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Rebecca clambered down onto the couch clumsily before kicking off her heels and sighing dramatically at her newfound freedom. Ted chuckled at the sight, too far gone to hide how enamoured he was with her at this point in the night.
How they had ended up back here Ted wasn’t sure but at that moment as he watched Rebecca make herself at home on his couch he couldn’t seem to remember why he should care.
Ted watched as Rebecca languidly began stretching out her limbs and arching her back in the slows and most sinful manner Ted could have ever imagined. He watched her arms stretch above her head elongating while bringing attention to her rippling muscles.
He watched her chest press up, making her cleavage even more pronounced than it had been in her already form-fitting top a second before and he watched her head loll back showcasing the smooth line of her long neck.
Ted stood staring at her lost in her beauty, struggling to hold back every instinct that was screaming out to reach out and touch before he found himself falling further down that dangerous rabbit hole.
As she stretched Rebecca moaned deeply, adding sound to the seductive visuals, overwhelming his senses and sending Ted’s mind even further into places it really shouldn’t go. Ted’s smile fell off his face as he quickly shook his head. He tried to look at the floor, the corner of the room. Hell, he even tried staring at the wall. Heck, he needed to look at anything that wasn’t her cause right then, in that particular state somewhere well past inebriated Ted was struggling to gain back at least a little bit of his self-control.
After an unknown amount of time spent staring into an off-white oasis, Ted glanced back up at Rebecca. He noted firstly that her attention was solely focused on him and secondly that at some point she had bounced up into a sitting position.
Rebecca had draped herself over the arm of his couch comfortably and there she sat waiting for him to find even a shred of his composure as she looked him up and down.
Ted tried his best to avoid gaping at her. Her new position provided him with a nearly perfect view of her cleavage as she pressed herself up against the arm of the couch but when he finally tore his gaze away from the tantalising sight he found much more interest in the expression on her face.
Rebecca sat there smiling at him devilishly, head in the palm of her hand, watching as Ted watched her. Ted sucked in a sharp breath and Rebecca's smile shifted, sending a shiver down his spine.
Ted took in the full visual.
Observing her sharp smile showcasing the top row of her incredibly pristine white teeth with those enticing little canines that poked into her full bottom lip. He took in her drink blurred eyes somehow greener and more focused than he’d seen the entire night. The fullness of her cheeks and the quirk of her lip that indicated that she was feeling…naughty.
She really was more perfect than any person had the right to be.
Ted gazed at her warily, intrigued despite himself and for the first time that night he wondered if coming back to his place was really the best idea.
Rebecca widened her eyes in a falsification of innocence and suddenly his mind was blank. Within the next moment, he found himself drifting unconsciously towards the couch as if she we physically pulling him into her.
Rebecca grinned when he dropped down next to her, just as sloppily as she had, jolting her on the spot and causing her to fall towards him somewhat. Ted already distracted by her presence failed to hide the way her giggle and grin affected him and he was even less successful in hiding the glance down her body as she settled next to him.
A moment of silence passed as they steadied themselves before Rebecca remarked, “I need a drink!” loudly enough to indicate that she didn’t need any more alcohol.
Ted glanced back up at her seeing the mischievous look before the rubbed a hand over his jaw, unintentionally drawing her attention to his growing stubble causing her mouth to drop open just so, “don think ya do." Ted told her, missing her moment of distraction.
"Hell, I don’t think either of us needs any more to drink tonight.”
Rebecca huffed, pouting at him in a way that made him want to suck on that perfectly pink protruding lower lip of hers before she shifted closer.
Ted watched the way she shifted glancing down her body as she did so before he found that her knees now rested against his thigh. Ted’s heart leapt in his chest at the contact but he somehow at least seemed to remain calm. Looking down at her legs, bare and endless with the way her skirt had risen, Ted congratulated himself on his composure reminding himself with sights like those he really couldn't be blamed for getting lost in her.
Ted slowly let his eyes linger mapping out the smooth surface and hindering the twitch of his fists as the yearned to reach out and touch once more before he trailed his gaze slowly back up her endlessly enthralling form.
