Seth looked at his phone to see that it was midnight. Only three people would be knocking on his door at this late hour: Roman, Dean or Pandora. As he had just said goodnight to Roman and Dean an hour earlier after driving together back to the hotel, he knew it had to be her.
He sighed as he got out of bed. Not because he wouldn't be happy to see her, but because he knew what had driven her to his room. He ran his fingers through his hair as he crossed the floor and walked to the door.
As always she was a complete mess to look at, and still she was the most beautiful woman in his eyes. She didn't even say anything. She just walked into his room. He closed the door, and when he turned around to look at her, she had already taken her dress off. She stood there in a white set of underwear, sexy as always, and he knew he was dealing with the angry Pandora this night. He had learned a long time ago to read her within seconds.
He grabbed her, kissed her, shoved her backwards towards the bed as she pulled down his boxers, leaving them somewhere on the floor between the door and the bed.
He shoved her down on the bed, and pulled her panties off. No need to try getting her bra off when she was in this mood. He knew better than to stall. She wanted him right away. He placed himself between her legs and pushed his dick inside her as his teeth worked their way around her neck and shoulders. Her nails scratched down his back as she moaned loudly. He thrust into her hard, knowing just how to bring her to the edge fast, and she screamed his name as he made her cum.
How he loved hearing her moan for him, hearing her scream his name, feeling her nails dig into his skin, feeling her move under him, knowing exactly how to please her right. He had taken a pride in finding out what exactly worked for her, and he would use his knowledge every time. She would come to him, angry or sad, demanding his body, and he would give it to her every time. He was in love with her. He wanted her, all of her. There was just one problem - she wasn't his.
But for now she was there, under him, screaming his name as he made her cum. He thrust into her faster, and shortly after he let go himself. He gently kissed her neck before rolling down next to her. He turned his head and looked at her. She stared up into the ceiling.
"What did he do this time?" He asked.
"Does it matter?" She asked back.
It didn't. He just wanted to comfort her, hold her, let her know he was there for her. She sat up on the bed and swung her legs down on the floor.
"Stay," he said in a low tone, almost begging.
He knew she wouldn't. Sometimes she would stay, but never through the entire night. She would leave while he was sleeping, leave him to wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Even though it hurt him even more, this weird betrayal of her leaving, he preferred when that was the way things would go. At least he would get to hold her shortly and fall asleep with her in his arms. This feeling of betrayal wasn't her leaving him. It was him falling for his own stupid fantasy every time.
She sighed and got out of bed. He watched her put on her panties and dress before she turned around and looked at him with sad eyes.
"Thanks, Seth," she said.
"Are you sure you wanna go back?" He asked.
He was getting his hopes up although he knew it was pointless.
"He won't be back till the early morning hours. Either he's still at the bar where I left him with his tongue down that redhead's throat, or they have gone to her place now," she answered.
He sighed. Why she didn't leave him, he would never understand. He hurt her again and again, and she still stayed beside him. It had been that way long before she had been driven into Seth's arms, but now that she was there, he wanted her to stay for good.
"So I guess I'll be seeing you around," she said.
He looked up to see her disappear out of his room. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. If only she knew what she did to him. If only he could either let her go or get her for good. Right now it felt like he was stuck in purgatory.
