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"Fuck you!" Felix screamed back to the bouncer at the door. She was walking backwards in a pair of five inch heels, quite the feat for a girl this drunk. As she finally turned, she flipped her middle finger as a final gesture as she stumbled away. This block had lots of bars she could get into.

Right now, she was all done up for the night, an asymmetrical mini dress with one shoulder strap. She was wearing a suit jacket she'd taken from one of the patrons. She did it to help a friend of hers woo him to bed. It meant he'd have to call her later for the jacket. Felix had no problem being the drunken wingman.

And in her wandering to the next bar she spotted someone she thought she recognized. "Hey, bitch!" really not sure who she was yelling at.

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"I'm not! 'S cooold...." another whine. She poked him in the hip. It was a signal that wasn't clarified. She then snuggled up, shoving herself under the blankets. Okay, maybe she was planning on sleeping instead.

"Either get in bed and keep me warm or go away," she snorted a laugh at the end if that.

He just shook his head at her. After another gulp of beer he set the bottle down next to hers on the nightstand. Then he got up an left the room.

The sound of a door opening and closing. Then fainter, the sound of running water. The toilet flushing. Again that door opening and closing.

All in all it only took a few minutes before he came back into the bedroom. He's shed his shirt already, and now his jeans fell to the floor. A second later he slid under the covers.

The things he did for a nice place to stay the night.

He got up and she snuggled in her bed. It was a few minutes maybe and then he was back to which the half-asleep drunk murmured a little yay sound and that was that. Of course she really couldn't have been that much if a burden. He was sleeping on a bed in a nice place. It could be worse.

In minutes from him climbing in bed, Felix was out cold and nothing would wake her until the hangover kicked on.

Hesher was a toss-and-turner. One moment he'd be sleeping with his back to Felix, the next he'd have turned to her and snuggled up against her, the thirst he'd have flopped onto his back and started to snore.

This was not the floor or seat of his van, not the floor in some empty building or couch wherever. This was a real proper bed in a real proper home. It was soft and comfortable and warm, and not a gaggle of junkies running about to disturb his sleep. In other words, Hesher slept deeply and would not be waking up anytime soon.

Felix didn't move, not once. She was on her stomach, arm curled up under the pillow. She didn't move and she didn't snore, and she didn't even wake up at his snoring. She needed to sleep this off forever it seemed like. She had every intention to, actually, sleep until forever.

At some point in the early afternoon she started to wake up, turning over finally, being met with a solid body next to her. There was a soft little grunt from her, trying to make sense of what was around her. "Nn..."

She woke up during one of the cuddle-with-Felix moments. Her movements earned her a grunt in return from Hesher, but he didn't wake up. He just tightened his arm around his o-so nice source of bodyheat and sighed in contentment. And if a second later his hand ended up on her breast, well... He was still asleep.

She would have fought it, but, nope she was just going to lay there. Eh, he'd touched her all over twice before, so whatever. And cuddles will work for her right now. He grunts and she makes a little purring sound, pressing close to him because, yeah, heat and comfortable.

Boobs. That was actually one of his first thoughts as he was starting to come too. That his fingers were starting to move, hand slowly starting to knead her breast was a clear sign that he was waking up.

And, why yes indeed! Morning wood going on there.

Mmm, nice morning. Okay, so where was he? He opened an eye a bit to see. Ah. Her. Oh yeah, he'd tagged along last night. He closed his eye again, not planning on moving a bit. And though he was wondering how long it would take for her to start bitching at him, he was still feeling up her breast.

Oh, there it is. That solid body next to her was starting to move and very nicely actually. She really didn't mind that, the kneading. She rather felt like her tits didn't get enough attention. She really should just start getting weirdos like this to sleep with her because, damn, sometimes they were good. Or full of disease. Probably both. She made a mental note to get tested.

Either way, there was no whining from her on this matter. She was hung over, having a headache, totally in need of something to make that headache go away and getting your heart rate up was one of those. That and she kind of liked it.

Really? She wasn't complaining? And he was sure she was awake. Isn't that interesting?

Well then, he could keep on fondling her, then; pausing in the kneading only to tweak a perky nipple.

Yeah, no complaining. Hell, men weren't the only ones that like to wake up to sex or fondling. Felix actually really preferred it. Get the heart going first thing, right?

