Hangover

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(Emma Anderson POV)

The corner of my lips curved upwards as he grasped for my breasts. A singular squeeze later he unconsciously produced a stupid smile and immediately afterwards he lost consciousness.

'He's so much more honest when he's drunk.'

His slow and steady breaths indicated to me he had fallen asleep. With his arm slung over my shoulder I changed his position. I removed the arm over my shoulder and brought his body in front of me. 

From there my arms wrapped around him as I hugged him close to my body almost like he was a body pillow.  His face was buried in my breasts with a content expression and I couldn't help, but smile.

'Fufu~ I wonder how you would have reacted if I did this to you sober?'

I planned to take him to his bed eventually, but first I want to have a good look at his home. It was the first time I've been here after all and with my plans for the future it would surely not be the last.

As I strolled around with him snuggled in my arms I noticed how the place seemed a little cluttered at times. There was clearly effort at times where he cleaned, but he wasn't through enough or perhaps he just didn't know how.

After some time I formulated a simple mental layout of his home. The only place left for me to go to was his bedroom, but of course I had to save the best for last.

I twisted the knob of the final door I left unopened and slowly the contents revealed themselves to me. The place wasn't grand nor was I expecting it to be so. The only notable things in the room that he had to me were his bed, computer, and dresser with a mirror attached to it. To the side of the room I could see a couple other doors, but since they were shaped like wooden blinds I thought of it to be a small internal wardrobe.

I brought him to his bed and hesitantly I lowered him down onto the fairly large bed he had. As soon as I set him down I noticed something he had on the nightstand next to the bed and froze.

My hand slowly reached for and grabbed a picture frame and brought it up close. The photo within contained two people: Ethan and Diana. The two looked like they were having a good time within the photo.

'He still seems to care about her, even after her death around 5 months ago. Was their bond so strong?'

I looked at the woman with a blank and indifferent look before after a few moments my lips curved into a smile. 

'But so what if he still cares about her now? She's out of the picture now, even if she's still physically in the one I'm holding. Sooner or later his memories of her will be overwritten by another woman in her stead, and that will be me!'

My eyes glanced over at Ethan who was also in the photo before I lowered the frame. What was the point of this picture when I could look and admire the one in reality just a step away from me?

I softly stroked his cheek with the back of my hand as I watched his sleeping face, so serene and peaceful. I replaced the picture frame I had in my hands back onto the nightstand.

'Wait, what about that girl he said he was interested in? Hannah, that's the IT girl he hangs out with right? She might be a bit of a problem, but I won't get rid of her unless they actually get together. He also said that since I was his boss he feels a bit pressured by me, didn't he? I can fix that and the fact he said I'm a little cold in the future by implementing small changes.'

I kneeled down in front of the bed and looked under it in hopes of finding a special kind of magazine. I peered around to no avail and instead pulled open some of the drawers on the nightstand and in the bottom drawer under a couple books I spotted something that could have some resemblance to what I was looking for.

I pulled it out and my smile widened at what I had found. It was exactly what I was looking for, a porn magazine. I was hoping I could find a bit more about his tastes through reading one.

'Ah! Nothing really out of the ordinary voluptuous breasts, an ample derriere, and thick thighs. At least I know I'm his type, but I think I knew that even before I read this.'

I carefully placed the magazine back into the bottom drawer as I scoured the rest of his room. My eyes landed onto his computer, but I didn't know his password for it. I knew most if not all of his desires may be on that machine, but I didn't know how to access it. There's no way a man like him would only have a single mag after all and in this era almost everything was online. His search history would be a gold mine of advantages for me to use and seduce him.

But since that was the case, at least for now I decided to focus my attention on something else. I looked back at Ethan who was sound asleep on his bed and walked toward him. I gazed at his adorable sleeping face once more before getting onto the bed myself and crawled past him.

The bed he had was a queen sized one and he had left a large amount of room with him still on it. There on the other side of him I laid with my imagination for the future.

I wanted to spend some more time like this, but I didn't want to leave any scent for him to pick up. Although I was tempted to stay and sleep with him for most of the night I only did it for half an hour. 

There would be plenty of other times to do this in the future after all. I didn't need to get ahead of myself. I had already come to his house once, the second time it will be much easier to convince him.

A bit hesitantly I climbed out of bed and looked at him once more before I left the room. I looked around the whole area to make sure I had the layout figured out before I left for real.

