we will all laugh at guilded butterflies [M] [DEL]

[drew adrian o'connel]

Her one-tracked mind had found it's home. Nearly everything that Drew tended to think about revolved around the idea of sex. The choices she made, the things she said, the actions she took. Right now, she was in her comfort zone; the one place that she knew backwards and forwards. Her breathing was low, coming in quick spurts that were barely audible. Her ways were rhythmic, she was going through the motions. Drew could probably do it all blindfolded by now. A smirk crossed her face as Del moaned and she buried her lips across the girl's collarbone. Now this was what she was made for.

A shiver ran up Drew's spine as Delaware traced her back. Her senses were heightened, so at the slightest touch, a wave of electricity swept through her system. She loved that, it gave her adrenaline a boost and made her keep pressing forward. She allowed Del to touch her however she pleased, because whatever she was doing was working. It really turned her on. At the tug of her pants, Drew smirked. She removed her lips from Delaware's neck. "All yours, babe," she muttered before returning her mouth to the other girl's. Little words like that were as much as they needed.

Drew didn't like being fucked as much as she liked fucking. Being fucked didn't give her much control over the situation, and although it felt great, she hated being at someone else's whim. Oh well, Delaware was apparently a pretty good lay, so things wouldn't be bad. Okay, so they would probably be pretty fantastic. Shit, she needed to stop thinking. It was throwing off her game. Drew took a deep and controlled breath, detaching herself from Del for just a moment and looking at her. She had to admit, she hadn't pictured this happening between them again.

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[delaware zelda meehan]

Delaware didn’t have to fuck Drew if she didn’t want it; she just wanted to feel Drew against her completely and wholly, with nothing in between them. Skin on skin was an amazing feeling when you were already on a sexually driven high. Del couldn’t stay in one position long; every little shift in her body sent another chill down her spine and her head spinning all over again. God she was in heaven and didn’t want to come back. With one hand resting on Drew’s waist, she brought the other one up to brush Drew’s bangs back away from her face. Del returned her gaze, before giving a small smile, and raising her head up so that their lips met once again.

----^{time jump cause sharbie’s muse is evil and don’t like the sexy details of sex}----

Del slowly came to the consciousness she really didn’t want. She was far too comfortable to wake up from the pleasant dream she’d been having. You know, the one where finally after a year her and Drew went at it again. Yeah, that was a really good dream. She shifted slightly and whimpered as her thoughts insisted on waking, and that’s when she remembered it hadn’t been a dream and the warmth she was feeling was mot coming from the heating pad on her bed.

Oh yeah. She smiled as she pulled her entire body closer to the one she was holding under the blanket. With the smile still lingering she buried her face into Drew’s shoulder before lightly kissing the spot. They weren’t exactly supposed to have sex last night, but oh well. Once they had gotten started there was no stopping them. Nope, and when they had finally passed out in the early morning hours, they’d remained on the couch where they’d been all night, Drew wrapped in Del’s arms under the warm blanket. There hadn’t been much talking afterward either. Del was almost certain she’d fallen asleep first, but how could se not? Oh well, maybe she could fall back to sleep and forget she’d even woken up and fall back into that dream of her and Drew once again. She sighed quietly, giving Drew a small squeeze, willing herself back into that warm dreamland.

[drew adrian o'connel]

So they'd had sex. Wait, scratch that. They'd had good sex. Sex that Drew could actually remember. And then they'd fallen asleep. Together. Now, wasn't that strange? It seemed like she'd just shut her eyes and then it was morning. Light was shining in from the window, light that she usually covered in her bedroom. But they'd slept on the couch, so the light got to her a lot quicker than it normally would. She stared at her empty television screen, feeling the warm breath from Delaware on the back of her neck. The couch was oddly comfortable and roomy for having both of them on it. It wasn't a bad thing; she'd slept like a rock last night.

She yawned, noticing the change in Del's breathing. She had to be waking up. Drew had slept with enough people to know when they were about to wake up. Their breathing would get shallower, and they'd shift a little. That was what was happening right now. She smiled a little, feeling Del kiss her shoulder. She didn't mind waking up to this. Drew shifted, letting Delaware know that she was awake by her movements. She turned over, blinking a little at the sunlight coming over the edge of the couch. "Morning," she said, looking at Del.

