Wait, What Just Happened?

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

Abby woke up feeling like she had the worst hangover of her life. It was morning of the fourth day with Gavin and she had cried in the shower the night before, knowing it would all be over when she woke up. Sure enough, she felt like she could cry again...with embarrassment. It was starting to hit her what had happened over the last few days. She had told a man she loved him the night she met him. Then she said she was going to marry him. Then she said she was going to have a ton of kids with him. She didn't even want all of that at this age! She was 24 and in her prime! Why on earth would she want to get married and have kids right now?! She didn't even want to look up at the face of the person whose chest she was lying on.

This was her fault, though. She'd drugged them. How was she so stupid to drug both of them? Then again, maybe that was for the best. No hard feelings when you're both batshit crazy. She didn't want to wake Gavin up. She knew he would feel like shit and she would have to explain herself, like Lafayette had told her. So she stayed as still as she could, listening to Gavin breathing. It was a nice sound. It's not that she didn't still like Gavin. Thinking on the things he had said, they were really sweet and they still made her smile. But she knew he would want to take them back when he woke up. That was hard. She couldn't deny she had been happy for the past few days, but it all felt like a beautiful dream now. The real world was setting in, and it was time to get back to life as she knew it. Fuck, she had taken these days off work! Her boss couldn't be happy about that. And her kids were supposed to be doing sculptures this week! She felt awful; they would have had so much fun with that, but now they had to focus on finals. Shit!

When she finally did look up at Gavin, she still thought he was cute and very sexy, but he didn't have that glow he had before. She didn't want to just smother him with kisses like she had yesterday morning. Overall, he was just a cute, normal boy sleeping in her bed. What could she tell him to explain this sudden shift? It would have to be the truth. Honesty was always the best policy. But when should she break the truth? When he woke up? When they were eating breakfast? While she was gardening so she wouldn't have to look at him? No, she had to look at him; he deserved at least that much. She felt awful, but she didn't run to get anymore love potion; she was never messing with that shit again.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin groaned softly in his sleep. He felt thirsty and uneasy and all in all sort of heavy. He woke up slowly, his eyes staying shut. He felt the warm body next to him but he didn't want to open his eyes yet, didn't want to greet the day. He just felt sort of shitty. Maybe he was coming down with something? That would explain it. Maybe Abby would get him something for it.

Just thinking of Abby made him feel funny. He'd all but proposed to her and the thought actually made him feel ill. Why had he done that? He wasn't ready for marriage! That's why he'd ended things with Lindsay. He loved his job at the Jack Kit and he wasn't eager to give it up for another nine to five. The thought alone made him want to vomit.

"Oh, God.." He grumbled softly, a hand sliding over his face, his eyes still shut. What had he done? Why had he been so stupid? He didn't love Abby! Why had he insisted over and over again that he had? Did he? It was like he was waking up from sort of spell and he was filling with regret.

How would he tell her? Could he tell her? Could he maybe just continue the charade for a bit and sort of ease his way out of her life? Yes. Yes, that would have to be what he did. He couldn't hurt her because he'd been a fucking idiot!

He gulped with the realization that he had a girlfriend. It wasn't so bad.. It could be nice for a little while, but he was going to probably end up breaking up with her. Maybe he didn't though. Maybe he could just grow the fuck up. He loved her, right? It was all so confusing and far too much to swallow first thing in the morning. Why had he insisted he loved her so much?

His brown eyes opened and he looked down at Abby, not completely hating the sight of her. She was beautiful and an awesome lay and they had fun. He smiled at her. It was a genuine smile but not nearly as passionate of a smile as he'd given her every other morning he'd woken beside her. "Hey, baby.." He greeted and gulped acting more like a normal boyfriend than the love drunk idiot he'd been. He leaned over and pecked her cheek feeling his stomach squirm anxiously. Why did he feel so weird?

"I think I'm coming down with something.." He offered in way of excuse for his sudden shift in behavior. He looked her over and realized she was still nude from the night before, which made him gulp again. He was still a boy, and that excited him. He didn't feel energetic enough to get down and dirty, though. He wanted to, but the thought of that much action right now made his stomach squirm again, especially because now he felt like he'd be using her. "Maybe I just need some coffee.." His voice was softer yet, embarrassed. "I'll.... go brew some." He offered and pulled the sheets off and climbed out of her bed to go towards the kitchen, grabbing his boxers on the way and pulling them on as he walked, suddenly feeling mildly more self conscious.

