Always been You

open and he frowned, trying to get his bearings. Then it all became crystal clear. He was in Alisha's apartment because Alisha had gotten completely blitzkrieged the night before. And Alisha had kissed him and then asked him to stay. And what had he done? He'd fucking turned her down. If his balls didn't still ache from the sexual frustration of it all, he'd have checked to see if he suddenly had a vagina between his legs. Big sat up grumpily and scrubbed a hand over his face. He had to piss like a goddamn racehorse, so he pushed himself up off the couch and heard the blood curdling scream. Whirling around, he got an eyeful of a very shocked—and very, very naked—Alisha Larrington.

"Oh my God, Big!" Alisha screamed, clutching a hand to her chest to calm her pounding heart. She thought he was some sort of burglar rapist. "You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?"

His jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered, slowly raking his eyes over her naked (and wet!) body. "Take out the terrified screaming and this is one helluva wakeup call, Larrington," he said, his voice thick and groggy from sleep.

The realization that she was naked slammed into her like a freight train and she tried vainly to cover her body with her hands. Her cheeks flamed crimson and when he smirked at her she wanted to die. "Turn around!" she screeched, ducking behind the couch, looking for something, anything to cover up with.

He chuckled. "And why would I do that? You're naked and wet. That's a killer combo." Fuck, her legs really did go on for miles…and her tits, well, Jesus.

OhmyfuckingGod! She reached blindly up the back of the couch, groping for the throw that usually rested there, but didn't find it. Her heart was hammering so loudly in her ears, but it was dramatically overshadowed by her humiliation, which was threatening to actually end her life right there on the floor. She could hear him chuckling and she wanted to hurt him. Badly. "Stop laughing at me, asshole! What the hell are you even doing in my apartment?" A sick feeling crept into her stomach as she wondered again about the missing puzzle piece. But that was shoved aside so she could handle her current predicament. She spied the shopping bags by the door and scooted her body across the floor, one hand trying to cover her breasts (and hold on to her remaining last tiny shred of dignity). If she could just grab the bag, she could cover herself with that and make it back to her bedroom.

"I had to carry you up here last night because you drank too goddamn much and couldn't walk."

"Well, thank you," she spat, "but that doesn't explain why you're still here."

"What are you doing?" he asked humorously, skirting around the couch to stand in front of her, his arms folded over his chest.

Alisha squeaked and tried to cover the important parts with arms and hands. "If you don't hand me something to cover myself in the next ten seconds, I will punch you in the face," she bit out through clenched teeth, making him laugh.

"I think I'd like to see you try, Shorty," he sneered. "Oh, just get up. I've already gotten a good look at that hot little body of yours. There's no undoing that up here," he told her, pointing to his head.

"You are a filthy swine of a man," she seethed.

"Oink, oink, baby," he drawled, grinning down at her.

"Dammit, Big, I thought we were kind of friends now," she whined, in spite of herself.

He scratched his jaw and smirked. "Well, sure we are, Larrington. But I think we're the kind of friends who want to see each other naked. I know I'm enjoying it so far." He paused for a beat. "I can show you mine if you want."

"You're abhorrent! And also, outrageously off base. I have no interest in seeing you naked." His response was a slow, wicked grin that was entirely unnerving. This was so absurd. She had no dignity left whatsoever and he had already seen her. Just get up and run into your room, Alisha. You can die alone there. "Okay, seriously, what's with the look? I know that this scenario is typically limited to fictional characters on sitcoms, but can you cut me some slack please? You're really bordering on sexual harassment!"

Big snorted out a dry laugh and extended a hand to help her up. She eyed him warily and he could practically see the wheels turning in her head like how do I do this without showing him my goodies? Again. After staring at his hand for a good fifteen seconds, she finally took it and he pulled her up off the floor, chuckling at her very weak attempts to maintain modesty.

Alisha cast a quick glance over her shoulder and spotted a blanket at the end of the couch. She shuffled down a few steps, very aware of Big's extreme delight over the whole situation, and tried to decide how best to grab the blanket and cover up. "Turn around!" she hissed, stomping her foot.

With a big roll of his eyes, he grudgingly covered them with his hand. And if you think he caught a peek while she was grabbing for the blanket, you are absolutely correct. Goddamn her ass is amazing!

She wrapped the blanket tightly around her, making sure all parts that needed to be covered were indeed covered. "Okay," she muttered, smoothing a hand over her wet hair as if that simple gesture would restore every ounce of self-respect she'd lost since she stepped foot into the living room.

Big dropped his hand to his side and his lips twitched as he slowly gave her the once over again. "You can cover it up, Larrington, but now I know what you're hiding under there. Might keep me up at night."

She refused to let him get under her skin. "Well, I'm sure you'll forget