. "Want another beer when I come back in? Or you wanna come with me?"

 

[sandi_grl]

"Nah," she answered to both questions, standing from the couch as well and stretching again. "I'm going to get some sleep. I have some studying I need to catch up on tomorrow. Good night." Grabbing her phone, she headed to her room and closed the door behind her.

She changed into a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass and a thin tank top that, while not see through, didn't leave much to the imagination. She then climbed into bed... But couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned for a good 30 minutes and just couldn't get comfortable or turn her mind off. Now she was glad she had called an left a message on the work VM that she wouldn't be in. There was no way she'd be able to function now. Flipping the blankets off, she rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Tommy was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. "Why are you still awake?" she asked, grabbing a glass from the cabinet before filling it from the dispenser in the fridge.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy's heart sank a bit when she declined his offers, but he knew it was probably for the best. He stepped outside and lit a cigarette, puffing on it while he loaded up a bit of weed in his small glass pipe. It didn't take long at all before he was properly blazed, his headspace a buzzing muddy mess, and he stumbled back inside, grabbing another beer on his way to the couch.

He turned off the Grinch and found a recent James Bond flick to zone out to, pure cinematic eye candy, and he drank his beer and pondered his gaming misplays from the night. He was just finishing his beer when he heard Samantha's door open, and the soft sound of her feet padding along the hallway towards the kitchen.

"Why are you still awake?" she was asking him. He blinked, pushing himself up from the couch, his mind taking a few extra moments to register the question as his eyes took in the sight of her shapely curves contained in entirely too little fabric.

"Oh, I'm about ready for bed..." he said. "One more beer, first." He was standing at the kitchen doorway now. "Why are you still awake? Thought you had a big study day tomorrow?" He didn't take his eyes off her, his gaze lingering on her thick legs and impressive cleavage...

 

[sandi_grl]

"Yeah, but no work means I can sleep in a little." She could smell the weed again and crinkled her nose. It wasn't that she disliked the smell... She missed getting high, but her aspirations were more important at this point. It just made it hard to keep off it when he regularly had it. She turned to face him, finishing the last gulp of water and raised her eyebrows at him, noticing his eyes lingering a bit longer than they should on her breasts and her legs. "Tommy," she snapped her fingers at him. "Eyes up here bud." She was flattered by the staring, honestly, but was a bit put off at the same time because everything was strictly platonic between the two of them. She'd started to feel like he was more like a brother in the six or so months that they'd been living together. "You should probably skip that last beer and just hit the hay."

 

[The_J0k3R]

When she snapped her fingers at him, something snapped within him. Normally, the weed would make Tommy pretty mellow, but now it was serving only to cloud his judgment. His eyes darkened as he stepped towards her, his eyes shooting up to lock with hers.

"Just because you snapped... I'm definitely having another," he said, his voice barely hiding a sinister tone.

He looked her up and down again, not caring what she thought. "And if you didn't want me checking out that hot fucking body, why'd you come out here with barely anything covering it?"

He reached past her then, grasping the door the fridge, and opening it. He grabbed a beer and cracked it open, taking a long drink. "Maybe another beer will help you get some sleep, huh? Or maybe a few tokes?" he offered, pulling out his baggie of weed and his pipe...

 

[sandi_grl]

Irritation, curiosity, amusement, and a tiny bit of fear all rose to the surface. This was a side of Tommy she'd never really seen before. Hot fucking body? So he did find her attractive. What little playful flirtation that occurred between the two of them was never enough to tell her. "I should be able to wear whatever the hell I want in my own home."

She watched him pull out the bag of weed and the pipe and immediately held up her hands. "No thanks." She started towards the door of the kitchen, wanting to get back to the safety of her own room. "You have a great rest of your night." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Smoke it outside, will ya?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

He was standing between her and the kitchen door, blocking her escape, albeit momentarily. He took a drink off his beer before setting it down on the counter. He smirked at her.

"I'd fully encourage you to wear whatever you feel like," he said. "Especially if it looks like that. You know, I've seen you in this outfit before, but I kept my mouth shut."

He opened up the bag of weed. It was an especially aromatic strain, and he kept a sliver of orange peel in the bag to keep it from drying out. He didn't normally smoke a whole lot, but he was starting to feel like this was a special occasion.

He pulled out a small nugget from the bag, and held it up between them. The leafy, green nug was covered in golden little hairs. "Such a pretty, potent little thing," he mused, before his eyes refocused to lock with hers, and he stuffed the nug into his pipe. He produced his lighter from his pocket.

"Sure you don't want a hit?" he asked with a smirk, striking the lighter between them as he held the pipe up...

 

[sandi_grl]

She stared at the little green nug that he held up between them before he packed it into the pipe. Didn't even break it down.

Sam shook her head again, though it was so tempting being held right in front of her. She really did want to, but it would jeopardize everything she's worked so hard for. She still had 3 months left of school and clinicals, but didn't want to chance it. She tried to push past him. "No. I just want to go back to bed."