He paused his kneading to tweak one of her nipples and she let out a gentle sound, a little bit of a plea, hoping for a little more. Felix turned her face in against his shoulder, pressing her chest into his hand. Yes, that's plenty of permission, Hesher.

Ah, see, once you've gone longhaired weird bum, you never go back!

However, even if titties were awesome, one could only play with them for a time before even that got boring. So after a while his hand abandoned her breast. Not that he's just ignore her, no not at all. Instead his fingers traced downwards to between her legs instead.

Ooh, that was nice. His fingers made way between her legs and she sighed softly, parting her legs a little more for him and pressing to that hand. Oh, she certainly didn't mind the way that felt.

Felix decided to be a little help herself and reached for his erection, gently stroking.

Ah, nice. Good girl. "Good mornin' to you too," he mumbled, his lips stretching into an amused smile.

His fingers played over her, stroking in light caresses, rubbing in firmer circles, and eventually a finger slid into her.

"Shush..." she mumbled, still pressing her face to his shoulder. She began to rock her hips against his hand at those firm circles he was drawing until he slipped a finger into her and she bit into his shoulder, her hand giving him a firm squeeze before continuing on and stroking him.

Biting now, was she? He didn't mind that. Though he was chuckling at her shushing him. "I'll talk best I fuckin' please," he said lowly, slipping another finger into her, curling them to better stimulate her g-spot.

She would have said something snarky back to him, but he curled a second finger into her and there was a sharp spike in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hand faltered on his cock for a moment, taking a second to brace herself before she was able to start stroking him again.

There was another nip at his shoulder, trying to keep from falling apart and bite back that moan of pleasure. She really hated to give him so much praise so quickly.

No snapping back at him? Really? Oh well, he was just that good, wasn't he? Maybe he actually was, maybe not, but he did seem to have found something that worked for her.

And so he just grinned, shifting his hips forward to encourage her to maybe grip him a bit harder, or to go faster. Something, anyway.

There was also the fact that she was frighteningly sensitive to touch. She'd always been so keyed up and he just seemed to go for it when he wanted it and that in and of itself was a turn on for her. Maybe that was why she let him stick around at all. She knew at the least she'd get off.

He shifted his hips to her hand and she took the hint, gripping a little tighter, stroking a little fast, slowly as she rubbed her thumb over the head of him.

That earned her a deep exhale from him as the sensations of her hand on him grew intenser and more pleasurable. And as she worked on him he worked on her, skilled fingers rubbing and stroking. She was a hot little thing, this chick, dripping wet and so damn responsive. Hesher was definitely enjoying himself.

She let out a shaky sound herself, swallowing hard for a moment before her mind caught up. "For fuck's sake..." Felix groaned, shifting suddenly, pushing him to lay back and straddled his hips. She teasingly pressed down against him at first, his cock still in her hand. She raises an eyebrow, "No objections?"

Oho? Getting a bit aggressive are we?

With a smile that was honestly more a smirk, he looked up at her. "None at all," he said, hands up in a disarming gesture. He didn't mind if she wanted to take the lead this time. At least for now. He might switch things around later.

She decided she'd take the reins on this. In fact, she sure as hell would. Felix lowered herself onto him, pressing down until she was flush with his hips before bracing herself, her hand pressing down to his throat, just slight pressure, not too much as she began to ride him.

Hesher was not a submissive man, but that didn't mean he had to be dominant all the time. In fact, fucking a girl who wasn't afraid to take what she wanted was pretty damn nice. But that didn't mean he'd act submissive.

He didn't object to her hand on his throat. She wasn't pressing down hard enough to restrict his breathing - though erotic asphyxiation could be really nice, but then you really had to know what you were doing - but she should feel his pulse beating steady and strong against her palm.

With his hands gripping her hips firmly he moved with her, thrusting up hard as she pushed down.

She knew how to take what she wanted. In fact, she was better at it than just letting things happen to her. She was hungover and she was tired, but horny, so she may as well get this over with. He was not objecting after all.

He matched the movements, his hands in her hips, arche back, eyes shut. She focuses on herself more than him. He can get what he wants if he tries, but she was really looking to get herself taken care of.