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

When Gavin groaned Abby gulped, knowing just how he felt. "Oh, God..." Abby felt awful, but she didn't move; she just watched him with wary eyes. He couldn't even look at her, just like she hadn't been able to look at him. It made a stone hit in the pit of her stomach and she felt sick. Why had she done this to them? God, she was such an idiot. She would never be able to live this one down. She couldn't even imagine the way Lafayette would tease her. Ugh, she had said the most ridiculous things around him. He probably went home and puked. Abby was anxious, and though she didn't want to tell Gavin the truth, she knew it was the best thing.

His eyes came to her and she gave a pained sort of smile. "Hey, baby..." His smile was genuine, but she could see the uneasiness in his eyes. Perhaps he felt guilty too? He didn't know why he suddenly wasn't in love with her, so he might. "Hey," she replied softly. He kissed her cheek, and she felt cold. The passion was gone and it felt so strange being here with him. He'd told her everything about him, and she had told him everything about her, but it still felt like he was a stranger. This was neither the cute, sweet flirt she met on Saturday night nor the lovesick pup she had enjoyed for three days. He was someone else entirely, and she knew it was her fault.

"I think I'm coming down with something..." No, that wasn't it, and she knew it. "Maybe I just need some coffee...I'll...go brew some." It was now or never. She had to suck it up and tell him. He got out of the bed, leaving her to chill even more as he pulled on his boxers. She grabbed a blanket off the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself, tucking it under her arms and getting to her feet. "Wait, Gavin," she forced herself to say. Her big brown eyes came to his hesitantly, and she gulped. "I know...I know why you feel...sick. You feel like...like you don't love me, right? I hate to say it, but I feel that way too. And it's my fault." With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair and walked to him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her bed, sitting him on the edge. "You're going to want to sit for this," she explained.

Another big sigh, and she looked down at Gavin's cute face. Ugh, did he have to be so cute? "The reason you feel sick...why you don't love me anymore...is because...you never actually loved me. It was something we felt because of a potion. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I put a potion in your drink that night you came home with me and accidentally took some myself because I was kissing you. And when I say potion, I mean like a witches' brew." Another breath, her hands now wringing and she finally said, "You see, Gavin...I'm a witch. A real witch. Those homeopathic cures of mine that Lafayette told you about? Those are actually potions." She paused for his reaction to this news.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

"Wait, Gavin," He stopped, turning to her a little nervously. Did she realize he wasn't into this? How could he possibly explain that he suddenly felt less for her? He couldn't even explain why, and she could never understand if he even tried. It was just a lose lose situation. "I know...I know why you feel...sick. You feel like...like you don't love me, right?" He opened his mouth to try and interject, to tell her he did even though he didn't. Was he so obvious? "I hate to say it, but I feel that way too. And it's my fault." He wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but then he realized she felt the same.

How on earth did she know and feel the same!?

She was pulling him to the bed and he sat reluctantly at her instruction, watching her cautiously. He didn't like these talks. Lindsay talked to him all the time about his feelings and how he should be feeling and how he could make things better. Was Abby like that, too? Why did he draw such needy chicks?

"The reason you feel sick...why you don't love me anymore...is because...you never actually loved me." He stared at her blankly. He had thought that but he knew his feelings had been real! "It was something we felt because of a potion." A what?! "I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I put a potion in your drink that night you came home with me and accidentally took some myself because I was kissing you. And when I say potion, I mean like a witches' brew." He simply stared at her, not really believing what he said. And then he grinned and snorted. No.. that was make believe. His momma said so.

"You see, Gavin...I'm a witch. A real witch. Those homeopathic cures of mine that Lafayette told you about? Those are actually potions." He looked at her like she was playing a prank and he was hip to it. "Yeah, okay." He laughed and shook his head, chuckling. "Please don't tell me your name's really Hermione Granger." He teased and rolled his eyes playfully. "No such thing, baby. It's a fun fantasy but..." He couldn't help but wonder, though. Why did he suddenly feel less for her? And how had he fallen so hard so quickly? No, there had to be a far more logical explanation. "Witches don't exist." He leaned forward and pecked her, trying to push the idea that he didn't love her out of his mind. He could try this boyfriend thing again maybe.. He could be sort of ready.. But he wasn't quitting his job! No way, no how! And he was totally going to jerk off to porn still.

