The Peak (Or how a friend nearly got me off in a crowded room…again) [F/M]

   "I am so sorry." I squeaked. I stood in Kit's kitchen, staring at the busted vase on the floor. Kit held an exploded can of biscuits in one hand, and gripped the counter with the other.
   He sighed and put down the can, turning to the storage closet. "It's ok."
   "I am so, so sorry," I hunkered down, picking up the biggest pieces of the ex-vase gingerly.
   Kit turned back with a tiny broom and dustpan, crouching with me. "Stop, you're going to cut yourself."
   "I'm sorry…"
   "It's ok." Kit swept up the remaining vase pieces. "My mom found it at a garage sale or something, it's no big deal."
   Way to go, Lily, break the present from his mom. "I'm sorry." I said feebly.
   "Dude, it's ok." He stood and moved to the trash can, discarding the ceramic shards.
   "Not really." I said under my breath, placing the big pieces on the table, trying to assemble them back into a vase-like shape.
   "Seriously, stop."
   "But I'm sorry," I stammered.
   "I know."
   "I broke the thing because biscuits." I made a popping sound with my mouth in a pathetic attempt to mimic the noise the biscuit can made when it exploded and startled me.
   "…right." Kit turned back to the biscuit can, peeling it open.
   I looked at the vase pieces, trying to decide what adhesive would best hold the ceramic together.
   "Are you going to be like this the rest of the night?" I looked up to see Kit raising an eyebrow at me.
   I looked at the vase again and swallowed hard. "…I'm sorry."
   He sighed once more, setting down the de-canned biscuit dough and turning to the fridge. He pulled out a can of Dr. Pepper and set it on the counter. "I'll forgive you if you do me two favors," he said, opening a cabinet and removing a glass. "One, we never speak of the vase again," he reached up and grabbed a bottle off of the fridge. "And two," he popped the top of the bottle and poured some into the glass, followed by the Dr. Pepper. "You get some alcohol in your system." He held out the glass to me, and I took it gingerly with both hands. "Deal?" I nodded. He looked at the glass. I took a sip and he patted me on the head. "Now, break apart those biscuits."

   When the biscuits were in the oven, I made my way into the living room area and sat down in my spot where the sectional met the far wall. Geoff sat cross-legged in front of the TV, alternately fiddling with the controls and remote. Kit made his way into the living room just as the front door opened.
   Sam donned one of her signature plaid button-downs and her usually curly red hair was straightened. "We got fruit for night breakfast!" She chirped, hefting a grocery store bag into the air as she stepped through the door.
   "And beer," Will added, crossing to set the bottles on the counter. He leaned over the back of the couch to kiss me Spider-Man-style, lingering longer than his usual 'acceptable length of PDA.' I could taste the alcohol on him, and as he pulled away gave him a questioning look. "I might have started the party a little early," he shrugged. "It was a really rough day."
   "What we watching tonight, gang?" Sam asked, sitting next to Kit.
   "Pulp Fiction," he replied, sipping a beer, "If techie will stop messing with the sound system."
   "Cinema perfection deserves audio perfection," Geoff stated matter-of-factly.
   Sam glanced around. "Where's Lexy?"
   "Sick," Kit replied, standing as the kitchen timer sounded. "She's got the plague."
   "Ah," Sam said, "That sucks. I hope she feels better soon!"
   Geoff hopped up off the ground and slid into the corner seat, clutching the remote. "It's time."

   Two drinks and some night breakfast later, we were listening to Christopher Walken regale how he hid a watch up his ass. I returned from the restroom to find Kit lounging in my seat.
   I cleared my throat. Kit ignored it, the corner of his mouth twitching. "That's my seat," I said politely, stepping closer to move out of the way of the TV.
   "I don't recall you calling seat check," Kit said matter-of-factly.
   "Aaand here we go," Sam said with a sigh.
   "Oh, but I did."
   "Did you?"
   "I did."
   "Well ok, I guess I'll have to give it back…" Kit stood and immediately sat back down. "Huh, looks like you missed your opportunity."
   I crossed my arms and stepped up to the edge of the seat. "Gimme."
   "I did. I gave you plenty of time to take it back."
   I rolled my eyes. "Ok, if you really want to play it like that…" I spun around and sat on him.
   Kit pushed me to one side, rolling me onto the couch. I sat on him again and he pushed me off once more. Guess it's playtime.

