Almost Lovers

Author: Eden Lee Raven

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Fuffy

Notes: So I heard a song on the radio today, and a line caught my attention; almost lovers always do. I have no idea what the song was, and no clue who the singer was, but this fic just kinda.. popped into my head. Which makes this the 14th fic I've written in the last coupla months or so. I've written more fic recently than I've ever written in a full year. Someone should give me a chuffty badge…

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When she wakes up, you know she'll kick you out. She won't seem bothered by the hours you just spent in her motel room. You can still taste her rolling on the back of your tongue. You can still feel how she pulsed around your fingers.

There are many things in your life you've forgotten, other things you know'll slip through your fingers like grains of sand. But you know that this won't be one of those memories.

When you both first crashed into her room you had your eyes closed. At first it was so you didn't have to see the person your hormones brought you to.

And then it was to picture someone else. Because you're with that someone else, and moments like this should be just for him.

But with the startling wave of pleasure that comes with orgasm, came clarity.

You could have turned your head away from that first kiss. You could have refused the blistering pleasure she was offering you. But you just didn't want too. Those pouting red lips had drawn your attention from that very first night. You watched her hair bounce as she moved, and you wondered what it'd feel like twisted between your fingers.

You couldn't deny the fact that you'd been wishing it was her between your legs, instead of your own hand, for months. But when she gave you that penetrating look, air panting from between her lips, and offered you her hand, you couldn't refuse her.

You crashed into the room with frantic moves, your lips never coming away from hers, as you practically ripped the clothes off each others backs. And she took you, over and over again. In screaming pleasure, even when you didn't think you had anymore to give. And then you surprised her. Turned around and gave the same relentless pleasure back to her.

Watched as she arched into your hand, your mouth. Drank down the sounds of her calling out in pleasure. Swallowed every groan she gave you.

And if it were up to you, you'd stay in this bed with her. Wrap yourself around her and only let go when morning came. When more pleasure called to you both.

A sigh comes out of you as you reach over and push some hair from her face. The pain burns inside you. Because you know you can't stay, because you know she'll feel pressured into giving you more.

You wish you knew how to tell her that she didn't need to try and give you anything. What she could muster would be enough. She didn't have to try, just be her.

As you pulled yourself from the bed to get dressed you sighed again. You could actually feel your heart pounding in pain. You didn't know it was possible for someone you weren't even with to break your heart.

But then, almost lovers always do.