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And with that:

Adieu Oopsidaisy! I'll miss you!

Disclaimer: I don't own IDDI and I'm only using the characters to entertain!

Jasmine blearily opened her eyes, groaning slightly and clearing her parched throat as she turned under the covers, trying desperately to hold onto the dregs of her slumber. Her hair was caught in her mouth, and Jasmine spit it out in disgust, grossed out by the taste of alcohol that was lingering in her hair.

She yawned loudly and wiped her tired eyes with the back of her hand, snuggling a bit deeper into the covers. She knew since it was November 1st, as per custom on the first of every month, Lindy had them all go get mani pedis. But after that wild Halloween party at the frats, Jasmine was pretty sure Lindy wouldn't be up for it. Especially since Jasmine had seen her blonde friend leave with one of the guys. Which meant Jasmine was back in the lead.

Especially since she was only sleeping with one guy now.

With a smile, she turned her head on the pillow, glancing at Logan sleeping soundly beside her. She reached over to his face, lightly brushing the stubble on his chin. They'd had a good time at the frats, drinking their asses off before they'd made their way back to his apartment for a good ol' roll in the hay to commemorate her concussion finally being healed. And this time, she definitely remembered it.

Stumbling into the apartment. Near ripping off his pants. Crazy, wild fucking against the living room wall before they'd made their way to his bed.

She was pretty sure they'd given each other the world's record for most hickeys in a single romp in the sheets. Jasmine snorted to herself and pinched Logan's cheek, waiting for him to wake up. He swatted her hand away and then his eyes opened, staring at her in slight confusion for a second before the hazy look in his eyes disappeared, and they focused on her.

"Hey you." Jasmine said, facing him completely.

Logan smiled, rolling over on his side and wrapping his arm around her waist. "Naked girl in my bed who didn't run this time? Definitely the best way to be woken up."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, but scootched closer to him, a grin on her face.

"This whole drunken hookup thing is totally going to be our thing now."

"And the hickeys in awkward places." he pointed out, eyeing her chest with a smug look on his face.

"I'm pretty sure I beat you last night for number of hickeys." Jasmine said, leaning into him.

"Oh yeah?" Logan said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh definitely." She snarked, glancing down at his lips. "Think I lasted longer than you too."

His blue eyes flashed with heat. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe…" she singsonged, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck.

Logan pulled her flush against him, capturing her lips in a deep, heated kiss. Their bodies were pressed fully against each other and she moaned at the feel of his hand caressing the naked skin of her waist. She tangled her legs with his, bringing herself as close as possible to his muscular body. A low, feral, sexy little growl left his throat when she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and Jasmine felt her blood spike in pleasure from the way her body was ignited by his touch and the way it vibrated against her mouth.

She pulled slightly away with a soft pop when she felt his arousal against her upper legs. "You're already ready to go?"

"What can I say? I'm a hotblooded male."

Jasmine laughed and brought his lips to hers again, threading her hands into his hair and pulling him even closer. Logan reciprocated the urgency of the kiss, his mouth moving against hers languidly as his hands roamed over her ass. Warmth shot through Jasmine's body and she hummed in contentment, smiling against his lips.

The door suddenly opened, and they both broke away, glancing in that direction in annoyance. Garrett was standing at the opening with a hand covering his eyes.

"Hey Jasmine?" Garrett said tentatively. "Delia called. She's wondering if you were going to come back to your place. She wants to know if she has to make dinner for three or one."

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Probably one."

"Okay. Also, whenever you guys are, you know… taking a food break, you think you could get your underwear off of the TV? It's unsanitary."

"Sure…" she growled, irritated that he had cut into their time.

"And also, since this whole hook up on the weekdays thing probably is going to continue from now on, can you alternate between ours and your place, because you're really loud, and I don't want to have to hear it all throughout the—"

"Garrett." they both said in exasperation, "Get out."

"Okay. Jeez, excuse me for being concerned about the amount of sleep I get per night…" He grumbled under his breath as he left the room and closed the door.

Jasmine rolled her eyes before turning back to face Logan. She bit her lower lip flirtatiously.

"So… what were you saying about being a hotblooded male?"

Logan grinned mischievously and rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck. Jasmine sighed in bliss and draped her arms over his shoulders, meeting his lips once again when he brought them up to hers.

She'd hooked up with Logan stupidly and made a mess of their relationship a week ago, but now it was back and stronger than ever. And she knew it would continue to be strong. They'd survived a jealous ex, a messy fallout, and a shit ton of lies and still managed to come out as a functional couple. She had no doubt they would last.

And that made Jasmine happy.

Who would've thought that an accidental hook up with her best friend would turn out so well?

~Fin!~