Aiden hangs out with Natalie on the couch

Natalie looked up surprised as he came through the door. She was curled into her usual corner with her signature glass of wine in hand, with her hair down and loose around her shoulders. She wore a spaghetti strap tank and a pair of light, silky shorts that barely reached the hem of her shirt. Even in the dim light he could tell she didn’t expect him home by the clear lack of a bra under the snug top.

“Didn’t think you’d be home so early,” she said, her voice warm, but a little slow from the wine.

Aiden stepped out of his shoes and shrugged. “Didn’t think I’d leave so early.” Walking toward his room, he continued, “Give me a sec. I reek of beer and firewood.”

Natalie gave a lazy smile and tipped her wine glass slightly, before turning back towards the TV.

He didn’t waste time. Just turned down the hall and moved quickly, stripping off his hoodie and shirt as he walked. The apartment was warm, and he was already feeling a bit warm, despite the cold outside. He swapped his jeans for a pair of soft, loose sweats and didn’t bother with anything else. No shirt. No socks.

A minute later, he came back into the room, setting a water bottle on the table. She was still in the same spot on the couch. Her eyes flicked toward him when he reappeared, but she didn’t say anything.

He walked over without hesitation and sank onto the far end of the couch. He hadn’t planned to stay long, but that changed the second he saw her. Staying would do nothing to dull his libido, but it looked like it’d provide material for his imagination later.

She was stretched out along the couch, leaned onto one hip with her body angled toward the TV. One arm was propped up on the arm of the couch, the other resting across her midsection. Her legs were drawn up slightly, ankles crossed, and the loose sleep shorts she wore were cut high enough to leave the lower half of her ass visible where it met the cushion.

Her top had ridden up just past her waistline, exposing a narrow band of bare skin along her side. The light from the TV softly flashed across it every few seconds. The top clung across her chest, the thin fabric making the shape underneath easy to make out from his angle.

Natalie didn’t move. She stayed leaned in, wine glass balanced in front of her, where her hand barely held it. She seemed a little more relaxed than he’d typically find her. The light was enough to make her nipples obvious through the stretched material. The outline beneath was faint but there. He tried not to stare.

Neither of them spoke at first. The movie continued in the background, as the light from the screen flickered, occasionally lighting her up. They made a few quiet comments, small observations meant to fill the space, but nothing held for long. The conversation drifted just as quickly as it started. Just like his session with Jenna, earlier.

Whatever was playing on the screen didn’t matter anymore. Neither of them was really watching. He was watching her and she was lost in her wine and the thoughts of doing laundry that afternoon. His presence and the sweats bringing them back.

Natalie shifted where she lay, still on her side, propped on one elbow with her knees loosely stacked. She pulled her shirt down absently at the front, though it barely moved, then adjusted her hips slightly against the cushion. The motion caused her shorts to tug even higher in the back, the seam slipping further up to reveal more of her ass.

From his angle, he could still only see part of her. The rest was hidden from view, but the way the fabric sat, cut high and loose, made him wonder what, if anything, she had on underneath.

His eyes lingered without him meaning to. His breath starting to become ragged before he caught himself and looked away.

She lifted her glass, took a slow sip of wine, and eased back into the cushions. As she settled in further, her thighs shifted slightly and she still seemed unbothered. The view didn’t change. If anything, it deepened.

The shorts had ridden up enough that it answered what she was wearing under them. He could now see higher through the leg of the shorts. The panties sat low enough that he could see the base of the edge of her stomach above them. It looked flat and soft and drew his attention as much as he tried to resist. Her tank had gathered slightly around her waist, and the neckline low and tight against her cleavage as the top breast shifted towards the other, while leaning towards one side. One nipple pressed faintly against the thin material.

Aiden leaned back into his corner, placing one hand against the back of the couch, making a poor attempt to look casual, while the rest of his body slightly mirrored hers. He tried to keep his eyes on the screen, but the heat of the moment sat just beneath the surface.

His erection had started to push forward, tenting the front of his sweatpants. The unrestrictive fabric gave easily, shifting as he adjusted his posture. He made no attempt to try and hide it.

He was certain there was no way she wouldn’t be able to see it. While he wasn’t drunk, the mix of raging hormones, and the **** from the party was enough to give him the liquid courage to be more daring than he usually would.

From the glances out of the corner of her eye as she set her wine glass down on the side table, he was pretty sure she did.

“You didn’t miss much,” she said, staring at the screen. “This movie’s kind of awful.” They had been sitting in relative silence for several minutes.

Aiden let out a quick breath through his nose. “I was starting to wonder if I was just too sober for it.”

She gave a small smile. “Maybe you were hoping for something more interesting.”

He looked over at her. “For the movie?”

Natalie met his eyes and held them. “Sure.” She went back to watching the movie. Her facial expression stayed neutral through the exchange, giving nothing away of what she was thinking.

Aiden stayed resting in his corner, but angled his body slightly toward hers, so he could try to get glimpses a little more easily. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but the tension in his lap wasn’t going anywhere, and he was still making no effort to hide it.

Nodding toward the actress on the screen after a few seconds, he said “Tiny little outfit. Don’t see women walking around here wearing something like that during the day.” He was unabashedly trying to keep the focus on something more risqué.

Natalie lifted her glass again, “Think that’s supposed to distract from the plot?”

“Probably.”

His gaze flicked toward her legs again and the bare, smooth skin, partially folded up in front of him before looking back to the screen, afraid of lingering and being caught.

