34 REIGN OF EMILIA- Dump and hump?

Previously...

Emilia immediately sat up in her bed, only to realize it wasn't her bed, and the person laying asleep beside her was not at all Abigail, but instead... A very, very naked.

Ace-f*cking-Kingsman.

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•Present•

It should be noted, that in all her eighteen years of living, Emilia has done a lot of things. She has ridden a horse, driven a motorbike, a car. Heck she has even killed someone. Multiple times; but never, has she ever, drunkenly slept with someone.

At least not until now.

She wasn't a virgin, If that's what you are thinking. No, she had made the mistake of loosing her cherry to one Chris Worthington, a guy she thought she loved, but that is a story for an other time.

Emilia screams, causing Ace to wake up. Ace takes a minute to grasp what was going on.

Firstly. This wasn't his room. It was a hotel room.

Secondly. He was but naked under these cotton sheets.

Thirdly. So was Emilia.

And friends, that's when the realization hit him like a truck.

"Holy sh*t." Ace gasps.

Emilia yeets herself out of the bed, pulling the sheet with her, to cover herself, which only causes Ace's naked body to be on full display. She squeals, and turns around.

"Was zum Teufel mache ich hier!?" Emilia yells, then remembers Ace doesn't speak German. "Shoot, sorry. What the hell am I doing here!?" she then adds. "Naked!?"

"You tell me! The last thing I remembers, is stopping at La rabbia for a drink, then I saw you and- Oh my God!"

"What? What is it?" Emilia abruptly turns around, forgetting that Ace is sitting on the bed, butt naked.

Ace who seems to have no problem with her seeing his naked body, mutters: "-And we had sex."

"What? No. That can't be right. There must be a better explanation for this." Emilia ranted. "Maybe we, got drunk last night, and fell asleep."

Yes Em. You too got drunk at a bar, rented a hotel room, stripped, and fell asleep. Butt. Naked.

"What? So we just got drunk, rented a hotel room, stripped and fell asleep, butt naked?" Ace says.

Exactly, that's what I said.

"I do not know. Maybe we were hot?"

Just as she says that, she spots a tiny speck of blood, which had stained the white bed sheets and that's when she knew. She knew, they had done...it.

Yes Em, there is an explanation to it. The explanation is that you were both pent-up on sexual tension. Let's go back to last night shall we...

-Last Night-

Emilia takes a seat at the bar of la rabbia and immediately ordered. "Tequila-Shots. Lass sie kommen." [TRANSLATE GERMAN-Tequila shots. Keep them coming.]

When she finally feels the tequila start to kick in, Emilia decided to call it a night. But then, she was reminded of Ace. Which caused her to bury herself deeper into the alcohol.

A couple of minutes later, Emilia was drunk off her a*s, and so was Ace, who sat in the corner of the bar, but then got up, and heads to the counter, sitting beside Em unknowingly.

"Hey, you look, suuuper familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" She slurred, hiccupping.

"I'm sorry, lady, I don't speak English, I'm Italian." Ace slurs back, clearly speaking English. Now you can tell how drunk off their as*es the two were. "But hey! You look familiar too! Did we...ugh...dump and hump?"

Again, drunk off their as*es.

"Pfft. What? No way! First of all, I am not that type of person, second of all...I am not that type of person."

"You know, you kinda remind me of my ex-girlfriend. We had a fight, cause I found out she was the king of the underworld and she made it to heaven." Yes friends, he was talking crap.

"Oh my God she died?" Emilia brings her hands up to cover her lips in drunken shock.

"W- never mind, it is a very long story."

"Oh no. I am so sorry for your lost." Emilia starts tearing up.

I honestly wanted to laugh at the scene.

"Hey, don't cry. I am fine." Ace reassured the girl whom he thought was a stranger.

"No, it is not that. I am just really sexually frustrated right now and then your story is just so sad, I could not help it."

"Tell me about it."

Emilia paused and looked at the hot and familiar guy, while he looked at her, and at the same time, it was like a bulb switched on in their brains.

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×Present×

So yes, friends. That is what happened.

Yet still. After recalling the events of the the previous night, Emilia just couldn't accept it. "You took advantage of me?"

"What? No, I would never do such a thing. I was just as drunk as you are. I promise you."

Emilia runs her fingers through her large curls, sighing in frustration. "Verdammt. This can not be happening." [Oh Crap]

"Jeez. I didn't know sleeping with me is so horrible. Wait- Is this, your first time?" Ace asked,

"Pfft, don't think too highly of yourself, dumbass." Emilia scoffs, wiping the smile off of Ace's face. "Well, whatever, this is never happening again, and Ace?" Emilia called out, once Ace looks up at her in acknowledgment, she continues. "One word of this to anyone, so much as your dog, and trust me. Your dead."

"How do you know I have a dog?" Ace asks, but then remembers who she actually was, which again, angered him. "Never mind." He then stares at Emilia for a few seconds, as if she had grown two heads, while Emilia stated back in confusion.

"What?" She asked.

Ace scoffs then nods nonchalantly, getting up out of the bed, causing his manhood to be on full display.

Emilia screams, covering her eyes. By doing so, flashbacks of the night before came flooding into her brain.

His hands on her body as he hovered over her.

His lips latching onto her neck, as if marking his territory.

Her nails, digging into his back, also marking hers.

Him. Rearranging her stomach.

The melodious moans that escaped her lips and the groans that escaped his, combined to create the perfect symphony.

Deep down, she wished she could go back to that night, only this time she would be sober. Deep down, she knew, that this was definitely not the end, and all she said earlier was mere bullsh*t.

For he had already claimed his territory,

and she had already claimed hers.