This Can't be Happening

by Athyna DaughterofPosiedon

This can't be happening. Because you're up against the wall, and there are lips making their way down your neck and-oh god. Camteen, with a rather unfortunate mention of Chameron.

This can't be happening. You know it can't, because you locked the door when you came in, and the only other person with a key to your apartment told you he'd be in surgery late. But you know it's not a robber, because you heard the click of the lock. But it still can't be happening; because right now you're up against the wall, and the only thing keeping you from collapsing is the woman in front of you. And you're attached at the lips, and her hands are half way up your shirt, and oh god.

You give a dampened whimper of pleasure, as a pair of lips makes their way down from your mouth to your neck. And you can't help but grasp more firmly at the brunette in front of you, pull her closer, and moan; even though you know, somewhere deep down, that your boyfriend is standing in the doorway, stunned into silence.

Because after all, this can't be happening.