All Drew could think of right now was her real need for a cigarette. She sat up, resting her back against the arm of the couch and putting a hand to her head, rubbing her hair a little. She reached behind her for a cigarette, allowing her bare front to be exposed. Taking one from the pack, Drew lit it, feeling better about herself by the first puff. She took a few more drags before setting it down in the ashtray and looking again at Delaware. "So, breakfast or something?" Somehow, this felt more awkward to her than a normal one night stand.

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[delaware zelda meehan]

Drew shifting around drug Del out of the near-completely-back-to-sleep state again and she groaned slightly. She blinked her eyes a couple times before returning Drew’s gaze. ”Mornin’.” she mumbled, her eyes barely able to stay open. She hated mornings. Wasn’t a morning person in the least, and especially not after a night of work and sex. Nope, that made waking up that much harder. She was physically worn and would be happy with a couple more hours of sleep at least.

Delaware yawned and checked her watch as Drew moved about to get her cigarette. Del snuggeled in deeper under the warm blanket as Drew’s warmth slowly faded away from her. She wanted to tell Drew to fuck the cigarette and to cuddle some more, but had a feeling that wouldn’t go over too well. No, she kept her mouth shut and kept herself from curling up into a ball and drifting back off into dreamland. The sleeping part was the hardest not to do. Del was actually almost back to sleep when Drew spoke, making her jump just a little.

Glancing up, Del frowned for a moment before looking away. Yeah, even half asleep her eyes had wandered down to get a brief look of Drew’s chest, how could she not? Yawning again Del shook her head before shifting down the couch fat enough to cover her head up with the blanket. One to block out the sun and two to block out the view Drew was offering her. ”Does something include more sleep?” she said loud enough to be heard through the blanket. ”Or does it include something else?” with this question she lazily let her fingers trace a path up Drew’s thigh.

[drew adrian o'connel]

Drew was never a morning person, but once she was up, it was hard for her to get back to sleep. That was how she'd functioned most of her life. Especially when she used to get up for work early in the morning. She was guaranteed never to fall back asleep after the alarm went off. Unless she was hungover, which was more often than not. That was why she was happy to set her own times. Hairdressing didn't require a person to be up at the crack of dawn. Most people didn't come in until 11 anyway. And that was perfectly fine with Drew. By then, she'd be functioning on all cylinders.

Delaware, on the other hand, was obviously ready for a few more hours of sleep. Last night had been a bit of a work out. As funny as it was to say, Drew had built up a pretty good stamina when it came to having sex in the wee hours of the morning. It just didn't wear her out. She took a long drag from the cigarette, letting the early buzz form in her body. She definitely felt a lot less tense then she had a few minutes ago waking up with Delaware's arms around her. It just... freaked her out.

She flicked the cigarette, letting it burn a little in the ashtray while she watched Del. She was definitely hell-bent on the whole, sleep thing. Drew smiled just a little, the edges of her lips curving up. "Well, you can sleep," she said with a shrug. "I'm wide awake right now, and I'm hungry." At the touch of Delaware's fingers to her thigh, Drew's small smile grew into a smirk. "Well, maybe later," she finally said, untangling herself from the blanket and getting off of the couch. She grabbed the smoke, letting it hang loosely in her mouth while she walked into her bedroom. Drew threw on a pair of blue pajama bottoms and a black tank top before coming back into the living room. "So?"

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[delaware zelda meehan]

Delaware remained hidden under the blanket, sad to say that she was unfortunately becoming fully awake. She remained clinging to the warmth however, trying to fall back to sleep. She would have sighed in defeat, but decided not to. Instead she remained quiet, her fingers feeling Drew’s warm skin of her thigh. She listened to Drew smoke her cigarette, then talk. If only she could sleep, she would. Damnit, she was still tired. She frowned as Drew got up from the couch and wandered off. She was beginning to wonder if maybe everything they had done was a mistake.