 

[The_J0k3R]

"Yeah, it figures," he said, raising the pipe to his lips and sparking the lighter again, burning the green bud and sucking in, taking a long, deep hit off the fresh weed.

"Body built for sin, total fucking prude," he said, letting the smoke out through his nostrils, letting it fill the space in a cloud around them.

"Maybe that'll be enough to let you get to sleep... but you know where to find me if you want a proper hit," I said to her.

 

[sandi_grl]

Prude? Now he was just trying to push buttons. She rolled her eyes at him. "Says the one who never gets laid." She waved her hand in front of her and held her breath as ty smoke swirled around her. She shoved him to the side and made her way out the doorway. "God damn it Tommy!" She spun and glared at him. And then slapped him. "I have fought too hard to stay clean and pass this nursing program. I am not letting you fuck it up!"

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy growled at the force of the slap, as his head rocked to the side. He had never been hit by a woman before; but he'd never been this much of an asshole to one either, so maybe he deserved it.

Regardless, it lit a fire in him, a thousand times hotter than what had already been burning from her indignant little fingersnap earlier. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him, roughly.

"Maybe it's about time I got laid," Tommy growled, pushing her against the counter and pressing himself against her, his thigh between her legs.

"Seems like you could use some dick, anyway..."

 

[sandi_grl]

A yelp escaped her and he yanked her arm, and she winced being pushed roughly against the counter. She froze for several moments; for the first time in a long time she was actually scared. She'd dealt with her fair share of rough and violent patients when she was doing her ER rotation. But she pretty much expected it, it came with the territory. She didn't expect it from him.

"Let me go!" Samantha pushed against him. Her heart raced, and she was breathing heavy. She twisted her arm, trying to break free from his grasp, but just couldn't manage. "Tommy, please!"

 

[The_J0k3R]

"Fuck you, no!" Tommy spat in response, using his grip on her arm to spin her around. He pulled her arm around behind her, hard, tweaking her shoulder in the process, but he ignored her yelp of pain.

He set the glass pipe and lighter down with a smack on the counter top in front of her as he struggled to get a grip on her. He pressed into her from behind, his now free hand grasping at her remaining free arm. He found a grip on her, and yanked that arm around behind her as well.

And then he had her. He pressed against her thick butt with his crotch.

"You've been teasing me with this hot body of yours for months," he growled...

 

[sandi_grl]

"I have not been teasing you!" Well, maybe that was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. She tried again at breaking her arms free, but he had a good grip on her. Her shoulder hurt, which made struggling against him that much harder. She glanced around the counter, trying to figure out what to do, maybe find something to use... But she didn't have her hands free so it's not like she could smack him over the head with anything anyway.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She was struggling against his grip, but he was stronger than her, keeping her pinned down. He discovered quite quickly that all her pushing back against him was getting him rather hard. He growled.

He pulled her arms together behind her back, and found a grip on both her wrists with one of his large hands, freeing his other. He'd wanted to get his hands on her for so long, and he didn't waste any time in doing exactly that, his free hand sliding down under the waistband of her tiny shorts to grab a hold of one of her thick buttcheeks.

"Is this what you had in mind all along?" he demanded to know, squeezing her flesh aggressively, his fingers digging in hard, probing towards her core...

 

[sandi_grl]

She kicked her legs, but it was useless with where he was standing behind her and against her. She couldn't stomp on his toes or kick at his knees. She was at a complete disadvantage, totally helpless. As much as she didn't want to be, her body was responding to his touch. Her nipples hardened against the cold counter top, she could feel the moisture between her legs, and her skin getting warm. She took a deep breath but stayed silent, still racking her brain on what to do. Maybe if she didn't say anything to escalate the situation, he'd get his fill of groping her and then let her go. A girl could hope, right?

 

[The_J0k3R]

She was kicking at him, but he could feel her resolve breaking at the same time. He had her. He was too drunk and stoned to recognize what kind of monster he was becoming in that moment. The kind of monster he never thought he could be. He squeezed at Samantha's ass for a few moments, savoring the feel of her skin under his fingertips, before pulling his hand out from under her panties.

He was unfastening his braided leather belt. Pulling it out from his jeans' belt loops.

Wrapping it around her wrists, and fastening it tight, binding her.

His hand went up to her throat next. "You're mine..." he growled in her ear.

 

[sandi_grl]

She pulled at her arms once again as he tightened the belt around her wrists. Not fast enough. She wiggled her fingers as they tingled a bit from the restriction. Being tied up was definitely one of her kinks, but in this situation? Not so much.

As his hand went to her throat, she swallowed nervously.

"You're mine..."

Sam inhaled sharply at the declaration, goosebumps traveling down her body at the words. "No!" A new surge of adrenaline ran through her veins and she struggled against him again, turning her head and trying to bite his hand or arm. She kicked again, aiming higher, hoping ot maybe get him between the legs where it would count.