November Rain
Forgive me, Mellie he offered silently. Hell, he didn't know her true name, and thinking of her as November was dangerous. But Mellie was an illusion, no matter how much life sparkled in her eyes. He'd been played. Fuck.
But the inevitable was… inevitable. She lowered herself onto him, engulfing him, riding him. They found their rhythm, and every thought save 'you bastard' fell away, until even that self-flagellation was consumed.
Afterward he held her, murmuring inanities. Her breathing evened and he slipped away, stomach roiling. Closing the bathroom door, Paul dropped to his knees and retched out his soul.