Ted expected to be caught looking once more, to see that smirk that simultaneously made him blush and go a little insane with need but instead he found nothing. Ted found an empty space in place of Rebecca's gaze and all of a sudden he felt cold. Noting a distinct absence of Jade green reflecting back at him Ted blinked hard only to find Rebecca looking right past him.
Ted frowned, incensed by this turn of events.
Sure it wasn’t the best to be continuously caught checking her out but he didn’t like this either.
Ted took in her blank stare and couldn't help the part of him that wanted to stamp his foot in protest just like Henry when he said no to extra ice cream.
How was it that he was so entranced by her, unable to escape her wiles and yet she was unaffected enough to be looking past him? As if he didn’t even exist. Staring steadfastly into his, admittedly bland, apartment. Or flat as she would often correct him oh so cutely.
Ted glanced over his shoulder, a little too quickly considering the effects of the amount of alcohol that was still swimming through his veins but he ignored his head as searched out the source of Rebecca's attention.
Jealous of whatever it was that had removed her eyes from him, stealing her focus like the most despicable of thieves, Ted turned again, trying desperately to find the source of his new nemesis. He looked back, spotting his kitchen, a few photos of Henry and a pile of kitchen towels he had yet to wash but yet he found nothing that would warrant Rebecca’s distraction.
Ted turned slowly, searching for what? He wasn’t sure before abandoning his task altogether as he felt her shift beside him. Ted pivoted back to her ignoring the way his head got a little fuzzy, which was nothing compared to the way he felt when looking at her anyway before he came face to face with what had to be a dream.
Ted felt heat spread over him as he found himself completely encompassed in none other than Rebecca Welton. Rebecca Welton who was currently completely draped over him.
Full lips came into view, closer to his than they’d ever been, stealing the air from his lungs. Sharp cheekbones almost sliced him on the way past making him want for that particular pain and the feeling of her soft curves conforming to his chest drove him insane.
The smell of vanilla and something too expensive to name enveloped him and Ted found himself falling further, leaning forward, inching into her before all of a sudden she disappeared.
Ted’s head reared back and he turned as he found that she was once again sitting beside him, their only point of contact now being her knees that once more rested against his thigh.
Ted stared at her, happy with herself but oblivious to the state he was now in and confusion washed over him.
What in the heck was happenin'?
Ted raised his eyebrows as he finally noticed the bottle of whiskey that had apparently apparated into her hands before it all clicked into place. Oh. That bottle had been sitting on the other side of the couch chilling out in the open, on that table that seemed to have a vendetta against his shins, in his previously unheated apartment. The other side of him that Rebecca couldn’t reach from her current position.
Rebecca had been so solely focused on obtaining her objective that she’d thrown herself towards her goal with her entire being. In the process completely failed to notice the way that she was rapidly driving Ted to madness.
Ted huffed a harsh breath as Rebecca twisted and flicked off the cap of the whiskey playfully, sending it across the room in her efforts before taking a sip straight from the bottle.
Ted watched in awe as the poised and perfectly presented Rebecca Welton drank directly from the neck of a cold bottle of whiskey on the couch in his crappy apartment, well, crappy compared to what she was used to at least, and for the thousandth time that night he wondered if he was dreaming.
Ted watched the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed the drink, causing his own throat to feel suddenly dry.
Rebecca pulled back chuffed with herself, smiling at him like she had won a game he didn’t even know they were playing and he frowned playfully at her.
Ted raised his eyebrows in response to her generally joyful demeanour before she simply shrugged and stated, “I told you I wanted a drink.”
Oh, she was trouble.
As Rebecca basked in her win, cocky in her cloudy drunken state, a distraction Ted used to swiftly snatch the bottle from her hand, laughing at the incensed gasp she let out before taking a hefty gulp himself letting the cold liquid warm his insides.
Ted smiled to himself noting her pout and just how adorable it was before chuckling deeply at the playful annoyance that she was currently projecting right at him.
“That was mine.” She grumbled.
“Nah, I don’t think it was,” Ted chuckled as he went to take another sip, smiling as she reached out, trying and failing to get the bottle off of him.