Natalie shifted, turning more onto her side. She tucked one leg loosely beneath her and bent the other out toward the edge of the cushion, her foot flat against it. Her torso angled slightly toward the room as she braced one hand behind her. The motion seemed simple enough, and as she settled, a strap of her tank slipped lower off one shoulder. The way her strap fell didn’t show anything more, but it signaled something more erotic in him.

In this new position, the shorts had also opened at the leg just enough to reveal the pink of her panties. They were plain from what he could tell. Aiden assumed they were likely the kind she’d choose for comfort. They were clearly visible, making them the sexiest pair he could think of at the moment, regardless of their simplicity. The TV cast its flickering light across her thighs, occasionally lighting up enough to brighten the room. He could see where the panties clung at the crease of her hip, the curve of skin that disappeared beneath the front of them, covering what he imagined was a flat, smooth expanse of skin making up the lower stomach.

“Did you even catch what the movie’s about?” she asked.

“Not really,” he replied, pulling his attention back to the TV. “Feels like I came in halfway through and it was half a movie to soon.”

She let out a small breath through her nose. “Pretty sure I started it from the beginning.”

“Well, that’s worse,” he snorted. “Even more of your life lost on it than mine.”

He reached for the water bottle on the table and took a sip, trying to stay focused on the TV.

“The acting is horrible. They’re trying too hard.”

He gave a slight shrug. “That dress is doing most of the work.”

Natalie let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. Aiden glanced at her just long enough to catch it, then looked back at the screen.

“Is it bad that I can’t remember a single character’s name?” he asked.

“No,” she said, stretching her leg slightly. “I think they stopped saying them twenty minutes ago.”

“Feels like they gave up halfway through the script.”

“Or right before they started writing. How did this get funded?” she questioned.

His leg shifted a touch closer to hers as he adjusted. Natalie reached for her wine glass again. Her fingers grazed the inside of her thigh as she lifted it, causing the shorts to shift with her movement, sliding just enough to draw his eye before he brought it back to the TV.

Then she spoke again, quiet but clear, revisiting her earlier comment. “You were home early.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Wasn’t really worth it.”

She nodded once, sipping slowly. “Hmm. Crowded?”

“Mostly just loud.”

Her eyes stayed on the screen. “Anyone interesting?”

He hesitated. “Some people from class. Nobody that stuck.”

Natalie didn’t comment. She just shifted again, her lower leg adjusting slightly toward his as she resettled. The glass came to rest on her thigh once more.

The shorts had ridden up enough that he could now see higher through the leg of the shorts. The panties sat low enough that he could see the base of her stomach above them again. It looked flat and soft and drew his attention as much as he tried to resist. Her top was bunching around her waist.

Between the view below through the hole in the shorts, and what was exposed above from her shirt scrunched up near her belly button, he could see a good portion of her stomach now, realizing it was the most he had seen of her.

Aiden glanced over at her glass, then back to the screen. “That any good?”

Natalie didn’t look away. “Probably better than what you had at your party.”

He reached toward her. “Lemme try it.”

She raised the glass in his direction. “You’re not even gonna ask?”

“I just did.”

“That was more of a demand.”

He took it anyway, fingers brushing hers as he pulled it gently from her hand. The touch was brief, but warm.

She watched him as he took a sip, and then another, a longer one.

“Seriously?” she questioned. “That was a sip?”

He handed it back. “You left it unattended.”

She laughed at his response. “Unattended? I’m sitting right here!”

He just shrugged and continued watching the TV, but she could see the smile he was trying to suppress.

“Whatever. That was half a pour. You owe me a refill,” she continued, interpreting the shrug as his response.

Aiden pushed himself up from the couch. “Fine. You want the same?”

As he stood upright, the outline in his sweats was still there, less pronounced than before, but still noticeable. Natalie’s eyes looked on reflex, before landing on his face.

She gave him an inquisitive look. “So, you do know how to ask.”

He shrugged. “Meh, sometimes.”

She watched him head to the kitchen, then called after him. “And you better pour one for yourself too. That way you don’t steal mine.”

He glanced back over his shoulder. “You want anything else while I’m up?”

“Just your manners,” she said dryly, picking up the remote to pause the movie. “If you can find them.”

He glanced at the screen and waved a hand. “Don’t bother pausing. I’m not missing anything.”

Natalie continued it as he walked off. She rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows against the arm of the couch. One leg bent lazily at the knee, the other stretched out down the couch. Her eyes followed him toward the kitchen. Bare back, broad shoulders, loose sweats sitting low enough that she could see the dimples at the base. The faint line of muscle from his lats, shifting along his side as he reached for the bottle.

“You always this helpful after a failed night at a party?” she called.

He unscrewed the top. “Only when I’m trying to get back in someone’s good graces.”

“Mm.” She swirled the last of her wine. “Good strategy, assuming you were ever in them.”

“Always so mean when you drink,” he said, the smile evident in his tone.

He poured generously into his own glass before carrying it and the bottle back to the couch. Natalie didn’t move from her spot, still resting on her elbows, watching him as he crossed the room.

Her eyes drifted to his chest, the smooth flat breadth of his pecs approaching with each step, the lean muscle in his arms flexing slightly as they bent holding the bottle and the glass. He set his glass on the table before offering the bottle to her.

“You just assume I wanted the bottle?” she asked, tone light.

“I assumed you’d finish the next one too, wino,” he said, grabbing her glass to fill it for her, before placing beside the remote. “Didn’t want to risk being accused of bad manners twice.”

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