In which there are horrible bridesmaid dresses and bad memories.

[allmydreams]

[Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Becca = waterdoesntwork. Set after Aaron stuff that hasn’t been posted yet, but I will link back when his mun has the internet again.]

Aaron had tried to go see Jake, but he wasn't home. He wasn't answering his phone either. Aaron had a slight recollection of Jake saying he'd be somewhere, but Aaron couldn't remember where. So instead he hopped on his bike and just drove.

He was out of it from seeing his blast from the past, and he needed some air. He wasn't all that surprised when he ended up pulling to a stop by Felicity's apartment up in the city. He found a good spot to park the bike in and headed up. He knocked on her door, hoping Becca wouldn't be around. But, he soon learned that no one was.

He looked at his cell phone. It wasn't too late, and he didn't think Felicity was in Jersey. He tried giving her a call, but found her phone went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message because he didn't know what to say. Instead he just sat down by her door and leaned his head back, waiting.

It was well after dark by the time that Becca and Felicity got back to their place. She was a little drunk, and she had wanted to go back to New Brunswick with Jake and Grace in order to see Aaron, but somehow Becca had managed to convince her that getting a decent night's sleep was a better idea. How, she wasn't sure, but she was relatively certain that it had something to do with what today was and how she shouldn't be looking to be a sex toy on the anniversary of her brother's death. She was just looking for a little fun -- at least, she thought she was and a shrink would probably tell her otherwise, but for the time being, that was her story and she was sticking to it.

She was still a little drunk though.

She was leaning into Becca's shoulder as they got off the elevator, and when she spotted Aaron sitting by their front door, she grinned, and pushed off her best friend to make her way towards him. She knew she looked ridiculous -- the dress was all the wrong color and too many ruffles to be fashionable on anyone, but she didn't really care, and she figured he'd be taking it off her anyway.

"Hey, you. What're you doing here?"

He'd been resting his eyes, and jumped slightly when he heard her. He looked up at her and raised a brow at the dress, then nodded. "Lookin' for you."

She noticed the look, then looked down and back up at him again with a smirk. "I was in a wedding. The bride was a little vindictive."

"Wedding huh?" He glanced down the hall a bit. "Hey Becca."

"Hey," she sighed, clad in the same dress Felicity was but looking a bit more put off. She glanced between the two of them before shaking her head. "I'm going downstairs."

"See you tomorrow," Felicity smirked, before turning back to him and offering a hand. "Wanna go inside?"

He nodded and took her hand to stand up, dropping in close to her when he was on his feet. He looked down with a slight smirk. "Hey."

"Hi," she said with a grin, licking her lips slightly as she looked up at him, before pushing past him to unlock the door and let them inside. She was feeling a little playful. Alcohol tended to do that sometimes.

He was feeling...a little less Aaron than usual, but he hadn't sorted out what that meant yet. He turned to follow her in, a hand finding its way to her ass.

She giggled a bit, before making her way inside, closing the door behind him both, and giving him the kiss she hadn't given him earlier. She leaned softly into the kiss, before pulling back to look at him. "How was your day?"

He kissed her back with a shrug. "That's an ugly dress."

"I know," she frowned. "Wanna help get me out of it?"

He looked her over. "Why? You want somethin'?"

She paused for a moment, not sure how to take that, before nodding. "Yup. To get out of this dress. The zipper's a little tricky." She swept the hair off the back of her neck as she turned around to face him, showing the zipper down the back of the dress.

He slowly pulled the zipper down, watching the curves of her back. Then he leaned in and kissed her spine lightly.

She closed her eyes at the touch, before turning around to face him, using one hand to keep the dress up, before using the other to gesture for him to follow her as she made her way back to her bedroom. Once she got inside, she let the dress fall to the floor and kicked it to the side, before sitting down to take her shoes off, leaving her in her bra and underwear.

He leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms, just watching her.

She looked up at him once her shoes were off, watching him for a moment, before making her way over to him. "Everything okay?"

He nodded, setting a hand to her hip. "Fine."

She knew better than to push, as much as she wanted to. Instead, she just pushed herself up on her toes as she leaned in to kiss him again, sliding one arm around his neck, and the other hand rest against his chest lightly. "Wanna go to bed?"

He shrugged slightly. "Whatever you wanna do."