***

(MC POV)

My consciousness slowly came to, but before I could even open my eyes a headache assaulted  me. My hand rubbed my forehead as I tried to piece together what happened last night.

'We went to drink in my house and Emma brought her own alcohol. We had a long chat for a while about.. Something. Last thing I remember was that I got up from the couch and… squeezed her breasts? N-no, that couldn't have happened. She wouldn't just let me do that to her… Right? 

Ugh, Fuck, well I should probably deal with this hangover.'

I knew that Mr. Watson usually had something to help me deal with this. On multiple occasions I had already gone to him before and he had given me something to remedy it with.

With the singular thought of getting out of bed to go and knock on the neighbor's door I got up. I pulled the sheets off of myself and stood up, but I could feel a weakness and fatigue setting in a little. 

Immediately I sat back down and after a moment to prepare I stood up and stumbled my way out of my house. Along the way I stubbed my toe along a table leg and I wanted to scream, but I held it in by screaming internally instead.

'Fuck! God damnit! Who placed that damn table there!?'

Finally I reached the front door and the moment I opened it I felt like I was being assaulted by the sun. It was blinding like never before and so with the same hand I had on my forehead I simply lowered it to shield my eyes instead.

With my free hand now trailing along the wall I soon reached Mr. Waton's door.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

After knocking I waited by leaning against the door frame while still nauseous and covering my face.

I sat there for what felt like forever and just when I thought he might not have been home I heard the door's lock clicking and some relief flashed through me as the door swung open.

"Ugh… Mr. Watson, do you have any more of your so-called 'Miracle Cure' for hangovers? I could really use one right now."

I expected some kind of affirmation or at least some acknowledgement of my presence, but instead there was only silence. A few moments of awkward silence made me want to peek through my fingers to see what was wrong, but before I could even do so something happened.

I felt something soft envelop my lips for but a single moment before it quickly retreated back.

*Muah!*

At that action I was immediately frozen in place and I quickly sobered up. I was in shock that my neighbor had kissed me, especially since it was a guy! The worst part was how their lips felt oddly nice. For a split second I questioned my sexuality, before a familiar feminine voice presented itself to me.

"Fufu~ How did you like that kiss from 'Mr. Watson?'"

At that moment I finally remembered that he had actually moved away literally yesterday, and I had even helped him do so.

The hand that was covering my face lowered as I gazed upon a mischievous looking blonde woman with similar golden eyes and a ponytail. She had a smug look as stared at me outside.

"R-racheal? Is that you?"

"Fufu~ That's right! Looks like you haven't forgotten your childhood friend after all!"

"You've… changed."

I said as I tried my hardest so my eyes wouldn't wander around her body.

"Of course I have! You think I'd still be the same after 6 years of not seeing each other? Say do you want to see up close what really changed?~"

I knew she was teasing me, but I won't let her have her way. I've changed these years after all.

"Yeah, of course I would! Let's see what really changed!"

"Ah? W-wait! Didn't you say you had a hangover? Why don't you come in? I'll see if I have anything."

She froze for a second at my reaction, before trying to change the subject. I saw the flustered  blush on her cheeks though and took it as my win.

She moved out of the way for me to come in then brought me to her living room area. It was pretty bare bones though, but that was probably attributed to her moving in recently.

"Are you really the Ethan I know?"

"Of course I am, if you weren't sure why would you even let me in then?"

"Hmm… The Ethan I know would've never been able to calmly react to my provocation. You changed too, you know?"

"Of course! Maybe it had a little something to do with getting a girlfriend though. That was a pretty major event for me."

"W-what? You got a girlfriend?... H-how?"

"What do you mean HOW?! Did you really think I'd never be able to get one? I'm hurt!"

I said that last part as dramatically as I could. I closed my eyes, turned my face away, and even put a hand on my chest.

"Ah, no that's… I mean when did you two first meet?"

"Well, We met around two years ago in my first semester of college. Say, it's quite coincidental that you happened to move next to me. Why are you here anyway?"

"Me? Well I'm here for college and it just happened that when I was looking for a place this home just freed itself up. I really am lucky that I managed to move right next to my childhood friend huh?"

"Hey, wait, why did you kiss me as a greeting earlier?"

"Don't worry too much about it, it's nothing. Let's talk more about that girlfriend of yours. I'd like to know how someone stole my little Ethan away!