It’s 1am in the morning. The phone is ringing at {{user}} home. {{user}} wonders who would be calling at this hour.

“Helloooo…. Big sisss…are you there…? Can someone come pick me up..* Hick* ..”

Later at the club, a white car showed up to pick up Megan.

Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan thought to herself. “Come on, Megan. Let’s get you back home.”

In the car, Megan was silent as she {{user}} drive her to his home.

Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.

Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...

"Thanks for the shower... I'm sure I smell like shit..." She muttered under her breath. "I'll take that coffee now..." Megan crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the counter with a pouty expression on her face.

"Thanks." She mumbled and nodded toward the coffee pot. "I don't really take sugar though..." Megan paused a moment before saying anything else, debating with herself whether she should say something about her dislike for Luther picking her up in the first place...

Ahhh! Shut up asshole! Seriously, don't you ever get tired of being such a big jerk?!" Megan snapped before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sorry... I just really don't like you much." She added reluctantly with an exasperated sigh.

She accepted the coffee mug from Luther and blew on it lightly, trying not to think about how close he was standing behind her as she did so. "Thanks..." She muttered between sips of her drink, feeling a pang of guilt for being such a bitch earlier. Maybe I should try and make things easier...

Megan glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to find some sort of friendly remark to say. "So, uh... you know Kate always did like this color on me." She said awkwardly, gesturing vaguely toward her robe as she took another sip of coffee.

"Thanks, I guess." She smiled, feeling slightly more at ease as she took another sip of coffee. "So how have things been with you and Katy...um, Kate?" She tried to ask casually, glancing up at him from under her eyelashes. "You know, other than the wedding and all that stuff."

She paused for a moment, wondering if she'd gone too far with this line of questioning. Perhaps it would be best to change the subject... "Hey, you want some pie or anything? Mom made a delicious cherry one last night..." She offered brightly, her eyes flickering back down toward the kitchen counter as she spoke.

"Alright then!" She said brightly, already making her way to the counter to get him a piece of pie. As she cut it and placed it on a plate for him, she tried to ignore the bulge in his pants as he followed her movements. God, why does he always have to be so... so...

She hesitated for a moment before deciding to go ahead and ask. "So, uh... what do you like better? Custard or whipped cream?" She forced herself to smile sweetly at him as she held out the plate of pie and a spoon.

Megan couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and arousal coursing through her veins as she stood there, just inches away from Luther Blackbeard. She wanted to push him away, to make his life as miserable as possible... but at the same time, there was something about this man that made her want more. More attention, more touches, more of everything he could give her.

Her breath hitched as she waited for his response, heart racing in anticipation. "Well? What do you think?" She asked huskily, leaning closer to him than she meant to.

"Huh?" Megan frowned, confusion clouding her features. "Oh... uh... I meant with the cream or whipped cream!" She stammered, realization dawning on her. "Not like that... pervert." She rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully, laughing a little as he took a step backward.

"Damn Luther, you're so clueless sometimes!" She said teasingly, grinning up at him before taking another sip of coffee. Suddenly, an idea struck her. "Hey, why don't we watch a movie or something? You know, just to pass the time until Kate gets home..."

She waved her hand dismissively as if it was no big deal. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy... just something to keep us entertained." Megan bit her lip thoughtfully before adding with a sly smile, "Unless you'd rather play another game or something?" She raised an eyebrow suggestively, hoping to get under his skin.

"Hmm... well if we're feeling adventurous, how about a horror movie?" She suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Or you know, maybe some sort of action flick? Something with explosions and cars going fast?" Her gaze flickered to him before she continued, "That sounds kind of fun actually..."

She settled further into the couch, curling up under a blanket as he chose a movie from their selection. As they started watching, her body pressed closer against his, her breath hot against his neck as she watched the screen intently. Her fingers idly traced patterns on his thigh and with each passing moment, her heart raced faster and faster...

"Well... I just figured that since you were the one being so nice to me today," she shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye, "that we might as well enjoy each other's company." Her breath hitched as he tightened his arm around her shoulders. It was intoxicating, this sense of closeness they shared. "Besides," she added with a wicked little smile, "it's not like you have any choice in the matter, does it?"

Her fingers continued their tracing patterns on his thigh, moving higher and higher up toward his inner thigh. Her breath came faster as she felt the tension building between them, the heat of his body radiating against her own. She wondered how far he'd let her go tonight... would she push him too far and end up with yet another angry confrontation? Or could they just enjoy this rare moment of closeness without any drama?

Megan knew deep down that she wanted the latter, but some small part of her still longed for the former. A confusing mix of emotions swirled inside her as they sat there together watching the movie. "So," she said softly, tilting her head up to look at him, "how do you think this one's going to end?"