She nodded, giving him another quick kiss, before backing away and pulling his hand to get him away from the door. "Just give me a second to change, and we'll get some sleep, okay?"

He nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, making his way towards the bed. She moved over to one of her drawers, pulling out an old college t-shirt, and slipping it on over her underwear. She slipped off her bra once it was on, before moving over and sliding into bed, moving under the covers and waiting for him to join her. He slid into bed beside her, sighing and settling in. She kissed the side of his neck lightly, before starting to curl up closer to him, draping an arm across his waist.

He leaned into her more, gently finding her lips with his. She met in him the kiss, staying close and just letting him be as gentle as he needed to be. He started to move over her more, his hand moving against her hip. She rolled with him, letting her hands slide over his back, matching the pressure of the kiss with the feather light touch of her fingers against his skin.

He really did want it, but as soon as he started to get into it his mind went to earlier and he couldn't get Lexie out of his head. And he didn't want her in his head. Not right then. He sighed and pulled from Felicity, dropping his face into the pillow beside her ear.

She brushed a kiss to the corner of his jaw, just relaxing under him and staying close. She didn't want to scare him off, and she knew that sometimes, he would bring stuff forward on his own, but she wanted him to know that he would listen. If he wanted to talk. She didn't say anything though, just stayed close and letting her hand slide over him softly. Not sexually, just -- trying to be comforting as best she could.

He sighed and turned slightly so his lips were against her ear. "Sorry. Just give me a minute," he whispered.

"Take your time," she said gently. "I'm not going anywhere."

He sucked on her ear slightly, while his hand explored her body. He was trying to remind himself where he was and who was with him. She moaned softly at the touch as she arched up into him, her nails digging into his back lightly as he hit a particularly good spot.

"Say something," he said quietly, his hand wrapping against her thigh.

"Anything?" she asked, pushing her hips up against him and sliding her thigh over his hip.

"Mmmhmm." His hand slid down her leg.

"I was thinking about you all night," she murmured, dropping her voice low and sultry in his ear. "Kinda wished you were there. We would have had a lot more fun."

"Don't do weddings babe. What were you thinking about me? About me doing to you?"

"Mmmmm -- those shoulders in a suit, pushing me up against the wall of the coat closet, or that little room in the back of the church. We'd have to be quiet, though. Wouldn't want to get caught."

He groaned. "You wearing somethin' hot under that dress?"

She grinned devilishly, before nipping at his earlobe lightly, then speaking. "Who says I have to be wearing anything for it to be hot?"

He grinned back. "No one, but sometimes a bit of teasing is hot."

"So what would you prefer? Something nice and lacy or soft and silky?"
"Mmm...what about edible?"

"I think I could swing that. Those get a bit sticky though, after a while."

His voice was getting thicker as he got lost in the conversation. "I'd make sure to lick you clean."

She moaned softly at that, her body arching against him gently. "And you'd do a damn good job of it too."

"Always was told to clean my plate when I'm eating."

"Oh, good boy," she said, biting her lip.

"Maybe I should show you," he murmured, his hand sliding around between her thighs.

She moaned softly at the touch. "I think you should."

He pushed the blankets back a bit as he started sliding her underwear down her legs, then he shifted, slowly kissing down her chest and stomach and lower. She leaned back into the bed, closing her eyes and enjoying the way he was touching her. He took his time, being thorough, and precise.

Eventually she collapsed back against the bed, breathing heavy and looking down at him with a grin. "Very good boy."

He smirked and moved back up to lay beside her. "I'm not all good."

"Oh, no?" she said, raising an eyebrow back at him.

"What? You're surprised?"

"No," she smirked. "I'm just waiting for you to show me."

"Show you what?"

"How not good you are?" It was teasing. She was still trying to keep it flirty, not wanting to have that particular argument tonight.

He grinned. "I'm no good in the very good way."

"Well," she said with another eyebrow raise. "Prove it."

"Haven't I proven it lots of times?" He asked, starting to roll over her again.

"You might have to refresh my memory."

"Gonna make me do all the work?" His lips started down her neck.

"Have I ever?"
He bit her skin gently. "Sometimes."

Her nails dug into his shoulders lightly and she moaned a bit. "Would you rather I take over?"

"Wouldn't complain," he replied.

