She opened the door to her hotel room and stared in surprise at the man standing there. She thought they were over this part of their lives. She sure was over it. He stood there with that smug smile of his, watching the woman with the pale skin, white hair and pale blue eyes. Like a snowflake.

"Elias? What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Hi Frostine," he kept the smile on his face. "I was called in a day earlier, and the hotel is out of rooms, so I thought I'd crash here."
"No," she said.
"Come on, just like old times," he said. "How bad can it be?"
"You know I don't want that anymore. It was in the past," she said.
"Of course," he held up his hands. "No touching. I promise."

It had been a stupid idea to become fuck buddies with him in the past. A deal she had broken almost four months ago. He had tried pleading his case, but she had refused. They had slept together from time to time, and she had ended up hating herself for doing it. There were no warm feelings towards the man, and her body had started protesting by throwing up in the mornings after a night with him.

"Fine," she stepped aside. "But only for tonight."
"Of course," he said. "Thanks, Frostine. You're still the best."
"Whatever. I was already in bed, so shut up and go to sleep," she said.

She climbed back under the covers. He started undressing, and she closed her eyes, and rolled over on the other side. She didn't wanna look at him. Shortly after he joined her under the covers, wrapping his arm around her waist, and snuggling up close behind her.

"Elias!" She growled warningly.
"Come on, we can't even cuddle?" He asked. "I'm not doing anything. And you know it'll happen in our sleep anyway."

Still the same old Elias who would argument his case no matter what it was. She sighed and gave up. A few minutes passed, and he started caressing her stomach through her tee.

"We used to be so good together," he said.
"Used to," she said.
"I bet you we'll be just as good if we do it again," he said.
"Not interested," she said.

He chuckled behind her. His pulled her tee up, and started caressing her skin.

"Elias!" She grabbed his wrist. "I said no."
"I'm just stroking your stomach," he said.
"I know you. Soon you'll go for my breasts," she said.
"Nope," he said.

He pulled his hand back, and instead grabbed her ass.

"I'll go for your ass instead," he said.
"Stop it!" She said.
"Come on, Frostine. Just tonight. Like we used to," he said.
"Please, stop," she said.

Her body wasn't working. She wanted to get out of bed, but she couldn't move. His hand moved down in her pyjamas pants. A finger dipped into the side hem of her panties, following the hem down.

"I can make you feel so good," he said.
"No," she whispered.

He pushed his hand further in, running his fingertips over her entrance.

"I can feel you're wet and ready without even entering you," he said. "I know you want this."
"No," she whispered. "Stop."
"Come on, Frostine. Stop playing hard to get," he said.

He moved his hand back out, and she sighed in relief. She felt some movement behind her, but she wasn't sure what he was doing.

"I'm so hard," he said. "Here, feel."

He pulled her pyjamas pants and panties down fast. Her body froze, and he rubbed the head of his dick against her entrance.

"I know you want this," he said.

Her mind screamed no, but her mouth couldn't form the word anymore. He pushed inside her with a groan. She laid there frozen while he grabbed her hip and fucked her slowly. He wasn't even in a hurry to finish. Same old Elias, only he didn't get she had mentally clocked out.

She pictured herself somewhere else. She was in a forest far away, running between the trees, hearing the birds sing. She didn't return to reality until she heard him moan loudly in her ear, and felt him shake as he came.

"Just like old times," he said.

He kissed the back of her head, and pulled out of her. He pulled his boxers back up, and placed his hand back on her hip, caressing her skin again. She felt sick. Her body started working again, and she tumbled out of bed. She went to the bathroom, and started the shower. While the water was running, she threw up in the toilet.

After a long and way too hot shower where she mostly sat crouched down and cried, she finally made it back into the room. He was deep in sleep, and she had no choice but to join him in bed. She laid as close to the edge as she could, praying he wouldn't move close in his sleep and touch her again.