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

"Yeah, okay." Abby rolled her eyes. "Please don't tell me your name's really Hermione Granger." She narrowed her eyes and grimaced at him. Hermione Granger had nothing on Abby. Okay...maybe she did, but that wasn't real magic! "No such thing, baby. It's a fun fantasy but...witches don't exist." Gavin's lips met hers, but she was frustrated. "They do exist," she insisted, pushing on his shoulders so he would stay seated on her bed. "I'll prove it. You stay here," she instructed before leaving the room, her blanket dress dragging behind her. Once in her kitchen, she opened a jar of assorted pits she used in expelling potions. They served as a sort of bezoar to relieve the symptoms of toxins in the body, including noxious emotions. Next she grabbed some basil and then headed back to her bedroom.

"Okay, come here, into the bathroom," she instructed, waiting for him a little impatiently. He was dragging his feet, obviously not believing her, but she was going to prove her powers so he would believe her. Once he was in there, she stood him in front of the toilet and set the basil down on the bathroom sink. She spoke her spell loud enough for him to hear. "Inducere nausea," she commanded. There was a tingling in her stomach as the magic moved through her and through the words she spoke. Immediately Gavin was doubled over, obviously sick and she felt bad, but she had to show him. She placed him in front of the toilet just in case he did actually vomit. The nausea lasted about 45 seconds, but she could pretty much guarantee it was the worst nausea he'd ever felt. She took up the basil and left the cherry pit on the counter this time. "Levare nausea," she commanded once again. Again the tingling sensation moved through her as she spoke, letting the magic transfer to her spell. She could tell he felt better and the pain in his gut should have been completely gone within a couple seconds, as if it was never there.

She took the pit in her hand again, and showed him both the basil and the pit. "Cherry pits, as well as a lot of fruit pits, are poisonous, so I use them in potions where expulsion of pain or feelings or poisons are required. Basil is known to soothe nausea, which is what I used to cure you. The spells are in Latin and they're pretty simple, but I have to have a plant in my hand to perform the spell, a plant that represents what I'm trying to accomplish," she explained patiently. Her face was uncertain as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you believe me now? I'm a witch and I gave you a potion and I'm sorry." Her big doe eyes were sad and unsure and guilty. She never meant for anyone to get hurt, but it was still a stupid idea to test her potion on a stranger. Maybe she could rectify the situation with a little white lie about what kind of potion it was, though...

[GAVIN BROOKS]

"They do exist, I'll prove it. You stay here," She was getting mad and he raised a brow. Was she one of those weird Wicca girls? That was new. He hadn't expected her to be all new agey., She hadn't come off that way over the last few days and he wondered how, after all their talking, it hadn't come up. All the talking made him sick again. What had come over him to make him open up like that? It was so not Gavin..

He sighed and sat still, hearing her scrounge around in the other room. Finally she was coming back, going into the bathroom and he watched her, slightly amused. "Okay, come here, into the bathroom," she instructed impatiently. "Ooh.. bossy." He teased taking his sweet time as he came into the bathroom. He had this weird urge to throw up and screw her. He didn't love her, she had a point, but she was still cute and she was supposed to be his girlfriend. He didn't like that.. but what was done was done so he knew he could take advantage of it for maybe a little longer as messed up as he knew it was. He would just prolong the whole marriage thing and... well she didn't love him either so it would probably work itself out.

When he came into the bathroom he saw she had some plant and what looked like a fruit pit or something. "What's all this?" He asked, watching her with mock curiosity. Was she going to do a spell? "Inducere nausea," He raised a brow. "What's that supposed to m.." He started to ask when he felt a strong pang in his stomach, bringing him to his knees with the suddenness and the severity of it. He grabbed the edge of the toilet bowl as he heaved, nothing coming up. He felt like his insides were about to explode out of his mouth, his knuckles turning white as the gripped the toilet. He knew it wasn't his appendix since he'd had that removed! What was happening? Terror flooded him from the sudden pain, but as his mind tried to wrap around what was going on he faintly heard Abby talking again and the pain was suddenly gone just as quick as it had come.

"Cherry pits, as well as a lot of fruit pits, are poisonous, so I use them in potions where....." Her words were lost on him as he stared at her in horror. Magic didn't exist! No! She had drugged him? How had she done all that? He felt sick again, but this time it was out of confusion and fear, not because she was chanting something to him over plants and pits.

