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My hands are shaking, but he's moving too fast to notice. He's ripping things, extracting the buttons from my blouse in one fowl swoop as he tugs heavily at the thin, frail fabric. For a second I realize the irony of it all. But then I'm lost again, in his scent, in his breathing, in his hunger. His hands are pressing into me like tiny, hardened knobs; I know it'll bruise, tiny marks across my hips and sides, my breasts and my pelvis.
They will remind me of the fact that it isn't me he's hungry for. They will be stinging reminders until the last fading brush of purple is gone. I know all too well that he wants her, that he's imagining I'm her as he roughly slides a hand between the skin of my back and the clamp of my bra. I know it's her when he takes the tender tip of my breast in between his lips.
But I can't stand the thought of giving this up. I myself hunger for him too much to deny him his false satisfaction. It's not me he's fucking, or so he so often convinces himself. I can hear it in the way he accidentally lisps between her name and mine as he moans against me, as he plunges into my ever ready depths. But no one has ever been like him. Not Chase, especially not Chase, not anyone.
His eyes are always closed, mine always open; watching him, studying him as he reaches his brink, as he concentrates on her, not me. And then it happens, I feel him begin to stiffen and my own body reacts, and in one glorious instant we are one. But we aren't. And never will be. Because it's her he's one with, her he's fucking, her he's hungry for. It always will be.
He staggers out, mumbling something I can't understand over the pounding in my head. My mind is no longer on him or her. I know my place; I know it will never be anything more than him and her. But I always hope; despite myself and despite her. And so my body trembles with hope, maybe next time he'll know its me. But he won't.
My hands are shaking. Because He's gone, and because I have to clean up before Chase gets back. But my heart's beating too fast and my head's pounding too loud for me to notice. I know He'll be back. Not for me; but for her.
A/n: okay, So I'm completely a Hameron Fan, but after the season five bit with the Huddy kiss I couldn't stop wondering. So sorry Hameron fans! I Love the coupling, but I couldn't help myself. Hope you enjoyed!