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Before Holly knew it, she was pulling into the parking lot and turning off the engine. The two got out and entered the main lobby in silence. The ride up the elevator to the third floor would have been the same if not for the elevator music. Holly wanted to say something about the kiss, but her nerves kept her from saying anything. The doors opened, and they walked down the hall to her room.

"Well, here we are," Holly finally said. She got out her room card and swiped it once. The door clicked, and Holly entered while Erik followed suit. After a light was turned on, Erik sat down on the couch and slumped back against the cushions.

"I'm sorry I'm such a...a lightweight when it comes to hard liquor," Erik said with a giggle. "I hope you're not too angry at me."

Holly just shook her head and smirked. "Nah, I'm not." She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a white tank-top and pink pajama pants. "This is just a learning experience for you."

"Yeah," Erik drew out. "It's two drinks, and I'm shit faced...apparently." He looked over to her. "You wouldn't happen to have anything for me to wear over there, would you?"

"Sorry, you're out of luck." Holly walked across the room and into the bathroom. "I'm going to go get changed. I'll be out in a minute."

"Take you're time...it's not like we're going anywhere," Erik said before bursting out in laughter.

The doe shook her head again and smiled. "At least we know you're a happy drunk, Cooper." She turned around and closed the door to the bathroom. Erik got up and wobbled on his feet a bit. He realized that he got up too quickly, and his balance didn't catch up for a few more seconds. He walked over to the bed and stared at it for a moment.

"Well, since she doesn't have anything for me to wear," he thought out loud, "I guess it's just boxers tonight." With that decision made, Erik began taking off his shirt. He threw that to the side and sat down on the bed's edge to take off his shoes and socks. They were left at the side of the bed as he then took off his khaki pants. Leaving them where they fell, he flopped onto the bed and sprawled out on top of the covers. The raccoon groaned at the softness that was met by his body. "This is nice," he said to himself.

Not too long after, Holly reopened the door to the bathroom and walked over to the bed in her pajamas. She was startled at the sight before her for a moment. She didn't expect to see Erik on the bed, let alone just in his boxers. "So I guess I get to have some company tonight, is that it Cooper?"

Erik propped himself up on his shoulders and looked at Holly. "Yep," he answered. "You get a life sized teddy raccoon for tonight...if you don't mind."

This was all too good to be true for Holly. She was just moments away from sharing a bed with the man that she has loved for over a decade. Words were hard to come by as she stood there and stared at Erik. Finally, her mind decided to cooperate with her mouth. "I guess I'll let it slide...for tonight." Holly walked over and climbed into bed next to Erik. She lied down next to him, propping herself up with one elbow. "You know, Cooper, you're rather entertaining when you're drunk."

"I aim to please, darling," Erik replied with another laugh. He turned to face her, but his eyes drifted down to her chest. The way Holly had her body positioned created a nice sight for Erik. "It's just what I do," he said, continuing to gaze at her cleavage.

Figuring it out soon enough, Holly lifted Erik's head to eye level. "Hey now, Cooper!" she scolded with a sly grin. "My eyes are up here. You need to get some sleep, so good night, Erik."

"As you wish," he said. "Good night."

Holly turned herself in the other direction and closed her eyes. A second straight night of dancing and some drinking took its toll on her, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to get another day off. She let her body relax as she drifted off to sleep.

Erik, on the other hand, couldn't sleep as well as his companion. His body felt some fatigue, but his mind was still awake. For the first time in a couple of years, he had an evening where he could cut loose and have fun with someone. His mind was still replaying the night in the club, and every time it did, one scene would reappear in what seemed like slow motion: his dance with Holly. He had never felt so good before during that time. And that kiss...that kiss he shared with her felt better and better in his mind. The alcohol was beginning to get the best of him yet again. He shifted his position and looked over at Holly in the near pitch black darkness. Erik could hear her rhythmic breathing in the stillness of the room. He thought for a moment. 'What the hell,' he thought. Slowly, he moved closer and closer to Holly.

Holly stirred in her sleep momentarily. Her eyes opened to a squint as she felt something warm on her neck. It didn't take long to register in her mind; it was Erik's breathing. Almost as she recognized that feeling, a hand made its way around her body and pulled her gently closer to Erik. Though surprised by what was going on, she didn't resist. As far as she was concerned, this was just harmless cuddling. Soon after, Erik's hand found hers, and their fingers laced themselves together. Holly sighed contently, a smile creeping across her muzzle.

Suddenly, Erik groaned four little words: "I love you, Holly."

Holly's eyes shot open in shock. Erik's silence breaker was a jolt to her. She didn't know how to react. 'Is this the alcohol talking again?' she wondered. Holly let go of Erik's hand and shifted her body to look at him. "Erik...? Do you mean that, or is that the alcohol talking for you?"

"Holly, I mean it," he said in a loud whisper. "I love you. Come on..." Without hesitation, he moved in and kissed Holly. The doe breathed in sharply through her nose, shocked at Erik's sudden bluntness. She pushed him away.

"Erik, this isn't right. You're drunk." She kept a hand on his chest. "I don't want it to happen like this."

Erik looked straight into her eyes. "Holly...please. I want this...I want you." He removed her hand, leaned in, and proceeded to kiss her again. This time, Holly didn't push back. Something in her mind clicked. This was it. This was what she had dreamed about for so long. Every touch, every sound, every scent; it was all finally happening for her. Her mind was racing; trying to grasp what was going on here and now. Her body, however, wasn't going to wait. She moved closer to Erik, wrapping her arms around him and holding him closer. With each passing second, their kiss became increasingly passionate. Holly felt Erik's tongue trying to make its way into her mouth. Without so much as a second thought, she allowed it to enter, as her tongue proceeded to do the same to Erik. Holly could taste the alcohol in Erik's kiss, but rather than deter her, it only fueled things further. Holly moaned into the kiss; she was becoming drunk with lust, and she wanted more.

Erik's hands moved slowly up Holly's sides to her shoulders. He pushed off the straps to her top with relative ease, revealing more of her chest to him. Holly decided to help Erik out, guiding his hands to her sides again. He needed no further instructions, as he grasped her top and brought it up and over her head. Their kiss broke, but only for a split second. Holly pushed herself as much as she could against Erik's body, wrapping her arms around him even tighter than before. Their hips were grinding against one another, further intensifying the situation in an effort to bring them even closer together. Gently, Erik pushed Holly onto her back and positioned himself over top of her. His mouth left hers, leaving them both breathing heavily. The past ten minutes was nothing short of a sensory overload for both of them.

Erik looked down at the doe just below him. He could see her baby blue eyes in the darkness and feel her breasts rising and falling against his own chest. At the same time, Holly looked back up at him, wearing nothing but a smile and her pajama pants. Despite the reality of it all, she still couldn't believe that this was happening. Any second thoughts were swiftly quelled in the past events. After the pause, Erik began to lean down and resume where they left off. His lips met Holly's for the third time that night, but only for a second, as his attention shifted lower. His kisses trailed down to the nape of Holly neck, eliciting a gasp from the doe. While his kisses trailed lower, her pajama bottoms and panties were forced down at the same time. A growing heat was building within Holly, and the movement of Erik's lips to the source only fueled her fire.

As the night continued, the last song that played in the club that night continued to ring through Holly's head...

Be my bad boy, be my man

Be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend

You can be my bad boy, but understand

That I don't need you in my life again

Won't you be my bad boy, be my man

Be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend

You can by my bad boy, but understand

That I don't need you again

No, I don't need you again