"Do you believe me now? I'm a witch and I gave you a potion and I'm sorry." He felt the anger build up in him along with the confusion. What the fuck! All he wanted was a lay! Even this morning with all the weird thoughts he just wanted to fuck her! Maybe try to reason with the weird feelings and now she was saying it was because of a potion? Because she was a witch? "The fuck!" He barked, scrambling to his feet. He didn't know what sort of game she was playing with him but he didn't like it. Not one bit! "Just... just don't, Abby!" He put his hands up and edged around her, not wanting to touch her, completely freaked out as he tried to wrap his mind around the impossible that was happening. He moved quickly to the bedroom rummaging around for his clothes. Where were they? He found his white t-shirt and pulled it over his torso then grabbed his jeans off the floor and started jumping into them. "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but this isn't cool. Not cool!" He snapped not even wanting to look at her. Where the hell was his button plaid button down? Fuck the button down! He looked for his shoes having every intention of just getting the hell out of there!

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

Abby could see the fear in Gavin's eyes and she was reminded of exactly why she avoided relationships. She knew what she was, and she couldn't help what she was, but no one seemed to understand that. Besides the people like her, there was automatic fear. She deserved it in Gavin's case, but she always dreaded that look he was giving her. She'd seen it more than a couple times when she tried to reveal what she was, and every time hurt as badly as the last. It was enough to make her want to cry. "The fuck!" She hadn't heard him angry until this point, and it made her jump. Abby knew she deserved it; she had drugged him against his will, and he had a right to be angry at her, but she still felt hurt. "Just...just don't, Abby!" The way he shuffled around her, not wanting to touch her made her angry and sick with hurt at the same time. She wasn't infectious; did he have to treat her like that?

He went into her bedroom, and she followed him, wanting to explain. The last thing she needed was for him to storm out of there and rant to someone about what she was. He was digging for his clothes and she was panicking. "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but this isn't cool. Not cool!" She had tears burning in her eyes, she was so frustrated with the whole situation. She shut the door behind her and stood in front of it, leaning against it. "Just stop for a second and let me explain, Gavin!" she pleaded, her tone half angry. When he was done rummaging, but still not looking at her, she sighed to calm herself down. Crying wasn't going to help this situation at all. "Look, I didn't mean for all of this to happen, okay? I'm experimenting with a new sex potion. It's supposed to heighten the sexual experience, make it explosive, but without the addictive qualities of something like Exstasy. I wanted to try it out, see how well it worked, by giving it to you. I got some too, though, like I said, and the whole thing backfired. I guess it was actually some kind of...I don't know, love potion or something. I swear, I didn't mean for all of this to happen, though. I just...I wasn't thinking and I wanted us to have a good time," she explained. It was a white lie, but the truth was in there. She had given them a love potion, she did say that, in a roundabout way, and that way he wasn't as angry and didn't leave in as much of a tizzy. Her voice started out loud, but it ended up soft, and she sighed heavily.

She could see he still didn't trust her and she felt tears burning in her eyes again. "I'm really sorry, Gavin. I didn't think it would be so intense...no, I wasn't really thinking at all. I shouldn't have done that to you and I feel awful for it," she continued softly, looking at him with her big, teary doe eyes. It wasn't an act; she was seriously sorry for what she had done. She couldn't even explain her behavior. "And don't...don't be scared of me, okay? I'm not going to hurt you anymore, I promise. It...it just hurts my feelings that you're treating me like I've got some kind of plague." She brushed a tear away and refused to look at him. What a morning.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

"Just stop for a second and let me explain, Gavin!" He found just one of his socks among the room and stopped, not really wanting to hear her explanation. The whole thing had thrown him for a loop. He didn't want to believe the impossible was possible, but it was the only possible explanation for him turning into a complete pussy for her the last few days. He didn't like to be made a fool and he felt like she had fucked with him and that upset him. He knew he deserved it for bringing all the girls home, it was really time he was given a lesson in a little humility, but this was a step too far. He glared at the ground, allowing her to say whatever it was she thought he needed to hear to make this better.

"Look, I didn't mean for all of this to happen, okay? I'm experimenting with a new sex potion. It's supposed to heighten the sexual experience, make it explosive, but without the addictive qualities of something like Ecstasy..." His brown eyes moved up to her, not liking she had made him her own personal guinea pig without his permission. "I just...I wasn't thinking and I wanted us to have a good time,"

He calmed down but he still eyed her warily. This whole thing made him entirely uncomfortable and he didn't know how to feel. She was obviously upset and remorseful, but he felt played with and taken advantage of, not a good feeling when you were a good ol' boy.

