"What the fuck?!"

My eyes shot open at the sound of a female voice seeming shocked. I looked up from the couch in which I'm laying down on with Y/N to my left, under my arm and snuggled into me. Is she cuddling me? Surely not. We had spent a lot of time in bed together 5 years ago and I had never woken up to this. Is the couch just too small for her to not cuddle me? I don't know.

The sight of Aubrey stood over the top of us, looking down at me with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth makes me instantly realise why she looks so shocked.

We are both naked.

I swat my hand at her, attempting to distract her from my naked body and Y/N's. I wish I didn't have to move from the cuddle in which Y/N had embraced me in but staying here naked with my best friend staring at us wasn't an option. I stood up, grabbing Y/N's beige flannel and throwing it over myself. It was an oversized fit on my bartender but on me... it was like I was wearing a giant's largest shirt. It covered my naked body well.

With all the commotion and me telling Aubrey to "ssshhh!" Every time Aubrey attempted to scold me for sleeping with her, Y/N had begun waking up.

We both looked to the naked woman on the couch as she opened her eyes. I expected her to be angry that Aubrey was seeing her naked, or that I hadn't covered her up yet but to my surprise she simply opened her eyes, groaned and closed them again before turning onto her other side, face nuzzled into the back of the couch. Aubrey gave me a look of 'Do something' and so I did. I picked up my brown sweater and I attempted to wake Y/N up again to put it on but as I rolled her over and started to shove the sweater onto her head to get it on, she groaned:

"I am not wearing that" and pushed it off her head. With a sigh, I grabbed her white shirt instead and put it on her, to which she nodded and fell back asleep. The shirt covered most of her top half but as she rolled back into the same position as before, I realised the shirt only slightly covered the ass I had left my marks on: scratches and hand print visible to Aubrey, who once again gave me a look of 'Are you serious?'.

She didn't speak after I had shushed her so much earlier so the silence was filled with dramatic movements as we argued. I gave my woman on the couch a last glance, appreciating the sight I get to call mine before walking into the kitchen with Aubrey, who practically dragged me in there and after closing the door, the torture started.

"Lizzie... What. The. Fuck."

"It just happened?"

"Whilst I was asleep?! On our couch?! EW" Her voice was loud as she got more and more energetic.

"First of all, I bought the couch, its mine so I can fuck who I want on it and second..."

I'm cut off by Aubrey cringing at the thought of me having sex on the couch we sat on every night.

"Stop. Get over it! So, what? I slept with her." I said, a smile appearing on my face at the thought of last night.

She was on top of me, one hand on my left breast kneading it like warm dough and the other was between my legs, knuckles deep and fingers covered in... me. As her tongue moved around my bundle of nerves, my hand clenched the top of the couch and my head rolled back.

"Fine, how was it?" Aubrey replied excitedly after a few moments of realising she wanted to know all about it. She acted like a school girl after her best friend had her first kiss.

I shook my head as I put my hands on the kitchen counter, leaning forward on them as the smile grew on my face. "I- You don't understand- Wow" I stuttered and Aubrey jumped over to me, grabbing my arms and holding them to my side as she shook me a little bit.

"You slept with her. You got the girl!" Aubrey stated the obvious and we both had a moment of smiling and squealing. She gasped at the sight of my neck and chest.

"Jesus, how rough was it?" She asked, I gathered it was the hickies plastered over me. The ones to which I told Y/N not to leave.

"That's the thing... It wasn't? It was soft and passionate and... loving." I said with my lips pressed together, I slowly nodded as Aubrey covered her mouth and tilted her head. "Awh, that makes it even better" She swoons over the romantic side of Y/N and I.

As I went to continue, Y/N entered the kitchen. She was in the white shirt I had pulled onto her not 10 minutes ago with her sports bra not on. My eyes couldn't help but move down from her beautiful face and down to the breasts which were so prominent through the shirt, to which I will be asking her to wear more often.

Aubrey nodded and turned for the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of water so, I'm assuming, she didn't have to watch the two of us interact.

"Hmm?" Y/N hummed, with a frown and glancing down to then notice why I was staring at her as though I hadn't eaten in a few months. An eye roll confirmed she now knew why my eyes were glued to her and she simply walked over to me, tapping the side of my hip.