Ted took the bottle away from his body holding it out on the other side of him outside of her reach once more, watching as her eyes followed its path.
“Rude.” She grouched.
“Told ya we didn’t need another drink tonight.”
Rebecca reached for the bottle once more, expanding out her long limbs and clumsily letting them fall in her failure to catch the bottle once again. Rebecca let her body fall into his in the process of the little game, set on her target but a little too inebriated to be in complete control of her limbs.
She grumbled audibly as she continued to fail at grasping the bottle. Muttering a few choice curse words in a way that sounded more fond yet frustrated than with any actual malice as she tried and tried again to win this little game.
Ted played along utilising his slightly longer limbs in their little game of keep away before he felt her hands shift on him. Ted sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of her hand landing on his thigh spreading wide and squeezing as she propped herself up whilst diving for the drink once more.
A small amount of whisky spilt out of the bottle as Rebecca jostled him but Ted failed to take any notice. Ted was too busy feeling the air being driven from his lungs at the sensations she sent through him.
Ted was able to pull himself back together briefly feeling yet another splash of whisky spattering his collar, neck and the space between before his focus was taken by the perfectly pitiful little sound she let out.
“This is not very nice of you Coach Lasso.”
Ted’s jaw twitched at that. He liked that title and the breathless tone she added to it just a little too much. Ted remained silent, smiling as she stared him down.
“Isn’t it engrained in you Americans to be nice?… Huh,” she prodded hoping to get a reaction out of him.
“What’s that saying that makes you sound like a bloody preschool teacher every time one of the boys hogs the ball during training?”
She pondered her question for a moment getting lost in her head and losing focus. Ted watched her finding her absolutely adorable before she jolted forward once more nearly liberating the bottle from his grasp.
She huffed at her near miss, continuing with her tangent, “oh yes, sharing is caring,” she drolled in a frankly terrible take on his accent.
Ted huffed at her, “don’t sound like that.”
To which she petulantly shot back, “uh yeah, ya do.” In yet another terrible imitation.
Ted pushed on trying to divert her attention from this little imitation game, “anyways we did share.” She raised a sceptical brow, “you took a swig then I took a swig, I'd say that’s one fine example of sharin.”
Rebecca noted the way he lowered the bottle as he relaxed into the verbal sparing portion of their game and as such was determined to use this to her advantage.
Rebecca growled, annoyed by his logic but determined to keep him talking, “that may be factually correct but…” she faltered, watching the bottle as she grasped for something to fill in the gaps in her argument.
“But…” Ted drawled out mockingly, quirking a playful brow at her.
“BUT…” Rebecca persisted, “…that was only one sip. A single sip is not enough to count as sharing.” She stated nodding her head succinctly, apparently happy with her conclusion.
…
Ted smiled sweetly at her for a moment overcome by just how cute she could be before he re-focused, “now Becca…”
Oh, she liked that.
“This ain't the first drink we been sharin tonight and I gotta say I feel like I’ve been mighty carin with ya so far.”
Rebecca’s mind flashed back to sipping his whisky earlier in the night and the drinks that had gone from his to theirs. She remembered sinking into the swirling state of drunkenness together as opposed to apart, both of them equally as sloshed as one another.
She remembers the shiver that had run down her spine every time he had held eye contact with her as he sipped from the same spot her lipgloss had marred the glass and the way she’d made sure to take the first sip of every new drink to ensure he’d never do otherwise.
Rebecca flashed back to the soft and careful hold he’d had on her as he’d shown her how to throw the darts at the board, just so, back at the pub and the way his grip had gotten firmer with every drink shared.
Rebecca remembered the way his hand had glided over her waist and further down, skirting over her hips as he’d gently, yet assuredly, used those very hands to place her body in whatever way he’d wanted.
She thought of his instructions in her ear, each one with an encouragement following closely behind and the feeling that had rushed through her when, with his very hands-on help, she finally hit the actual fucking board.
Rebecca found those hot and hazy memories enveloping her completely causing her body to heat from the inside out.
God, who’d have thought Ted Lasso could be so…hot.