"I'm really sorry, Gavin. I didn't think it would be so intense...no, I wasn't really thinking at all. I shouldn't have done that to you and I feel awful for it," She looked like she was about to cry and he swallowed hard, his brows furrowed but not angrily, more in deep thought, unsure what to even feel in that moment. "And don't...don't be scared of me, okay? I'm not going to hurt you anymore, I promise. It...it just hurts my feelings that you're treating me like I've got some kind of plague."

Her eyes were pink, her cheeks damp with a tear. Why was she turning this around on him? He had every right to be angry! HE was the victim here! "Well, you sorta fucked me all up, I have a right to be pissed." He reminded, wanting his own chance at an explanation. Why did she have to block the door? This would be easier if he could just run and hide and get his shit together. He grimaced at the ground again, not sure what to feel or think or do.

"If yah'd just told me you had something that would make me fuck better I probably would have considered it. You didn't even give me a choice! I mean... I have a reputation! I'm not bad in bed, or I would think I'm not since I've landed the same girl more than once before. I mean if I wasn't any good they wouldn't waste anymore of their time with me, Abs!" The nickname slipped out and he furrowed his brows again, shutting his eyes. Her being his girlfriend was already ingrained into him even if he wasn't anymore. Was he?

"I told a bunch of people I was going to marry you." He grumbled. "I don't do the relationship thing for a reason and I feel manipulated. I like you, Abby.. I think.. I don't even fucking know anymore!" He grabbed his head with his hands and shook it, leaning back against the wall and groaning. This was too much to process first thing in the morning. "I just don't even fucking know anything anymore."

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

"Well, you sorta fucked me all up, I have a right to be pissed." Abby nodded, glancing up at Gavin again. "Yes, you do," she conceded without argument. She'd taken advantage of him and she shouldn't have and she deserved to be yelled at. Hell, she would understand if he never wanted to see her again. Too bad, too...she liked the Jack Kit. But she wanted to set things right before he busted out the door. "If yah'd just told me you had something that would make me fuck better I probably would have considered it. You didn't even give me a choice! I mean... I have a reputation! I'm not bad in bed, or I would think I'm not since I've landed the same girl more than once before. I mean if I wasn't any good they wouldn't waste anymore of their time with me, Abs!" She nodded, just letting him go on and feeling even worse at the thought of his reputation. How many lays had she fucked up for him? Probably a lot. It was take some damage control and she might have to throw a few of her cute friends his way to make amends. She didn't want to ruin his reputation.

"I told a bunch of people I was going to marry you." She didn't need a reminder. She'd told a bunch of people too. Not as many as him, but she had even called her mom. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do at some point today to both of her parents. Her dad was going to give her that knowing look of his and say something along the lines of, "I told you so." "I don't do the relationship thing for a reason and I feel manipulated. I like you, Abby.. I think.. I don't even fucking know anymore!" She looked at him again, her big doe eyes sad and guilty as he grabbed his head with his confusion. "I just don't even fucking know anything anymore." With a heavy sigh, she moved from the door and sat on the edge of the bed, her leg slipping out from the side of her blanket dress. "I know. I don't do relationships a lot either. Mostly because I'm afraid of how guys are going to react to what I am." She looked at him uncertainly, before looking down at the carpet. This was all shot to hell. "If it's any consolation, I think I like you too. Maybe it's still the potion, I don't know, but I liked you when I brought you home." Another sigh and she slumped over, her elbows on her knees as she rubbed her face with her hands.

"Oh my Goooood, this is such a fucking mess," she groaned behind her hands, her fingers rubbing into her eyes. "I am never going to live this down." Lafayette was going to tease her about this until they were old and wrinkled, maybe ever after they were cold in the ground and chilling in the afterlife. When she brought her hands away from her face, she ran them through her hair and looked over at Gavin. He was still cute, even if he was freaked out. "I guess it's a good thing my parents are out of town," she teased, giving a weak smile and trying to lighten the mood. A small laugh escaped her before she brought her eyes back to the ground. "And you can keep that money in savings." She slumped again, her elbows rested on her knees and her jaw rested heavily on her hands. "I'm a horrible mad scientist," she grumbled, wondering how she was so stupid for drugging herself too.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

"I know. I don't do relationships a lot either. Mostly because I'm afraid of how guys are going to react to what I am." Why? Why did she have to make him feel bad when he was the victim? It was such a girl thing! Girls were always good at making men feel like dirt when they hadn't even done anything in the first place! And this little hottie was their queen.