"Calm down, darling" her voice rasped. Her morning voice could send me into another dimension, it makes me feel feral. She ran her hand around my waist line as she walked past me and towards the fridge, practically walking in front of Aubrey who was still looking in the fridge.

"Okay" Aubrey muttered sarcastically as her view was now blocked as Y/N reached into our fridge and took out multiple yogurts, an opened bottle of Apple Juice which was Aubrey's and the Tupperware pot I had put my homemade brownies in 2 nights ago. She piled the items in her arms as she closed the fridge with her foot. "I wasn't done" Another sarcastic comment from Aubrey as she reopened the fridge.

"And that's mine" she said, grabbing the Apple Juice from Y/N as she started walking back to the living room. "And that's rude" Y/N spoke back, snatching the Apple Juice back off of Aubrey.

"I can see your tits" Aubrey said in an attempt to be a bitch but Y/N simple carried on walking.

"You seemed to like staring at them this morning"

"What? When you were laying on my couch butt ass naked?" Aubrey snapped back.

"It's my couch" I joined in; Aubrey gave me a glare before waving her hand to shoo me away like a cat.

Y/N and I then walked into the living room together and back over to the couch in which I had her bent over not even 5 hours ago. Her hands behind her back secured by one of mine as my other one felt her walls clenching around my two fingers, my lips kissing down her back, leaving some marks of my own.

The silence wasn't awkward but instead comforting.

"Damn, last night has got you hungry" I commented as Y/N munched on the yogurt and brownies. Even though she sat crossed legged, the yogurt between her legs and the brownies on her stomach and the Apple Juice resting on her leg, my heart still couldn't stop pounding and my brain couldn't stop commenting on how fine she looked. I couldn't stop imagining what our future would look like.

Y/N didn't reply but simply offered me one of my own brownies, to which she had dipped in the yoghurt. "It's good!" She added when I grimaced at the sight of the concoction in her fingers.

"Yeah, I'm sure it is" My hand pushed hers into the direction of her own mouth which I made smear yoghurt across her cheek. My hand cupped her chin as her jaw breaks up the food, pulling her to look at me as I run my thumb on her cheek, taking the yoghurt off and licking my finger clean. The same as last night.

"Thanks, mom."

"Call me mommy" I teased and the reaction I got was priceless. She stopped chewing and gulped hard, looking at me with wide eyes as it looks as though she's considering it.

"No that's weird" She finalised, the clear gay panic over as she took another mouthful.

"I bet I could get you to moan it" I teased further.

She looked at me with a cheeky smile, as though she was a school boy who had just gotten in trouble. "Oh yeah?" She moved the food onto the coffee table in front of us, the apple juice falling onto the floor as she moved to crawl over to me. As quickly as our lips connected, they were pulled apart just as fast.

"I have something for you"

"Is It a strap? I've always wanted one of those" Y/N said deep in thought, I shook my head in disappointment that a strap-on was her first thought. I stood up and made my way upstairs and after grabbing the present I had gotten for her I made my way back downstairs. I jumped back over to the back of the couch. "Don't look, I haven't wrapped it"

Y/N covered her eyes with her hand. "Oh, shit it's an actual present?" She said, I could tell she was trying to contain her excitement. I placed the matt white box on her lap, standing behind her with my hands on her shoulders. "Open them" I whispered in her ear and the silence was deafening.

"You're fucking joking. This is a joke." She spat out, laughing a few times as she looked back at me. The $2000 MacBook in her lap.

"Not a joke. I promised you it, remember? I don't break my promises"

Y/N leant her head back on the couch, looking up at me from upside down, giving me a look of 'really?' I knew exactly what she was hinting towards: promising to be with my husband and then leaving him for a female bartender who rides a motorbike.

"Whatever, I don't break my promises starting from now. I promise" I say, leaning down to give her a kiss as she puckered her lips not caring for my words as I spoke, only wanting a kiss.

"It's got an 8-core CPU?! AND 256GB SSD?!" Y/N geeked out, I couldn't help but laugh as she fangirled over the laptop. She continued to rant about the computer components and what was good and what wasn't. I simply stared at her features as she rambled on, I knew nothing of what she was saying, it was all a different language to me. I had just walked into the Apple Store and let the employee tell me which one to get, I think Y/N knew more about the laptop than "Adam" had.