   Around the time that Bruce Willis woke in the motel, Kit and I were both sweaty and panting and occupying The Spot. Naturally, I was on top, my back to his chest. I turned my head to look at him out of the corner of my eye.
   "Just give it back," I said.
   "No," he replied, wrapping his arms around me and rolling us both back onto the floor. He scrambled back onto the couch for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He sprawled out on the sectional, head resting in my spot.
   "Mm, this sure is a comfy seat," he sighed contentedly, smirking.
   I stood and tipsily jumped onto his chest, feet on either side of his head. With surprising speed, he reached up and grabbed my knees, pulling them down. With one thumb he pushed my shorts up, exposing my inner thigh. He locked eyes with me and opened his mouth, latching onto my bare skin. I stifled a whimper as he sucked hard and released, pushing my shorts up further to bite more sensitive skin. Fuck, that hurts. I pulled away from his mouth, grabbing his wrist and bringing it to my lips.
   "Nah-ah," he said, jerking free and pushing me off the couch. "You don't get to mark me."
   "Oh," I said, standing, "Is that a challenge?"
   "No, it's a statement."
"No, Kitty cat," I said tauntingly, "That was definitely a challenge."
   Kit sat up, swiveling to face the TV. "Not gonna happen."
   I spun around and sat on him again, causing him to sigh. He tried to tickle me, to no avail.
   "Seriously?" He said exasperatedly.
   "Nothing bothers me," I said placidly.
   "Oh, really?" He said, pressing his chest against my back. "I'm sure I can find something…"
   Before I could react, his hand was up my shirt, fingers unlatching my bra. I squeezed my arms to my sides, crossing them at my chest.
   "Nothing bothers you, huh?"
   "…nope."
   "Then why are you going all stiff?"
   I turned my head with a smile, wiggling my hips slightly against him. "Monkey see, monkey do."
   Kit growled, roughly pulling the straps off of my shoulders. I crossed my arms tighter, but somehow my bra was off in moments and hidden somewhere in the dark room.
   "Still not bothered?" Kit's voice dripped antagonism.
   "Nope."
   "Riiight." He grabbed my sides and lifted me slightly to adjust on the couch, his hands accidentally slipping up the sides of my thin shirt. As he set me back down, his left hand lingered on my skin. Almost as if to see if I would call it off.
   Nothing bothers me. Not a thing.

    Kit stretched his hand, fingers digging slightly into my side. I watched the other out of the corner of my eye. Will's eyes were closed, head lolled to one side as Sam contentedly cuddled next to him. Geoff stared enraptured at the screen, oblivious to anything beyond Pulp Fiction.
   I felt fingers creeping up my side, slowly, testing. I pretended to ignore it, forcing myself to breath normally. Kit brushed higher up my bare side. I refused to react as his hand crept closer and closer to my chest. He grazed the underside of my breast, slowly tracing the curve with calloused fingertips. The room got very, very warm as he slid his hand up further to flick my nipple. I swallowed hard and tried to nonchalantly re-cross my arms to hide him from the room. In the process I leaned against his chest, and was surprised to feel his heart beating rapidly against me. I smiled smugly and adjusted in his lap, causing his chest to pound even harder. He cupped me under my shirt, and I had to bite my lip. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and in that moment all I wanted to do was drag Kit into the other room and fuck him senseless.
   As he began to knead my chest, I glanced down and noticed that every movement was visible through my thin shirt. If anyone were to look up at the wrong moment…I shuddered. He pulled me closer to him, causing me to stop breathing.
   The room began to spin. I lost my balance and fell sideways onto the couch, feet flying up across his lap and maddeningly dislodging his hand from me. I rolled clumsily onto my side, back to the wall. Kit reached over and slowly slid his hand down my back, making an agonizingly slow trek towards where my legs met. As he traced the curve of my ass, I bit into my tongue to keep quiet. I glanced around once more, noting that Will and Sam still lay curled on the couch, completely unaware of what was going on mere feet from them.
   Suddenly, Kit grazed the seam of my pants. I ached and burned at his touch, and my heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest. He began to dig his knuckle into me, and for a brief moment I wondered if he could feel the throbbing that wracked my lower body. The thought vanished as he began to fervently stroke me, causing me to squirm.

   I bit my tongue harder, tasting blood. He pressed into me harder, forcing me to hold my breath to keep from crying out. The room was spinning, spinning…

   …and I hit the ground before I even knew I was falling.

~Lily

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