"If it's any consolation, I think I like you too. Maybe it's still the potion, I don't know, but I liked you when I brought you home." He pursed his lips, peaking up at her skeptically. How was that a consolation? He supposed she had really just wanted to spice things up. Still! He would have agreed! He didn't like to be given thing he wasn't aware of. What if it had killed him? Or made his dick fall off! The thought made him ill.

"Oh my Goooood, this is such a fucking mess, I am never going to live this down." He was about to object, saying he was the one that would never live it down, but he supposed she had suffered as well. It wasn;t like she was hung up on him or anything, or still clawing at him. She had fucked up. Things were back to normal...and maybe he was overreacting just a tad.

He watched her silently as she kept talking. Yes, it was good her parents had been out of town. This would have been awful if he'd met them, and he could hold onto his savings now. That was definitely nice. "I'm a horrible mad scientist,"

Gavin was quiet for a moment and then he nodded, pushing off his spot and going to the bed to sit beside her, leaving a gap between them. He'd calmed down considerably, but he was still a little upset all things considering. "You are." He agreed and offered a small smile, his elbows resting on his knees, his back hunched. He was looking at her slouched over, smirking ever so slightly.

"I guess I sort of deserved it, though." He said slowly, looking back at the ground. "I mean... sleeping around like I do isn't exactly the nicest thing. I sort of deserved a wake up call. Not that I plan to stop..." He smirked again over at her, his smile slowly creeping up. "But at least now I know never to take an open drink from a stranger." He teased. How many times had he told chicks that very advice? "You, like, boyfriend raped me." He teased. It still struck him as all so weird. The witch thing. It was hard to believe.

He looked back down at the ground, the smile faltering. Where did this leave them? "I won't be scared of you if you swear to never EVER do that to me again. Or test anything else on me." He said, peaking back over. "You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you weren't so sexy and wrapped in just a thin sheet. Even if you boyfriend raped me, you're still playing on my hormones here, baby."

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

Abby kept her eyes on the ground as she heard Gavin coming closer, but when he sat on the bed, she looked at him. “You are.” She let a slow grin come to her face at his agreement. “Thanks,” she said with light sarcasm. He was calming down and so was she. The worst was over, at least. His eyes went back to the ground, but she continued to watch him. “I guess I sort of deserved it, though. I mean…sleeping around like I do isn’t exactly the nicest thing. I sort of deserved a wake up call. Not that I plan to stop…” Abby grinned wider, giggling a little. She could be okay with that. Maybe they could make better fuck buddies than committed partners. “But at least now I know never to take an open drink from a stranger. You, like, boyfriend raped me.” Abby laughed loudly, finding his sense of humor ten times funnier because it lightened the mood. The sunlight coming into the room was a few tints brighter now that the heavy stuff was past.

He looked away again and her smile faltered some too. It was serious, but not heavy. “I won’t be scared of you if you swear to never EVER do that to me again. Or test anything else on me.” Abby shook her head, her face serious. “I promise, I’ll never do it again,” she assured softly. Good. She hated when people were scared of her. His eyes looked back at her and she got a little curious. “You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you weren’t so sexy and wrapped in just a thin sheet. Even if you boyfriend raped me, you’re still playing on my hormones here, baby.” Abby’s grin was wicked now and she giggled, leaning back on her hands a little, her leg peeking out from under the sheet more. “Well, if I remember right, the sex was the best part of this whole ordeal. At least I got that right with the potion,” she teased. With that she got to her feet, moving in front of him with the mischievous smile.

Her hands hiked up the sheet to her knees and she crawled onto his lap, straddling his hips as she bit her bottom lip coyly. “We don’t have to be boyfriend and girlfriend to have sex,” she commented playfully, her arms snaking around his shoulders. “How should I apologize for all the trouble I caused?” Her voice was sweet and seductive at the same time, wanting to make it all up to him however he pleased. It wasn’t just that, though; just because she wasn’t drunk on the potion anymore didn’t mean he wasn’t still sexy. Having sex with Gavin again would give her some temporary relief from her humiliation as well, and serve as a peace offering. Even if he wasn’t head over heels in love with her, Gavin was still a good lay, one she wanted to take advantage of one more time before he went sleeping with any other woman to prove he wasn’t monogamous.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

She was grinning and giggling at him and he wrinkled his nose at her and narrowed his eyes, not being seriously angry. “Well, if I remember right, the sex was the best part of this whole ordeal. At least I got that right with the potion,” Gavin scoffed, his eyes trailing to her naked legs. "I was great before you slipped me your little love potion number nine. I'm just a great lay." He tossed back, smiling devilishly.