"So, this basically means you're paying for the sex last night?"

"No, that's not what it means, idiot" I said, laughing at her stupid attempt at being funny.

"I'm not complaining if it is" She says defensively, putting her hands up in the air to which I grab and pin to the back of the couch, her lip moving between her teeth. Fuck, she's hot.

"Can you buy me a new phone? My iPhone SE sucks" she said cheekily, trying to hold back her laughs as I playfully slap the side of her head, walking round the couch to sit next to her.

The rest of the morning went smoothly, I went to work and Y/N went back to the club. We got dressed together and Y/N was non-stop talking to me about the laptop and what she was going to use it for because her current MacBook was a "pile of shit". It was adorable how she danced around, her physical appearance not hinting to this childish, nerdy side of my bartender.

My day was better than I could've asked for, most of my class passed their exams, the odd few not even passing over 5 marks. Other than that, it was perfect. My last class was interrupted half way through by a student who Y/N and I knew all too well... Hailee. She was one of those young adults who didn't give a shit about anyone but themselves. The first time we met her, I compared her to my first impression of Y/N. Since then, obviously that comparison has gone as I now know who Y/N really is rather than the act she likes to put on. Y/N said she reminded her of her younger self but after a few interactions we both decided she was a student who was troubled and would be needing that extra attention.

She walked in 30 minutes late and didn't say sorry, I noted this and at the end of the class, I made her stay behind. Needless to say, it ended with me wide eyed and watching her walk away after a "You're hot when you're angry" comment the girl who gave me a finger wave before leaving.

"I like her" Y/N laughed as we sat on her couch in her apartment, laughing together at the interaction.

"Y/N, it's so inappropriate!" I said, crossing my legs and leaning on my elbows to listen to whatever advice Y/N was going to give me. The Chinese takeaway bags on the table next to us as Y/N never cooks for me when I'm over.

"She thinks she has a chance, its adorable" She mocked with a pout.

"I would never" I said, shaking my head in disgust.

"I've dated my teacher" Y/N said nonchalantly, like it wasn't anything big. I threw my arms in the air with a shocked look on my face, why has she never told me this?!

"What?" I said threw squinted eyes as I threw my hand in circles signalling for her to elaborate.

"You heard me. Miss Johansson. My English teacher. Hot, very hot."

"So, you have a thing for English teachers?" I said teasingly, attempting to break the tension I had created in the room with my reaction. I knew that If I acted as though it was a bad or disturbing thing, Y/N wouldn't tell me out of embarrassment and letting her guard down.

"I have a type"

"Wait... Teacher? Not Lecturer? This happened in Highschool?" I said, piecing together the little information she had given to me.

"Mhm" She hummed, now grabbing the wine glass in front of her. She's avoiding the question she knows I'm going to ask next.

"How old were you?" I ask, a little more seriously.

"Old enough" She replied, to which I shook my head.

"17" I hear as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen, which in her apartment is only a meter or two away from the couch.

"SEVENTEEN?!" Left my mouth a little louder than I expected as I widen my eyes and look at her, she didn't seem to realise how bad this all sounded to someone like me... A normal person.

"Really, Lizzie? By the time we did anything I was legal, so it was fine" She tried to defend.

"To a normal person like me, that's wrong. To someone like you who's been brainwashed into a relationship, it 'was fine'. "

"I wasn't brainwashed" She laughed at me, pouring herself another glass of wine, almost expecting an argument. What else could she tell me that would escalate this argument further?

"Scarlett and I still talk, we're still friends. I wasn't brainwashed, Elizabeth" she says to which I realise why she was pouring herself more wine and drinking it as though she didn't want to hear my reply.

"Are you talking to her right now?!" My voice raised. I didn't know what I was more upset about: The idea of my current lover talking to her ex, who she now calls a friend or that she was taken advantage of and used AND classes her as a friend. I grabbed her smashed red iPhone SE, unlocking it with the passcode I had seen her put into her phone too many times, a confused look on Y/N's face as she saw me enter her phone, I can only assume she was wondering if I had even gone into her phone before...

"Do you do this often?" She blurted out, as I found her iMessage app and saw the name in her phone.

Hey, I'm good! How are you, darling? Thinking of coming to the club at some point, let me know when you will be working! x