"Well aren't you just full of surprises." She laughed lightly, glancing back at the screen before looking up at him again. "So what do you think, will they live happily ever after?" There was an unmistakable challenge in her voice as she asked this question, daring him to speak his mind about relationships and happiness... any subject that she knew would be a sore spot between them.

Her fingers continued their slow, teasing path upward on his thigh, stopping just below the hem of his shorts. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she waited for his response, wondering if he would push her away or invite her further into his lap...

"Well there's always hope." She said softly, tilting her head to the side as she studied him, searching for some hint of doubt in his eyes. "I mean, we've all heard stories about people who've found happiness together after going through hell, right?" Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard before continuing. "I guess it just depends on how strong you want your relationship to be."

Her fingers brushed against the hem of his shorts now, pushing ever so slightly beneath the fabric. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat emanating from him through the thin material separating their skin. "I guess," she murmured, hesitating for just a moment before deciding to go further, "it's all about taking chances and... being brave enough to take what you want."

Her hand moved higher up his thigh now, closer and closer to the sensitive bundle of flesh hidden beneath her touch. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as she felt the anticipation building between them, thick and heavy like a living thing that demanded satisfaction. "What do you think?" She asked him softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Do you think you could ever... want something like that?"

The words sent a thrill of excitement through her. She felt emboldened by his challenge, the promise of something more than this teasing dance they were currently engaged in. And she knew exactly how to respond... slowly, tantalizingly, with just enough conviction to make him question everything he thought he knew about her.

"Maybe I will," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck as she leaned closer to him. Her hand slid higher up his thigh now, barely grazing the hard length beneath his shorts. "And maybe one of these days, you'll be ready for it..." She trailed off suggestively, her lips brushing against the skin of his neck as she spoke.

Her other hand moved lower on her body, cupping herself through her robe. She could feel the heat emanating from between her legs and knew that with just one more movement, he would be able to sense it too... but for now, she wanted to savor this moment, this closeness they shared in the silence of the night. The movie faded into the background as their eyes locked on each other, a silent promise passing between them.

Megan leaned closer still, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly, "Are you ready for that, Luther Blackbeard?" Her heart raced wildly in anticipation of his answer... and the inevitable confrontation that would surely follow.

Her words sent a surge of desire through him as he felt her soft breath on his neck and the warmth of her body against his own. He could barely think straight as she teased him so mercilessly, pushing him further and further with every move and word. With a growl, Luther grabbed her hand that was wrapped around his thigh and placed it firmly on his crotch, giving her a better idea of just how ready he really was for whatever it was she wanted to do or say.

His heart raced wildly as their gazes locked once more. He didn't know what possessed him to take this chance with her, to risk everything they had and more for the promise of something more, but there was no turning back now. "Prove it," he huskily whispered back, his voice thick with need. "Tell me what you really want."

"I want... I want..." She struggled to find the words as desire coursed through her body, making it impossible to think clearly. Her hand moved restlessly on his lap, feeling him growing harder and more insistent beneath her touch. "I want you to take me," she finally managed to choke out. "Right here... right now..."

Her voice was barely a whisper, but Luther heard the plea loud and clear. Without another word, he reached down and yanked her hand away from his crotch, guiding it back up toward his face instead. With a growl, he pressed her palm against his mouth, sucking on her fingers greedily as she let out a moan of surprise.

His other hand moved to the front of her robe, tugging roughly at the material until it gapes open, revealing her breast bare to him for the first time since... well... ever. She was finally exposed, vulnerable in a way that she hadn't been before, and there was something incredibly arousing about that thought as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly back and forth.

"Luther..." she breathed out his name, arching her back into his touch. Her fingers twisted in his hair, encouraging him to go further, deeper. "Please... make me feel wanted." The words were a plea, a prayer, a surrender of everything she had left inside her broken heart. She needed this, craved it more than anything else in the world at that moment... and Luther could feel it, taste it on his tongue as he sucked hard on her nipple, using his teeth to tug gently at the sensitive bud.

"You are wanted," he growled against her skin, moving his hand lower until it cupped her mound

Her cries of pleasure and pain muffled against his lips as he claimed her completely, possessing her in a way that went far beyond just their bodies. His roughness sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being, making her hips arch off the couch in search of deeper contact with him.

She clung to him desperately, needing this connection, this release of everything she had ever felt for him... and maybe something more. Something real. As their breaths mingled together and their hearts raced wildly against each other's skin, Megan knew that whatever came next would change everything between them... but at this moment, as they lay tangled together on the couch, she didn't care about tomorrow or yesterday or any of the promises they had broken.

All that mattered was this single moment in time when they were finally, truly connected.