He watched as she pulled the sheet up further, gulping as she moved to climb onto his lap. He wasn't going to object even though he should. Why the hell did he always have to think with his penis first? “We don’t have to be boyfriend and girlfriend to have sex,” Yep, that did it. He looked up at the little witch as her arms snaked their way around his neck, making his dick perk up in his shorts. “How should I apologize for all the trouble I caused?”

He gave a silly sort of smile, one a teenager might make when he realized the porn site he just stumbled across was free and untraceable. His hands moved to rest on her narrow hips gently and he rolled his shoulder. "I could think of a few ways, but I'd be interested to hear what you came up with." His chocolate eyes moved down her body. "Or see..." He couldn't help himself as his hand moved up to the sheet tucked around her to hide all her girly parts. His eyes were on hers now and he licked his lips and then furrowed his brow.

"Wait.. shouldn't I be mad at you still?" He suddenly felt all confused again and offered a lopsided look, wavering between amused, confused and annoyed. All in all he looked sort of silly. "You're using your sex against me, devil woman!" He shot though he looked more amused now, shifting to throw her down on the bed, leaning beside her and looking down into her face. It had all felt so real.. like a weird dream he woke from. It was odd, like he was supposed to have stronger feelings for her than he did. They'd shared so much. He was someone completely different, and all in all he had to admit it wasn't so bad. Not in the moment. Now it was sort of weird and maybe a little awkward, but he missed it. Now that he could look at her in a way he had yesterday, lying so innocently on the bed, hair sprawled about her face in a tangle of soft, brown waves, doe eyes so innocent and lusty all at once.

"Would it sound crazy if I said I miss the way I felt yesterday?" He questioned softly, his right hand sliding to her stomach which was still covered, tracing small odd shapes across it. He watched his fingers move and sighed. "It was like nothing in the world mattered but us. It was all fake but my life felt like it had meaning for once.. I just wish I could be that guy I guess. I don't even know where the hell all of it came from.." A part of him suddenly felt depressed. Would it be so terrible to take it again? To be blissfully happy and crazy in love for the rest of his life to this adorable little witch? "Even my stamina seemed to last longer. Jeez, we went at it like ten times a day!"

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

Abby grinned at the way Gavin smiled at her, his hands coming to her hips, shrugging nonchalantly. “I could think of a few ways, but I’d be interested to hear what you came up with. Or see…” She bit her bottom lip coyly as his hand came up to inspect the sheet wrapped around her. Just when she thought he was going to give in, though, he stopped and looked up at her. “Wait…shouldn’t I be mad at you still?” Abby’s eyes got wide and she looked around playfully innocent as if to say, “Mad about what?” “You’re using your sex against me, devil woman!” She squealed and fell back to the bed, laughing when she got there. It felt like it did before, but different…it made her feel strangely nostalgic. Why couldn’t it have been real? Wasn’t it real? She still cared about him, and they knew so much about each other now, they surely had to be friends. Was that all they were, though? She didn’t know. She just knew she liked how playful he was and how comforting it was to have him looking down at her the way he was.

“Would it sound crazy if I said I miss the way I felt yesterday?” His voice was soft and his fingers were tracing shapes on her stomach, making her feel incredibly warm towards him. He was almost like a kid, the way he said it, but it reminded her of how she felt the day before. As he watched his fingers, she watched him, one hand coming up and running up and down the arm holding him up. Even if they weren’t in love anymore, she liked being here with him like this. “It was like nothing in the world mattered but us. It was all fake but my life felt like it had meaning for once…I just wish I could be that guy I guess. I don’t even know where the hell all of it came from…” Abby was wondering the same thing, but it made her heart squeeze that she had been the meaning in his life over the last few days. She’d felt the same. Even if it wasn’t entirely real…was it entirely fake? “Even my stamina seemed to last longer. Jeez, we went at it like 10 times a day!” Abby laughed, watching him with a little glint in her eye. “Like I said, I got the sex part of the potion right,” she teased. Her smile faded a little to one more serious as she looked up at him.

