The Write Match // Bill Hader

Three

He pushes himself onto me and I can feel him, every little bit of him. My body shakes as he rolls into every kiss.

"Heels. Take my heels off." I tell him and he moves from me, setting the black heels neatly on the floor. He smirks to himself, kicking his own shoes off at the same time and rejoining me. I pull his belt to me, and tug on it until it's completely loose and push his pants from his waist.

"Are you sure we should..." He starts and I cut him off with another kiss.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure." I say, pushing his boxers from his waist. He's completely naked in front of me now and for once I'm not grossed out, which is a first for me in situations like this.

"Maybe we should..." He starts again as he begins sliding my black pants from my body, revealing the black lace underwear. At once he freezes, looking down at my body and back up to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing." He says as he unhooks my bra and pulls the underwear from my body.

"Less taking." I say and he dives right back in pressing heated kissed on my lips as he fumbles for the foil packet, we're both waiting for, his mind losing the concern. He slides it on and throws my leg over his shoulders, taking control of the situation and sliding into me, causing my back to arch, my lips to part, letting a moan escape from them.

"Let it go honey." His voice sounds as smooth as silk, and that alone is enough to make my eyes roll back into my head. The pleasure is intense and becomes even more so when his lips move to my neck.

"Shit." I say, letting out whatever my mind can put into words as he speeds up, sending chills down my spine. He presses his lips to my collar bones, moving back up neck. He draws in and back, one of my hands clasped to his back, running my nails up and down, and my other hand is tangled in his dark hair. Chills run all over my body at the friction between our bodies and I find myself holding to his hair, my other hand running down his back at the same time. My entire body is feeling clouded.

"Dammit Meredith." He groans into my hair as he crashes into me and I eat his words, along with his kisses. My back arches higher and higher as he gets faster. My head falls back into his soft comforter and his grey eyes are on me as he falls into me one last time.

His lips are swollen, his hair is starting to curl, and the way he looks right now, out of his element but in it at the same time. He lets my leg fall and my hands find my face, covering my eyes as I come down from my high, the only sounds being traffic and our heavy pants.

He takes a second before standing, walking to his drawer, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and he throws one of his shirts in my direction.

"Here." He breaths out, still not fully recovered. I pull the shirt over my head and find myself rolling into him as he lays back on his bed. "Meredith-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"No talking, just sleep." I tell him and close my eyes, smelling his cologne on his shirt.

"Not even one question?" He asks, his words slightly slurred.

"Not one. Goodnight." I mumble, my head spinning, my body still on a high, but my eyes heavy.

"Goodnight." He says, slightly laughing, but soon relaxes underneath me, his body is warm as I roll into him.

I wake up to the sun pouring into the room, and I roll over, shooting up as soon as I notice that this is not the view from my apartment. I look away from the window and see him still in the sweatpants, pacing the floor. One of his arms crossed over his chest, the other hand grazing his lips as he turns to see me. He looks concerned, and I remember everything that happened.

"Shit... shit, shit, shit." I say as I get up from his bed.

"Calm down. Let's talk about this." He throws his hands up and tries to calm me down. I notice the Def Leppard shirt on my body.

"What's this" I ask, looking down at myself.

"Um- my shirt." He says, almost as if he's afraid to say it.

"Your shirt? No, oh my god, no!" I turn around, throwing the shirt away from my body, covering my upper half as I run to grab my clothes, cursing the entire way there. I put my undergarments on and throw my clothes on as quick as I can. I look up to see him smirking at me. "Wipe that look off your face. This is bad, this is really bad. Of course, you're smiling, you think this is funny. This is what you wanted; you did this on purpose!" I mumble, putting my black heels on.

"Me? If I remember correctly, you kissed me first, Ms. Elliot." He fights back, and I scoff at him, stopping in my tracks.

"No, I did not!" I fight back, and he raised his eyebrows at me. "Oh my god, I did. Bill, I was drunk, you should have stopped me!" I yell at him.

"I wasn't sober either! I was given an opportunity, you're a beautiful girl Meredith, and you expected my drunk ass to say no?" He uncrosses his arms and slaps his legs as he argues back with me, and I roll my eyes.

"You know what. I'm not doing this with you. This was a mistake." I turn away from him, going to his apartment door.

"Meredith, come on, let's talk about this. Please, don't be mad at me." He pleads and I shake my head.

"No, I am going to be mad because this should not have happened. This is not something to be happy about. We had drunk sex and oh my God, it sounds worse out loud. This is your fault; you should have stopped me." I yell.

This did not happen; I know it didn't. There's no way my drunk mind told me that this was a good idea. This is messed up, and I totally and utterly screwed up. No one can know, not even the speck of dust on his blinds can know this happened or I will be done for. I hurry to the door.

"Seriously? You're going to leave without saying a damn word? We're not going to talk about this?" He asks, calling me out.

"There's nothing to talk about. You plus me equals a big mistake. Nothing else will be said. See you later." I open the door quickly and close it, thankful no one is in the hallway of his apartment building. I walk out the front door, making the walk of shame home. I hardly drink, and even when I do, I never mess up this bad.

I get back to my apartment, pacing the floors, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I need to think of something. I need to figure out what I'm going to do about this. I'll call John, no. He's best friends with Bill and I, and know he'll make a big deal about it. I'll call Kristen, nope, I can't tell her either. No one at work can know what I did. I can't tell anyone, I have to keep my mouth shut, ignore him, and pretend nothing happened. That's the best decision I've made in the past twenty-four hours.