She curled up in a small ball under the blanket, completely hidden contemplating where they would go from there. Things wouldn’t be the same, would they? No matter what they did things would not before the same. Not completely anyway. Not unless they pretended like it never happened. Not that that would ever happen. It was still fresh on her mind and wasn’t about to go anywhere. So, all that left was where did they go now? Shopping like she had planned? She laughed slightly to herself. That had been the beginning of it after all, to get Drew to go calmly shopping without being a pain in the ass while doing it.

But what were they to do now? Did Drew expect Del to get up and make her breakfast? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened like that. The two waking up next to each other happened nearly every time the other had stayed the night. But they hadn’t woken up naked next to each other, not since that first time. She sighed, trying to decide what to do. When she finally heard Drew come back into the room. She pulled the blanket back from over her head and yawned, crossing her arms over her chest. ”So what?”

[drew adrian o'connel]

Drew didn't think about making mistakes. She didn't worry about her actions until the morning, and even then, they didn't effect her much. At least until now. There was a bad feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. It was the same kind of feeling she got before something really bad happened. Now usually, Drew tried to ignore this kind of feeling. Half of the time, the bad thing that was supposedly happening never happened. But right now, it was something she really couldn't ignore. Last night was just sex to her. It was mindless. But it was with Del. And that changed everything about it.

They were friends. And Drew had broken a... sacred pact. Never have sex with your friends. Because then it would always turn into something more. Or it would always turn into a fight that would end the friendship without question. Oh, she'd been through that numerous times. And right now was really no different. Del had to know that Drew didn't want a relationship or anything like that. She hated relationships. Drew was just about the sex. That was it. Shit, what could she even do now? Was Del expecting something more? Oh God, she hoped not.

She took a pull from the cigarette, trying her best not to look worried about what happened. "So, did you want me to make something?" she managed, breathing out some smoke as she spoke. As long as she didn't have to talk much more. Drew was bad at the whole, morning after thing when she knew who she'd fucked the night before. There just wasn't much that she could think to say to Delaware. She ran a hand through her hair, watching the cigarette in her hand before taking another breathe. "About last night... it was, just sex. Just to be clear," she forced herself to tell Del. If they weren't clear on this now, things would get complicated later.

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[delaware zelda meehan]

Del knew perfectly well how much Drew disliked relationships. You couldn't be her friend for more than a year and not hear her talk about how stupid relationships were and how she planned on never getting into one. Hell, Drew had watched Del go through all the issues of a short lived relationship. Yeah, Del wasn't a fan of relationships either, but when she got down to it, she wanted to be in one, a real decent one. You know, where the sex was guiltless and there wasn't the morning after. Where you could sleep with that person as much as you wanted and didn't have to worry about anything. Yeah, that's what she wanted more than anything else.

But Delaware knew Drew well enough to also know that Drew couldn't stick with just one person. That wasn't something Drew was really capable, in Del's opinion anyway. Drew was too promiscuous to stay with just one person. She'd probably get bored and end up cheating. Del sighed, yeah, they shouldn't have slept with one another because now they were going to have that between them, even if it was just silently hanging there, beginning to be noticed.

"Fine, I'll make you some breakfast," she sighed out, pulling the blanket off of her legs and standing from the couch. She started to collect her clothes and redress in them. Once her pants were back on, she stretched her arms over her head, holding onto her shirt. She looked over toward Drew as she spoke. And there it was. She pulled her shirt over her head, and tried not to shake her head. "Yeah, I know." She did, honest. She knew there wasn't going to be more, even if she kind of sorta wanted there to be. "It was just to get you to come shopping with me quietly," she said remembering what had all started it again. She smiled at Drew, almost challenging her to go against her word.

[drew adrian o'connel]

In all honesty, Drew's desire to be in a relationship with anyone was usually hindered by her ways. She either got bored, or tired of fighting, or she found someone better, or more exciting; someone that provided her with a challenge. Oh, how she loved the thrill of the chase. It was the catching and keeping part that didn't work out for her. But however much she was seen as a 'non-relationship' girl, there was always the smallest part in her that wanted to be with someone for the long-run. Someone that could keep her guessing, that she could have fun with, that really knew her. But would Drew let anyone know that? Of course not. Plus, she was fine with fucking whoever she wanted.

