And a story that never got completed.

This is from maybe 2008-2009? I meant to finish it, and didn't. Maybe I will. It hadn't yet got a definite title.

That. That happened because it'd had already happened, and she needed to put it back on her terms. The first time was not exactly her choice. She wouldn't go so far as to call it rape, but certainly not what she wanted. She'd allowed him to share her bed in a mostly purely sleep capacity. Mostly. She liked having someone there. Not to do anything. Just to, well, just to be there. She doesn't like being on her own. And it was four o'clock, and she had to be awake again in two hours. And she was drunk. And she curled up in her pyjamas facing away from the boy and tried to go to sleep. The boy was drunk too. And young. So young. Too young to know that persistence does not always get you what you want. To young to realise what life does to you. She can't blame him for what happened, he is too young to know any better. He rolled her over onto her back; she grumbled drunkenly and rolled back onto her side, back into a small foetal ball. He rolled her over again and lay on top of her. She grumbled drunkenly but it was dark and he was kissing her and part of her wanted to be kissed. Not by him. But it was dark and drunk and memories of beautiful kisses mingled with the physical sensation of being kissed. Only for a moment. And then she tried to roll away again, grumbling about the early start and needing to sleep. But he was on top of her and pulling at her pyjama bottoms. He pulled them away, and she realised that he had also removed his pants. She told him she didn't want to have sex with him. He stroked her face and told her he just wanted to lie on top of her for a while and kissed her. Then he pulled out a condom. Confused, she asked why he needed that if he wasn't planning to try and have sex with her. He whispered that he simply preferred it that way. She clenched her thighs together, but she was drunk and his hands were pushing against her thighs and his penis pushing against her, pushing inside her. She was crying silently, and grumbling no, whilst pushing at his chest to try and push him off. He seemed to realise after a few minutes how upset she was and stopped. They went to sleep. In the morning he kissed her gently, not noticing her flinch, and asked if he could see her again.