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tamingthemuseTitle: Unwritten Rules
Fandom/Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Summary: She had broken one of the unwritten rules of friendship but she might be able to undo the damage indirectly.
She woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own and wondered silently what had happened to her the night before. It wasn’t her usual thing to wake up naked in someone else’s bed; that was something that the other girls did, not her. She was the good girl, the designated driver, the upstanding one that never did anything wrong.
Somehow though, it seemed wrong to wake up naked and sore in places that she’d forgot belonged to her in a very masculine bedroom. The sheets were a shambles around her hips, draping her like a marble statuette and winding around her breasts in a sinuous ribbon that barely covered her nipples.
When she turned her head to look at the clock, she realized two things. She knew her location and that she was fucked in the most generalized sense of the term. She looked at the engagement picture of her best friend and the bride-to-be and wished that there was anywhere else in the world that she could be.
A familiar voice was coming from the shower as she unwound herself from the sheet and looked for her clothes. They were scattered from the bed to the front door, an arrow pointing toward the scene of her greatest debauchery. She gathered them in her arms and headed back to the bedroom to get herself dressed and out of there before he got out of the shower and came back in the room.
As she pulled her panties up and fastened her bra, she thought about the unspoken rules of friendship, the ones that you learned through years of childhood tugs-of-war over the little and big things. Although they changed over the years with the pull of adulthood and the maturity of the person, they still remained the same in essence.
Her last conscious memory from last night was drinking that round of shooters with Kim. Kim was dressed in a stupid veil with condoms attached to it, wearing a tee shirt with Lifesavers candy stapled all over it. She was trashed and it was her job at the maid of honor to make sure that she got home all right.
She was sure that she failed miserably. She couldn’t even get herself home all right.
She had her dress over her head and twisted around her waist when a male voice came from the doorway. “So, were you just going to jump up and run off this morning? I thought that we could go and get some breakfast.”
She pulled the dress down and huffed her hair out of her face. “Uh, hi, Brian. Good morning?”
“Morning.” He wasn’t naked, but he wasn’t wearing clothes either. There was a towel wrapped around his waist, not very securely either, barely hanging on the slim hips and low in the front. She averted her eyes, not wanting to see what she had forgotten from the night before.
“How did I end up here? Where’s Kim?” Her voice seemed hollow to her but she ignored the fact and went on with her questions. “Last thing I remember was a round of shooters and Kim dancing around with that stupid veil on her head.”
“The bachelor party met up with you guys after that and we partied together for a while. Kim went home with Patty and Jamie after she started puking. As to how you ended up here, my place was closer than yours was and we were pretty drunk so we crashed here.”
She turned around to look at him and regretted it immediately when she realized that he was naked and facing her. “How did I end up naked?” she went on bravely.
“I guess the same way that everyone ends up naked. You started stripping your clothes off the minute we hit the door and were passed out by the time that you hit the bed. I just crawled in and passed out next to you.”
“So nothing happened?”
“No, nothing happened. What did you think, that I took advantage of you? Hell no. You’re like a sister to me, Beth, not like…that.” He made hand motions toward his crotch and she looked down, noticing that his dick lied worse than he did.
“Somehow, Brian, I just don’t believe you. Since I don’t remember though, I can’t tell Kim anything.” She bent over and pulled her shoes on with one hand as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I broke rule number seven of the unwritten rules of friendship last night and if it ever gets out, I’m going to kill you slowly. Very slowly.”
She stood, a little shaky on her heels. “I’ll keep my mouth shut and you’d better. See you later asshole.”
With her head held high, she left the bedroom and headed toward the front door of the messy apartment. She was nearly to the door when she heard the snick of a key in the lock and watched the doorknob turn in front of her horrified eyes.
With a silent squeal, she skittered into the kitchen and hid behind the door. Kim walked into the apartment like she owned it (which she would soon, or at least half of it) and headed to the bedroom that she had just left.
Muffled voices came from the bedroom as she eased her way out of the door and closed it gently behind her. With a sigh of relief, she ran to the elevator, intent on getting out of the area before the truth came out. If there was one thing that she knew about Brian, he had a big mouth. If there was one thing that she knew about Kim, she had an uncanny attention for details.
It was probably one of the main reasons that she left her cheap bangle bracelets on the nightstand and her pantyhose on the floor. Yeah, she could have grabbed them—but what would keep Kim from making the biggest mistake of her life then?
She had broken one of the rules of friendship, but she tried to make up for it. She never meant to sleep with her best friend’s fiancé and break one of the unwritten rules, but she could make up for it somehow. She hoped that she could. If she couldn’t, she could live with herself though. She couldn’t remember it anyway.