"Fine then," she smirked, before rocking them just enough to get him on his back and her straddling his hips, before starting to nibble her way down the line of his neck. He groaned, his head tilting back to the pillow and his neck stretching out for her. She nipped at the corner of his jaw lightly, before leaning over to whisper in his ear, letting her hips rock gently on top of him, but not quite giving him what he wanted. "Though this does mean that I'm in charge."

"Mmm...somethin' wrong with that?"

"No," she sighed. "But that means that I get to set the pace." She slowed the movement of her hips to a very slow grind, just enough to tease. "And I think I wanna go slow."

He groaned louder, pushing his hips up closer. "Damn," he muttered.

"That a problem for you?"

"I think I can take it," he muttered. His hands moved down around her ass.

"Good," she murmured, before leaning in to kiss him again, pushing her body in against his, still keeping the pace nice and slow. Eventually her body collapsed against him, just resting against his chest gently. He sighed and lay back, slowing running his hands along her back. She closed her eyes for a moment, before tilting her head up and kissing the bottom of his jaw lightly. "Good?"

He nodded and tilted his lips to meet hers. "Always is."

She sighed softly into the kiss, before rolling off him gently. "Good."

His eyes closed and he sighed, leaning into her more than he realized. She didn't mind, though, just curling into him and getting as close as she could.

"I fuckin' hate corporate meetings."

"I don't blame you," she sighed softly, letting her fingers run over his arms.

"Had to see this bitch I grew up with."

"Ugh. My sympathies." Most of the people she had grown up with were horrible as well, and he hadn't been dealing with the kind of people she was, but she was well aware that bitches were everywhere.

He nodded. "Guess the technical term would be bitch foster sister, but....that'd imply those bastards being anything like family."

She nodded slowly, not stopping her fingers, just keeping them moving so that she didn't distract him. "I see."

Aaron really wasn't intending on talking, but it was coming out a little anyway. "Proof people don't change," he murmured.

"Sometimes they do," she said softly. "Not often, but sometimes."

He snorted. "No, people don't." His jaw was clenched as he was thinking about Lexie and he started to realize what he was saying, and slowly started to shut down on Felicity.

She could sense it, and she wanted to stop it, but she wasn't sure how. "I like to think they can. If they really want to."

"Doesn't make much of a difference. Life's life no matter what."

"Very true," she nodded. "You gotta make do with what you get."

He smirked. "Which is where we come in." His hand squeezed her thigh slightly. "Or the bed at least."

She smirked back at him, before sliding her leg over his hip. "Which makes things much easier."

He held her leg against himself and nodded. "Yeah." And he closed his eyes, going quiet.

She watched him for a moment, before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "What's going on up there?"

He shrugged, not looking at her. "Just...seeing her. Thinking about things."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Wanna sic some nasty virus on her?"

She smirked, amused, before looking over at him. "Got her e-mail address? Cuz I might know a guy."

"Right. Yeah, I send her my funny forwards every day...who?"

"Guy at work. He's rather good with a computer."

"Oh, that kinda virus....I don't know if she's the computer type. Unless she's fucking some guy next to it."

"Does she check her e-mail? Cuz all she has to do is open the wrong one."

"Hell if I know. Last time we talked, before today, there was no email."

"Ah. Maybe that won't be the easiest then." She paused for a moment, before tilting her head to the side. "Though I might know a guy with the other one too."

Aaron raised a brow and brought his head up a bit to look over at her. "Sure hope you didn't sleep with him."

"Of course not," she replied, shifting to rest on her side and propping her head up on her elbow. "I'm a bit more careful than that."

He gave her a dark smirk and leaned in closer. "And yet you're fucking me."

She raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried about something?"

"Me maybe?" His hand rested to her hip.

"And what are you going to do to me, exactly, that should have me so worried?"

He shrugged. "Just sayin'."

"Mmmm-hmmm."

"Uh-huh." He lay on his back again.

She shifted next to him so that she was tucked against his side, before her eyes started to close slowly. "I think the booze is catching up to me."

Aaron laughed and let her wedge herself in, before wrapping a loose arm around her. "Aw, my poor little drunk girl."

"Poor sleepy drunk girl is probably more accurate," she sighed, relaxing against him and starting to drop off to sleep. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"Mmhmm." He closed his eyes. "Just go to sleep."

"Mmmkay," she sighed, before drifting off to sleep. "Night."

He fell asleep not long after.