Overcome by the sudden thickness of the air in the room Rebecca lost her train of thought for a moment. She blinked blearily, wondering for the first time if she actually needed any more to drink before she shucked that thought aside.
This wasn’t about the whiskey anymore. Of that she was certain.
Rebecca glanced over at Ted and found that he too had fallen victim to visions of earlier that night as something all-encompassing clouded his gaze.
Rebecca felt a spark of excitement rush through her as she realised that this was her chance. He was finally distracted enough by something that wasn’t her, well at least not the present her, and she finally had an opening.
Without a second of delay, Rebecca raised herself onto her knees and swiftly swing a leg over his. Planting her knee on the other side of him Rebecca rested her left hand on his shoulder as her right reached for her prize finally allowing her to rescue her still-chilled stolen drink.
Rebecca squealed triumphantly holding the bottle of whiskey up before taking a sloppy sip and dropping back down heavily.
Rebecca giggled to herself ignoring the drink that had dribbled out of the side of her mouth as she was caught up in her conquest while she basked in her victory.
However, her celebrations did not last as a second later she became fully aware of the position she’d placed herself in.
Oh, that was interesting.
…
It had been a silly game.
Harmless really.
Kids played 'keep away' all the time.
How was he to know it would turn out like this?
Well, realistically considering the trouble they’d had controlling themselves since that very first round of shots that Keeley had ordered back at the pub and the blatant flirting that they both happily partaken in in each of the hours that followed, Ted kind of knew that there was no other way that this could have gone but his drink blinded brain couldn't have possibly known that.
Ted sucked in a sharp breath, holding onto it for dear life as he took in their current situation.
One second he was debating with an adorably agro Rebecca about sharing and the next she was, well…
Ted squeezed his eyes shut trying to hold on to the last silver, the final shred, of his bodily control but failed as the image of her persisted through his closed eyelids.
There she was sitting firmly on his lap. Her chest a single breath away from his. Her breathing harsh. Her legs squeezing his and her hand trailing down his chest.
Ted couldn't get the image of her out of his mind and the fact that despite his closed eyes he could still feel her filmy sat right over his member he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to again.
Ted tore open his eyes taking in her tousled hair, and wild eyes with blown-out pupils and he huffed a harsh breath. He stared at her trying to simultaneously save the image forever and will himself to calm down but he could only do one thing at once and if he thought that any iteration of himself would be willing to forgo basking in the image Rebecca Welton in his lap then he was sorely mistaken.
Ted took in the soft pink flush of her cheeks and couldn't help but follow it down her chest and it was then that he noted the whisky pooling on her collarbone. there settles the delectable amber liquid creating a tiny pool that called out to him.
Ted traced the glinting path of the liquid up the path it had taken, back up her long lean neck and to the side of the perfectly parted lips before his eyes followed the path back down. A movement that was apparently dangerous as it seemingly caused her to take a particularly harsh breath that had the liquid spilling over her collarbone and into her cleavage. Ted's eyes involuntarily followed the liquid as he fought his need to lap it up off of her.
Ted squeezed his eyes shut once more as the urge to suck up the alcohol with his tongue was too strong. He could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue, the tantalising flavour of his favourite whisky mixed with the sweetness of her skin, oh, that had to be the most heavenly drink in the world. Ted was sure with the position that they were in that Rebecca could feel exactly how that thought affected him and he couldn't bare it.
Ted’s head dropped to the back of the couch with a thunk, firmly hitting the wooden beam between the couch cushions, causing him to wince and Rebecca to gasp.
The knock to his head hurt, even in his inebriated state, but not nearly as much as the tightness he was currently feeling in his pants. Which itself was exacerbated by Rebecca’s reaction.
Ted groaned as Rebecca's body jolted over his with the force of her gasp before she dragged herself closer to him, unintentionally grinding on his now fully erect member to check his injury.
“Ted?” She breathed out too breathily for Ted to respond immediately.
He sucked in another breath as he felt her hard nipples pressing into his chest as she leaned in to inspect his injury.
“Hmmm,” he hummed in response hiding the true pain terminating from further south.
