Great, probably.

She glided effortlessly along the pavement, feeling the wind caress her face. She reveled in knowing that Lucas liked her like this. He grabbed her arm at one point to help her remember where to turn. She looked around. Were they still in their neighborhood?

"Yeah, where else would we be?" A voice spoke. She turned to Lucas. What was he talking about? "What?"

"You asked if we were still in our neighborhood, and I told you we were." Oh. It looked familiar, now that she thought about it. "Do you think you could find your way home right now?"

Home. Their house. She struggled. "I don't think so." She let out a long sigh. "I don't really know where we are."

Where was she? It didn't matter at all. She looked up at the clear night sky, branches passing in front of the moon. She giggled. Was she walking?

Watch where you're going, she thought to herself. She giggled again, then her eyes widened. The branches had stopped moving. She thought about what that could possibly mean, but nothing came to mind. Are you ok?

The thought rang in her head and reverberated and she watched his mouth and-

"Oh, shit," she said softly.

"What?"

"You werre... talking. To me." It felt so hot out. His arm was around her. She snuggled in. "You told me, 'watch where you're going'."

It was funny, how tired she was. How her body kept saying it wanted to go upstairs and go to bed, but she didn't care. Her body could complain all it wanted, if Lucas wanted her to do a somersault then she'd do a goddamn summer salt. She thought about the stars again, and thought about how big the universe is.

Her skin felt warm. She was inside? Right, the universe. She tried to think of something more important than Lucas. She thought about everything there ever was. None of it mattered as much as Lucas. I think you took too much. Why was she thinking that? Lucas was... she was sitting down and looking at him and he was talking.

"Babe, are you ok? I'm getting a little worried."

He... was worried? He can't be worried! She can't let him be worried!

"No!" she said, and felt the word bounce back down her throat, the sonic wave rippling back into her esophagus- no, stay focused. "No, it's good. I know I don't sound very, uh, good. I'm probably not very, doing, you know. The, uh, thing."

He was staring at her like she'd lost her mind. Reassure him! She clumsily grabbed his hand and pressed it to her right breast. It felt like he had a washcloth in his hand.

"I'm good," she said sincerely. "I'm not- I can't... but I'm good. I feel good. I like it."

He studied her face and she felt a love radiating from his palm into her tit. She mashed it against herself and it was like ringing a bell that reverberated all through the hotel. The ceiling was up and she was on top of him and things got really blurry.

Laughing really, really hard at him. They're in bed? He's not laughing, which is really fucking funny. He thinks it's cute. She's doing it because he thinks it's cute even if he acts mad.The world spun and she wondered what was wrong with her eyes, then something slammed into her shoulder roughly.

"Watch it!" she cried and turned to see the ground. Wait, why did the ground hit her?

"I fell off the bed..." she mumbled from the floor.

Eyes closed. Soft sheets, pliant mattress, shifting. Shifting over and over, he was pushing her up towards the top of the bed. He was..."You're plowing me!" she shouted, like she suddenly remembered a word she had been searching for. He looked at her strangely for a second, then burst out laughing. She laughed too, the rhythm stopped but he was laughing and it felt so good to know he was happy. He was on top of her, heavy, strong, breathing fast, and they were laughing together and she couldn't contain herself.

"I fuckin' love you!" she slurred enthusiastically. "I can't fuckin' believe how much I fuckin' love you!"

"You swear a lot when you're high," he said.

"What?"

Her boobs were awesome. She was looking right at 'em, no shirt or bra. They were whitish blue.No, that was the light. From the TV? She looked up and squinted at the bright light. Dark room. Her neck hurt. Why was she looking at her boobs? Her head kept waving around so she **** it still with her hands and tried to figure out what she was watching.

"Still good?" someone on TV said. It was weird, because the only thing on the screen was a car driving around some mountain roads. A bunch of text flashed on the screen and she shielded her eyes.

"Jess?" It was Lucas! She turned to him and grinned broadly.

"I don't know what the fuck's going on," she admitted. "I kinda wanna suck your cock."

"What?" he asked, reaching for a remote. The way he reached was just like how people in the movies reached for a remote.

"I feel like I ought to blow you," she said. Did she already tell him that? His face doubled and blurred.

"Why?" he asked. "Is that what you think I want?"

Is it? Jess wasn't sure. She just knew she really wanted to do it. Lucas loved blowjobs. "Yeah," she said uncertainly. "Do you want a blowjob?"

He broke out into a huge smile and nodded and Jess involuntarily let out a joyful sob to see him so happy.

She was jerking something. It was... she looked over. Oh. It was Lucas's cock.