Ha, so yeah. Feeling in the one shot mood, so I'm going to write one before I start updating my actual stories because writer's block is a bitch. Summer is almost here, so when I finish exams I should update more frequently. :)
She was crying.
Tears mixed with raindrops, pouring down her face.
It was cold and wet, but she trudged on, one location set in her frazzled mind.
She rubs her eyes with the back of her drenched hands, accomplishing nothing; the tears pour on.
Streetlamps flickered overhead, casting dull shadows over her dripping body, her limps losing all feeling due to the frigid water sloshing around in her designer boots. She pulls her blouse around her body more, in a bitter attempt at warmth; it didn't do much.
She reaches her destination, letting out another sob. She shakily scurries up the cement steps, and knocks on his door five times.
He answers the door, wearing nothing but navy blue plaid pajama pants, his raven locks sticking up at odd angles. His green eyes were glazed, seeing as he just rolled out of bed.
It takes a few moments for him to register who she is, and the droplets of water cascading down her hair and body, as his drowsy eyes travel her body.
"Courtney…" he grunts, tiredly, wiping his eyes to try and get rid of some of the sleep in them. "What's wrong?"
Courtney sniffles, wiping her eyes before staring up at his dazed and concerned expression. His eyes were slightly unfocused, yet his brow was knit together in worry.
They lock gazes.
She couldn't speak, fearing that if she did, she'd break down into uncontrollable sobs. Her tear-filled eyes stared deep into his, before her arms were around his neck and her wet lips were pressed fiercely against his. Trent's eyes widened, as her soaked body pressed closely to his, sending shivers down his spine. His eyes fluttered shut before his warm hands found her waist.
They kiss in the rain, at three fourteen in the morning.
Courtney pushes him into his apartment, shutting the door behind them.
Silence. The previous patter of raindrops muting immediately.
Their lips mold together, and she moans into his mouth as he falls back onto the couch, her landing on top of him.
He could tell by the pitch of her moan, the reason why she was here.
Him.
It's always because of him.
She strokes and plays with his hair with her left hand, and brushes his cheek with her thumb with her right. Her hands were freezing.
He knew this was all to get back at him. She found him cheating on her, and this was her payback.
Trent groans as she deepens their kiss, her hands searching for the waistband of his pants. His hands leave Courtney's wet locks, and places his hands on hers, helping them find his waistband, their lips never breaking their connection.
And he let's her use him.
Every time.
Because Trent would take anything he could when it came to Courtney.
For that short-lived moment, she was finally his.
Oh the shame… Kind of. XD So yeah, kind of REALLY confusing, so don't worry if you don't get it. This might be a one shot trilogy, because I'm kind of into intense present tense-ish stories right now.
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