Don't own Eyeshield.. duh

And.. There will likely be a second chap, but I don't know what.. I'm actually rather stuck for ideas.. Anyone got suggestions?

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She knew she shouldn't have trusted anything he gave her to drink. But the girl had been thirsty and had not even thought about what could have been added to the punch.

Afterall, it was a school event, someone was suppose to be watching the punch bowl.

Several cups later Mamori found herself very very drunk.

She leaned on a shoulder. Taller than her, strong arms wrapped around her waist. She found herself snuggling, she never thought that the smell of a man could be that good. Her nose was half buried against the side of the one helping her.

Who was it? Her mind wouldn't focus, just that it was someone she knew and felt she could trust.

Her house, she pointed and they veered off the road and onto the porch. The door was lock, her family gone for the night. Her mother had accepted a little spa trip she won in some contest or another. Mamori really hadn't paid attention, it had just been nice that her mother had gotten a chance to get away for a little while, and Mamori felt she was grown up, she could take care of herself.

If she could get the key to work.

There was a snort, a voice saying something she thought must have been rude, it sounded rude. She really wasn't paying attention, just grateful when surer hands than hers took the keys and opened the door for her.

She went in, only habit making her kick off her shoes before half stumbling into the living room and crashing on the cushions near the table. She curled up and giggled, god, she'd never been so drunk in all her life. It felt pretty good really.

Maybe she shouldn't be so up tight about it! It was rather fun.

She heard a voice again and blinked up at its owner, her eyes not focusing past general shapes and colors.

She just gave the voice a bright smile and earned a curse in return.

Then hands where picking her up again, but she had just gotten prone! She didn't want to get up again.

So she made herself a dead weight and earned a swat on her backside.

Hey! That hurt! She hit the one holding her and for her troubles was picked up and hung over a shoulder. Suddenly she was looking down a strong back and there.. A .. Target.

A giggle and she reached down to pinch the backside that was so temptingly in reach.

A yelp and another swat. She kicked her feet and earned another swat, but this time the hand stayed resting on her backside.

Well now, this wouldn't be quite so bad if she didn't have a shoulder shoved into her middle and the blood rushing to her head was making her more than a little dizzy.

Next she was dropped on her feet and hand to hang onto the form before her to keep from just dropping to the ground completely.

She looked up and gave her helper a bright smile. Was that a frown? She couldn't be sure. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to give him a kiss.

No response for a moment. She felt him tremble and wondered what his problem was, it was just a kiss.

Suddenly hands grabbed her and seemed almost as if they would push her away, but suddenly pulled her close. The lips under her's responding with a heat that was surprising. She was picked up so that the only place she had to place her legs was around the figure's waist.

There was heat, and touching, she was quickly losing all focus as she rather liked these new feelings. A dropping sensation and suddenly she was on her back in her bed, the figure above her shifting to allow easier access to her body with his hands. His kisses started to trail, along her jaw, neck, shoulders. She felt almost as if she was being devoured alive. She heard a heated whisper, asking her if she knew what she was getting into, and Mamori could only respond, that she didn't care.

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Her head felt like it was screaming and ready to tear itself apart. She opened eyes that where half glued shut and had to reach up and rub them open. Her shifting caused the form next to her to shift as well and she went still.

Mamori felt her fractured memory piecing itself back together and she flew from her bed.

A nearly naked Hiruma grumbled something, flopped to his belly taking over the rest of her bed now that she abandoned it and covered his head with her pillow. She looked around, everything was where it belonged, except the small pile of clothing that was shoved to the floor. She blushed trying to remember all that happened. She, remembered being kissed, she remembered someone asking her if she knew what she was getting into.

And her reply being she didn't care.

Oh, god...

She looked at herself, she was still mostly dressed. Her clothing a disarray, likely from a mix of activity and sleep, but she didn't feel different really. So, did they?

She didn't know if she should feel angry or what. The girl just felt, confused. She fled to the toilet so she could wash her face of sleep and try and piece the rest of her broken memories together. Staring at her reflection in the mirror over the sink she couldn't even keep contact with her own tired brown eyes. Leaning on the sink she hung her head and blinked back tears. This, wasn't how things where meant to happen. She was part of the school disaplinary commity, she was an honor student and she wasn't the type of girl to get drunk and go loose her virginity with the first guy she happened to be with at the time.

And then the other side of things hit her. Hiruma, she had the demon quarterback of the Devilbats in her bed, and he was renowned for using anything as blackmail.

He had himself a good one now. She would be trapped, another of his slaves, if she ever wanted to keep any respect around school.

"Hey." she felt herself go cold. Someone filled the doorway to her lavatory and she went stiff. She couldn't look at him, if she couldn't meet her own eyes, how could she meet his? He would have no respect for her ever after this. None, and she wouldn't blame him.

"Damn manager." she heard just before long fingers gripped her shoulder and turned her, forcing her to meet his gaze "Nothing fucking happened." he told her in stern tones. She blinked rapidly.

What?

He sighed and let her go, she stumbled back a half step "We screwed around a bit then you fell to sleep. You where fucking wrapped around me like seaweed on sushi, I couldn't go downstairs to sleep on the couch." he shrugged "Nothing, happened" he told her again and Mamori felt her legs go weak.

She sat down on the toilet seat and blinked up at Hiruma "So." she felt relieved, and didn't really know what to make of the odd look that passed over his features for a moment before he turned his own head suddenly looking away from her "What now?" she asked him.

He shrugged "We go on, like nothing happened."

"Cause it didn't" she added.

He shrugged again "I'm hungry" he stated and left the room.

She sat in silence for a long time. Trying to sort out the conflicting feelings, and the growing headache that naturally followed having gotten completely and utterly smashing drunk the night before.

Mamori decided she would have to think another time. Especially with Hiruma yelling at her to get out of the bathroom because he had to use it too.

"I have a headache! Be quiet!" she yelled back at him and earned a more classic evil laugh in return. He was definitely starting to act more like himself.

"Not my fucking fault you can't hold your liquor for shit, fucking Manager!"

"Stop calling me that!"

Ignoring the fact that she was playing hostess to a demon, things where back to normal.

And for now, that would work. Mamori wasn't sure she was ready to deal with her feelings about the quarterback.

Not yet anyway.