Powerless ~~ wilbur soot x oc

•thirteen•

"Your favorite? What about Karl?" He asked.

"Dunno, you're just built different, you always know what to say, it's refreshing." I said.

"Thanks?" He questioned with a light chuckle.

We were just sort of staring at each other. Before I walked over and turned on my pc, booting up Minecraft, and getting on Will and I's world.

We played around for what had to be more than a few hours. Eventually we stopped playing and turned off the computer before I walked back over to my bed, having one thing in mind.

I grabbed a joint from my nightstand and lit it, I rarely smoked, I started because of Josh but I always had one on me.

"Want a hit?" I asked holding it out.

He took it and drew in the smoke, breathing it out with a small cough.

We passed the joint back and forth, the comforting high I had been chasing setting in after a bit.

The stress left me, and I found myself in a comfortable high with Wilbur, similarly dazed in the chair across the room.

I lazily took another hit, the blunt was almost finished.

"You know I almost didn't get back together with Josh because I wanted a chance with you." I said, closing my eyes.

I heard light steps and felt the edge of the bed press down.

"Who said you can't have one now." He whispered. I opened my eyes and they faced him.

He was close to me, I could feel his breath on my face and the heat from his body radiating onto me.

The closing of the gap was hesitant, our lips touching so lightly it almost didn't happen. My hand reaching up into his hair. His arms snaking around my shoulders.

I lightly blew smoke into his face, he breathed it in. Our lips brushed again, more confident this time. I took another hit off our smoldering blunt and slowly breathed out.

"Your hair is really soft," I said and he chuckled.

I played idly with his curls, before I pushed his back against the headboard and sat on his lap.

His hands rested on my waist as the blunt burned out in my hand, I put it out on my nightstand and my now friend hand moved up to cup his face.

It was dark and our movements were slow as I glanced down at his lips and then into his eyes. I tilted my head and connected our lips again, letting my tongue slip into his mouth.

The kiss deepened until we both pulled away, panting. I slipped off his lap and to his side, his arm falling around my shoulder.

I gazed off into space in my dazed state of mind. Before I slowly drifted off to sleep, I assume he did the same because when I woke up it was morning, the smell of marijuana still hung in the air and will had his arms around me.

My brain flashed back to what had happened the night before. I felt happy but also nervous.

He was high, what happens if he regrets it, drugs are a messy subject.

I didn't get to worry for long because I felt his arms tighten around my waist and his lips press into the crook of my neck.

"Good morning will" I said laughing softly.

"Morning," he said clearly still exhausted.

"Jet lag?" I asked, placing my hand in his hair and carding through the messy curls.

"Mhm" he nodded his head tiredly.

"You want breakfast?" I asked slipping out of bed.

He nodded and rolled over in my bed.