Fucking a friend was probably worse than fucking a stranger. Actually, it was way worse. Because now it would be hanging over their heads. The first time was different, they didn't know each other then. But now, a year or so later, things were definitely a lot more complicated. She had to make it clear with Del that it was just sex. That was all. Smiling, she puffed out the rest of the cigarette and put it in the ashtray. "Sounds good, I've got eggs and bacon and shit in the fridge," Drew said, trying to keep things casual, however awkward they seemed to be. It was better to just ignore it.

But she did have to make things clear between them. It was just meaningless sex. She'd told herself this at the beginning and now was telling Del at the end. Maybe it would've made things better now if she'd told the other in the beginning. Drew watched as Delaware put her clothes back on, reaching her arms over her head messing around with her hair a little. She hoped that Del understood. It really wasn't like Drew to do this to a friend. Smiling, she laughed a little. "Of course," she said. "Otherwise, I don't think it would've happened." Maybe the last bit was a little too much.

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[delaware zelda meehan]

Del was beginning to think it was best to look past the fact that they had had sex. They would figure something out about it later, you know after they don't talk about it. She quietly called herself an idiot for letting them get carried away, and even blamed herself for a lot of it. After all, if she hadn't been so persistent on the whole grocery shopping thing... oh well. What was done was done and there was nothing left to do except look past it and remind herself and Drew that it wasn't going to happen again. Their silent pack was once again standing at that moment. Yeap. No more sex between them. Ever.

She scrunched her nose as Drew said she had bacon and eggs in her kitchen. Yeah, not only was she not a morning person, but she really wasn't one for eating in the morning. Why couldn't Drew cook it herself? Probably cause she'd have the fire alarms in the entire building going off if she did. Del had been present the one time Drew had tried to cook, and Delaware made it perfectly clear that she was to do the cooking next time she was over. Damn, she'd jinxed herself a long time ago on that subject didn't she?

Quietly Del walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. She smiled at Drew. "I'd still drag you along kicking and screaming. You know I would have." Drew would have embarrassed the hell out of her too. So yeah, the sex thing just may have been a good thing, but things were probably still messed up in the long run. "How do you want your eggs?" she asked setting the eggs and bacon on the counter before moving to get a skillet. Yeah, she knew Drew's kitchen almost as well as she knew her own. She still liked hers better though, and made a mental note to have their next little sleep over at her place.

[drew adrian o'connel]

She really had to hope that Delaware wouldn't expect more. It was both of their faults for letting this happen, but Del had to know that Drew couldn't resist the idea of sex with anyone. Sex was probably more addicting to her than cigarettes or the drugs she did. There was no better release or way to forget than fucking someone. She could just lose herself and all the problems in the world. It was just one of those things. But Drew wasn't going to have sex with her friends again. That was definitely a big mistake. She should've kept herself under control. But that was the whole thing. Drew had very little self-control when it came to sex.

Okay, so her cooking probably wasn't the greatest in the world, but she was decent at it. She was just bad at making food on a stove when she was stoned. Things tended to distract Drew like no other. Once she smelt it burning, however, she was more attentive than ever. Aside from a few slip-ups now and then, she was a pretty good cook. Delaware, however, was far better at cooking than she was. She could always make a meal that would fill Drew up with very little effort. She took a seat on the couch, turning on the TV and staring at it lazily. She knew better than to stray into the kitchen when Del was cooking.

"You know I'd just end up pissing you off anyway," she answered, smirking. "Luckily we won't have to go through all that this time." She would've much rather had sex than had to deal with shopping tomorrow. Now, at least, they wouldn't fight because Drew would have to contain herself. Maybe she'd just smoke before, or do some of that left over blow she'd found in her drawer. Then things wouldn't suck so much. "Scrambled," she said to Delaware after a few moments of considering her options. Breakfast was her favorite meal, and she would've much rather had Eggs Benedict. But, for Del, she kept it simple.

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