“I don’t think you’re crazy for missing it. I do too. But I also know that we can’t just keep taking love potion forever. It makes you do stupid things, like take off work for days on end,” he explained, shaking her head at the last part. How many days was this that she had taken off work? “I don’t think it was completely fake, either. Maybe…maybe we both wanted to be that person, so the potion played on those feelings. Or maybe it played on the way we liked each other when we took it. Either way, I think the potion had to have something to work off of to begin with, so it couldn’t be all fake. It wasn’t all real, but it wasn’t all fake.” She gave a shrug. “Nobody really knows the answer when it comes to potions. They don’t know if it creates what you want it to or if it builds off of something that’s already there.” Her hand was still tracing along his arm, but now it found its way to playing with his hair softly. She had a gentle smile as she looked up at him. “Maybe we’re not in love anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends…” A big devious grin crossed her face as she let her hand slip down his arm once more. “…with benefits.” She giggled, never taking her eyes from his.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

“Like I said, I got the sex part of the potion right,” she teased and he grinned before she became more serious once more. “I don’t think you’re crazy for missing it. I do too. But I also know that we can’t just keep taking love potion forever. It makes you do stupid things, like take off work for days on end,” He had taken off of work, but he was failing to see why he couldn't take this stuff every few days. Heck, it could save a ton of marriages! Remind people why they fell in love. She could bottle that stuff and sell it as instant marriage savers! Divorce lawyers would hate it, though.

“I don’t think it was completely fake, either." He raised a brow. "Maybe…maybe we both wanted to be that person, so the potion played on those feelings. Or maybe it played on the way we liked each other when we took it. Either way, I think the potion had to have something to work off of to begin with, so it couldn’t be all fake. It wasn’t all real, but it wasn’t all fake.” She made a solid point and Gavin wondered if there was any amount of truth behind it.

He had always wondered what his life would have been like if he'd settled with Lindsay. He knew all the reasons he left her; too young, hated his job, didn't want responsibilities like mortgage and kids... but he also knew he didn't love her in the ways a man was supposed to love a wife. She had become needy in all the wrong ways and had built a future without consulting him. She saw dollar signs when she looked at Gavin and that was a big part of why he ended things, even though he used everything else as a good excuse. Maybe there was a part of him that wanted to settle a little. Maybe he just needed to find the right girl.

But there was a lot of fun and freedom in his current life style. He had no one to answer to and he could come and go as he pleased. The sex was always great and never got old because he could easily find someone new. The city was full of willing girls and they all seemed to flock to his place of business, lonely, eager and thirsty.

“Maybe we’re not in love anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends…” She was smiling but there was a part of Gavin that was still sad about the entire incident. He wanted to love someone that severely. He wanted to love someone so much it hurt, so much that the very thought of leaving them for a few hours made him depressed and ill. He didn't love Abby, though. He liked her. A lot. But love? No, that sort of love took time. But he was certainly comfortable with her. “…with benefits.” She added, giggling. He gulped and the hand on her stomach moved upwards, groping at her chest as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, more gently than he typically would, but not with as much passion as he had in the days before. There was a quiet comfort in Abby. She'd seen all of him, even the parts that didn't really exist, and he liked the thought of being with her again. He reached for the top of the sheet and pulled it down, exposing her as he deepened his kiss.

[ABIGAIL JAMES]

Gavin’s hand moved from her stomach up over her chest, and Abby felt butterflies in her stomach once more. He kissed her, and though it wasn’t the devouring, desperate kiss she was used to getting from him, it was still sweet. The slight lack of passion made her a little sad, but it still felt good to have his mouth pressed against hers. Their kiss deepened and she brought her hands to his face as he pulled the sheet down and exposed her chest. The buds on her chest stood taut, suddenly chilled, and she shivered with want for him. She let the corners of her mouth curve upward through their kiss, pulling him closer to her. Her hands moved from his face and down to his chest, down his torso to the bottom of his t-shirt.

His skin was hot beneath his t-shirt, and though she was now lucid, not hopped up on love potion, it still made her ache to touch him. It wasn’t as powerful, but it still felt good. Her tongue played along his as her hands roamed freely beneath his shirt. She untucked the sheet around her, lying naked on the bed now, and she squirmed beneath him, yanking his t-shirt over his head with a smile. A small moan escaped her as she brought her mouth back to his, pushing with her hands at the jeans he had hastily pulled on over his hips in his hurry to escape her. She felt how excited he was, making her smirk against his lips playfully.

Her hands ran up his back next, the muscles making her burn again. Just touching him was working her into a frenzy and she wondered if the sex on and off the potion was really so different. Then again, they had gotten to know what the other one liked over the past few days…several times over. Her nails dragged against his scalp lightly as she kissed him ever harder. Those hips of hers arched up into his, grinding against him despite his clothes. She was now plenty hot and bothered. Her lips pulled back just enough to breathe against his mouth, “Fuck me, Gavin.”