Title; Sex Over Velvet
Summary; Last night could've very well been the best night of her life, but the morning after was definitely the worst.

Waking up with a massive hangover was one thing. Waking up with a massive hangover in a room she couldn't remember seeing in her entire life was a whole different story. Add the fact that her clothes were thrown everywhere and only a sheet was covering her naked body made it all the more unbelievable. But, of course, the story didn't end there: her hips and everything below hurt like hell.

After a failed attempt at sitting up, she closed her eyes and tried to figure out what had happened last night. She remembered going to a bar with a fake ID she had just bought to claim she was twenty-two instead of actually sixteen. She remembered ordering the drinks she'd been told were the best. She even remembered the bartender telling her that maybe another shot of tequila wasn't for the best and that stopping would be a wise decision. But the last thing she remembered was a man in his twenties with striking blue eyes and slick black hair buying her a drink. With a charming smile full of pearly white teeth, a body that screamed "sex on legs," and a smooth, velvety voice, how could she have resisted?

A final glance around the room showed no evidence that a man had been with her last night. Not a single piece of clothing, nor a single item forgotten. Not even a hair was left on his pillow, or a stain hidden on the sheets. He was gone, and it hurt worse than the headache and body aches she was suffering. A tear slid down her cheek and paved the road for a thousand.

She had just experienced her first one-night stand. Even beyond that, she had just experienced her first sexual experience, and she couldn't even remember it.

And as she thought this, she realized one thing: last night could've very well been the best night of her life, but the morning after was definitely the worst.