“You okay?” She questioned genuinely, despite her continued effect on him, causing him to huff a laugh.
Ted slowly opened his eyes taking in the sight of her once more, nodding softly at her care before his libido took over once more. This time he sat and stared at her as his body reacted to the situation he'd found himself in and he watched openly as her eyes widened at the twitch she instigated.
Ted took her in once more, taking in the phenomenal sight of a truly turned-on Rebecca Welton up close and personally and he found himself desperate for her. Ted wanted to reach for her, wrap her in his arms, throw her over his shoulder and drag her to the bedroom. He wanted to rip off her tight top and push up her shirt, flip her over on the couch and fuck her into oblivion. He wanted to touch her until she melted into a panting breathless mess who couldn't speak given how much he'd made her scream.
Ted wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything but despite his need and his intrigue in his inebriated state, Ted was firmly unwilling to do anything without a sign from her first.
Ted stared at her longingly telegraphing every thought that ran through his head and all the while he kept his hands at his side.
Eyes wide but body unmoving Ted waited.
…
Rebecca stared down at him, caught somewhere between concern and caution as she watched him for signs of concussion whilst attempting to ignore the heat between her legs.
Rebecca shifted closer to him reaching out with her whiskey-less hand to feel around the back of his head for any possible cut but this seemed to be the wrong choice to make. Though there was relief at a lack of blood or serious injury, it seemed to Rebecca that reaching into Ted's hair was the worst possible choice.
Almost immediately he groaned gutturally at the feeling of her long fingers carting through his soft locks and she felt a spark shoot straight down to her throbbing pussy.
Rebecca looked down to where she sat and cursed her determination in getting that damned bottle before her focus was shifted once more.
Rebecca felt his need.
She felt his hard member pressing up into her, twitching with her every breath.
She felt the lust that had laid dormant in her sober self for far too long busting free and all she could do was give in to its power.
Rebecca turned back to Ted looking him firmly in the eye, all else forgotten as they shared that moment that was just them before she intentionally ground down on him.
Rebecca watched Ted’s jaw drop with the sensation making the pleasure all that more intense and she moaned aloud as she repeated the movement. Then again, and again until there was no end in sight.
Soon they were grinding into one another desperately, the fabric of her panties and his pants the only thing keeping their searing centres apart. Rebecca felt her wetness flooding her panties and she was sure she was making quite a mess of Ted's pants but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when grinding down on him felt so damned good.
Rebecca ground down with every one of his thrusts up meeting him in the middle. She felt the delicious drag of his admittedly incredibly impressive member pressing perfectly against her, dragging over her clit and lighting her up inside and all she could think about was what it would feel like inside of her.
Rebecca clutched onto Ted’s shoulder with her free hand pressing the open bottle of whiskey still tightly held in her other hand to the back of the couch as his hands mapped out her curves. Gliding over her hips and then her arse Rebecca found that the sensation of his big hands all over her left her unable to stay quiet.
As his hand on her arse pulled her against him with every thrust, somehow squeezing whiles using his firm grip to provide resistance Rebecca found herself throwing her head back in ecstasy. She was sure only a second ago that she wanted to get him inside of her but right then she found herself plummeting towards an orgasm simply from this as she would have been insane if she considered stopping.
Suddenly Ted was surging up, lapping the still-wet whisky from her neck and down into her cleavage. Ted licked and sucked his way back up her neck, driving her mad with the movements of his mouth as the bristles of his moustache against an oh-so-sensitive area before he reached his destination. Ted moaned in her ear as a prelude sucking her earlobe into his hot mouth causing her to return the sentiment.
She heard him muttering the words, "beautiful," "stunning," and her personal favourite, "fuck Becca," against her neck as she began seeing spots in her vision.
It was then that she felt as if she were about to fall right off the cliff into one of the best orgasms of her lifetime.
And they weren't even undressed!
In between moans and guttural groans Rebecca heard Ted’s muffled murmurs of her name and she felt like she was about to see stars but just as she neared her peak she was brought back to the present with what felt like a bucket of ice water hitting her straight in the chest, startling her out of the haze.
Splash!
They froze.
Oh shit.