Fandom/Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Summary: She had broken one of the unwritten rules of friendship but she might be able to undo the damage indirectly.
She woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own and wondered silently what had happened to her the night before. It wasn’t her usual thing to wake up naked in someone else’s bed; that was something that the other girls did, not her. She was the good girl, the designated driver, the upstanding one that never did anything wrong.
Somehow though, it seemed wrong to wake up naked and sore in places that she’d forgot belonged to her in a very masculine bedroom. The sheets were a shambles around her hips, draping her like a marble statuette and winding around her breasts in a sinuous ribbon that barely covered her nipples.
When she turned her head to look at the clock, she realized two things. She knew her location and that she was fucked in the most generalized sense of the term. She looked at the engagement picture of her best friend and the bride-to-be and wished that there was anywhere else in the world that she could be.
A familiar voice was coming from the shower as she unwound herself from the sheet and looked for her clothes. They were scattered from the bed to the front door, an arrow pointing toward the scene of her greatest debauchery. She gathered them in her arms and headed back to the bedroom to get herself dressed and out of there before he got out of the shower and came back in the room.
As she pulled her panties up and fastened her bra, she thought about the unspoken rules of friendship, the ones that you learned through years of childhood tugs-of-war over the little and big things. Although they changed over the years with the pull of adulthood and the maturity of the person, they still remained the same in essence.
Her last conscious memory from last night was drinking that round of shooters with Kim. Kim was dressed in a stupid veil with condoms attached to it, wearing a tee shirt with Lifesavers candy stapled all over it. She was trashed and it was her job at the maid of honor to make sure that she got home all right.
She was sure that she failed miserably. She couldn’t even get herself home all right.
She had her dress over her head and twisted around her waist when a male voice came from the doorway. “So, were you just going to jump up and run off this morning? I thought that we could go and get some breakfast.”
She pulled the dress down and huffed her hair out of her face. “Uh, hi, Brian. Good morning?”
“Morning.” He wasn’t naked, but he wasn’t wearing clothes either. There was a towel wrapped around his waist, not very securely either, barely hanging on the slim hips and low in the front. She averted her eyes, not wanting to see what she had forgotten from the night before.
“How did I end up here? Where’s Kim?” Her voice seemed hollow to her but she ignored the fact and went on with her questions. “Last thing I remember was a round of shooters and Kim dancing around with that stupid veil on her head.”
“The bachelor party met up with you guys after that and we partied together for a while. Kim went home with Patty and Jamie after she started puking. As to how you ended up here, my place was closer than yours was and we were pretty drunk so we crashed here.”
She turned around to look at him and regretted it immediately when she realized that he was naked and facing her. “How did I end up naked?” she went on bravely.
“I guess the same way that everyone ends up naked. You started stripping your clothes off the minute we hit the door and were passed out by the time that you hit the bed. I just crawled in and passed out next to you.”
“So nothing happened?”
“No, nothing happened. What did you think, that I took advantage of you? Hell no. You’re like a sister to me, Beth, not like…that.” He made hand motions toward his crotch and she looked down, noticing that his dick lied worse than he did.
“Somehow, Brian, I just don’t believe you. Since I don’t remember though, I can’t tell Kim anything.” She bent over and pulled her shoes on with one hand as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I broke rule number seven of the unwritten rules of friendship last night and if it ever gets out, I’m going to kill you slowly. Very slowly.”
She stood, a little shaky on her heels. “I’ll keep my mouth shut and you’d better. See you later asshole.”
With her head held high, she left the bedroom and headed toward the front door of the messy apartment. She was nearly to the door when she heard the snick of a key in the lock and watched the doorknob turn in front of her horrified eyes.
With a silent squeal, she skittered into the kitchen and hid behind the door. Kim walked into the apartment like she owned it (which she would soon, or at least half of it) and headed to the bedroom that she had just left.
Muffled voices came from the bedroom as she eased her way out of the door and closed it gently behind her. With a sigh of relief, she ran to the elevator, intent on getting out of the area before the truth came out. If there was one thing that she knew about Brian, he had a big mouth. If there was one thing that she knew about Kim, she had an uncanny attention for details.
It was probably one of the main reasons that she left her cheap bangle bracelets on the nightstand and her pantyhose on the floor. Yeah, she could have grabbed them—but what would keep Kim from making the biggest mistake of her life then?
She had broken one of the rules of friendship, but she tried to make up for it. She never meant to sleep with her best friend’s fiancé and break one of the unwritten rules, but she could make up for it somehow. She hoped that she could. If she couldn’t, she could live with herself though. She couldn’t remember it anyway.
