-1"Ugh, Ned you do not smell very good," Olive said having found a drunk Ned leaning against her apartment door.
He walked forward and wrapped his arms around her. His cheeks were filled with a rough stubble that scraped against her soft cheek. She could smell the beer and the vodka radiating off him.
"I miss her, Olive," he all but sobbed into her shoulder.
"I know, I know," Olive said, his large frame crushing her smaller one as she tried to pull him into her apartment.
"She still hates me, I can feel it. It hurts so much," Ned groaned.
His weight was too much for her to support and she ended up pinned beneath him on the floor. He smelled awful and his eyes were blood shot, but she didn't care. There was so much pain in his eyes that she couldn't bare to send him away or scold him for being so careless. Ned let out another choked sob and pressed his face into Olive's sweet smelling blonde hair.
"All I want is to be able to touch her and hold her and kiss her and…fuck her," Ned whimpered.
"So why don't you?" Olive asked softly, her fingers lightly trailing down his shoulder blade.
"Because I can't. I don't deserve her anyways. She's too good for me."
"Oh, Ned."
His lips found the crook of her warm neck and he couldn't help but place a light kiss on it.
"Ned," Olive warned.
"Shut up," he replied with a slightly angry tone in his voice.
Olive was right there beneath him. Warm, alive, soft and touchable.
"Go get your brown wig," he whispered into her ear.
Ned, like everyone, had a dark side. He was angry with himself for revealing the truth to Chuck, even though he still believed she should know. He was angry at Chuck for hating him and for still keeping her distance. It was twisting his heart and making it ache more than he thought was possible. Olive had disappeared into her bedroom and returned with her brown wig fixed on top of her head.
Ned sat up and removed his coat, scarf and gloves. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them back up the tried to picture a different woman before him. The woman that he loved and longed to touch. His Chuck. Pretending would suit him for now.
Olive writhed beneath him as his slender fingers stripped off every inch of clothed that she was wearing. The pad of his forefinger brushed against her pink nipple before he stroked it and made it rock hard. Olive moaned softly in response. His face pressed into her slender stomach as Olive arched up. In his mind she was Chuck.
"Ned," Olive whimpered when the pleasant touching stopped.
"Don't speak," Ned growled at her before rewarding her with soft nip on her soft inner thigh.
Olive nodded her had as she spread her legs for him. His tongue teased her entrance, lapping at her soft folds and spreading her further apart for him. His teeth brushed against her hard little bud. Olive cried out happily as her fingernails tore at the shirt that was still covering his back. Ned grunted and took hold of Olive's hips, flipping her over so she was laying down on her stomach.
Ned removed his shirt as Olive panted on the floor. She heard the belt slide out of the loops and the zipper being pulled down. She shivered, feeling the moisture between her thighs. His large hands took hold of her hips again as he pressed his hard cock inside of her. Olive bit down on her lip, tasting blood, to keep herself from screaming out his name. He was silent as well, the only sound that filled the room was the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
"Chuck!" Ned cried out as he gripped Olive's hips hard and came inside of her.