No, these characters are not mine. Except the ones I might create in the future. Anyways, enjoy.
The Dead of Night.
Do you ever lie in bed? Staring up at the ceiling and asking yourself all these questions you never really get an answer to? Well, what if someone was laying next to you and those moments became someone else's?
The quietness scares me. I feel it pounding in my ears, like I'm waiting for something to happen.
"Sebastian?"
"You still up?" he says as he begins to wrap his arm around my abdomen. I reach out to finger his abs. He groans.
"Kathryn, can you please not do that?" he says as he tries to pry my hand away from him.
"Do what?" I raspily whisper (in the way that always got him up) as I begin to press against him more.
He stops holding me and pulls away.
"What did you want to ask me?"
I collapse back onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling once again.
"I was thinking about why I try so hard to be so fucking perfect. What's the point? So I can be loved? So I can have people praise me? So my ego can blow up and I can smile proudly at myself? I'm a fly attracted to the light bulb. I wish I could just go away and live in peace. It's not in my nature. But it's nice to have that thought of escape from the confines of the society we live in."
He says nothing. And for a while, we just lay there absorbing everything.
A whisper jolts me from floating off into la-la land.
"At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid."
"Friedrich Nietzsche"
I expect him to say more. But he remains quiet again. Suddenly, without warning, his mouth is on me. Doing things I know he's done with countless girls. Somehow I still feel it's different with me. The few clothes we still had on are stripped away and then I finally notice he is positioned at my entrance. I am torn between kicking him off the bed or letting him enter. He holds himself above me while I overanalyze the situation.
Leaning down, he whispers, "Give into me Kathryn. I've waited long enough. The opponents have disappeared."
I feel the tip touch me by a millimeter. Fuck it. I flip him over and slide myself onto him. The last thing I remember is screaming as everything blends into darkness.
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The sun is blinding. And if I didn't have on these huge sunglasses, I'd probably have lost my vision by now. Birds chirp above me. The sky was as blue as can be. I feel like I'm in one of those fucking Polaroid photos they plaster all over their advertisements. Someone get me a vodka tonic to wash away this headache.
"Hey."
I can recognize that voice anywhere.
"You're blocking my fucking sun."
I can feel the corners of his smirk forming. Bastard.
"Really? I had no idea you had so much money to actually buy the sun. Who'd you hand the money to? God? Oh wait, you don't believe in him. Seriously Kathryn, who's the lucky banker?"
I retaliate by jamming my foot at his shin and feel him topple onto the ground next to me.
He yells under his breath, "Fucking whore" as I laugh. He always was good for a laugh. When is he going to learn to stop messing around me? Oh right, never. Idiots, these days.
I continue getting my tan and almost completely forget his existence when I feel a hand crawling up my thigh.
"Do you ever get tired of sex?"
"I will when you do."
"Fat chance."
"Then there's your answer.'
He stops moving his hand and pulls away. Finally. Maybe I can finally get some peace and… The sound of something ripping interrupts my thought process and a mouth has planted itself onto my lower region. Oh fuck. I moan despite myself.
"Sebastian! Stop. Oh right there. Fuck. Sebast…ian. We're outside. At your Aunt's estate. Anybody can see… (I moan again) us."
I can no longer think and the only words I could form were "Right there and fuck." Sebastian is going to be the end of me.
I don't know how long we were in that position but my brain started functioning again when I heard someone screaming our names.
I saw Sebastian's head pop up like a little weasel when I turned to see where the interruption came from. We glance at each other for a second before we scramble to make it look like nothing explicit had been taking place. It was much more harder for me since the little fucker tore my bikini bottom. I frantically tried tying it back together as he handed me a towel he had brought with him. I just finished fixing it and started wrapping the towel around me as Mrs. Rosemond stepped onto the deserted field we were on.
"Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you two had disappeared to. Lunch is being served on the patio." She said as we looked politely at her.
"Of course. We're so sorry we made it hard for you. Sebastian and I just wanted to soak in some sun on such a beautiful day." I said in my perfect debutante voice.
"No worries, my dear. We better hurry along though. We don't want the lemonade to become hot." She said as she started to turn around and walked back towards the estate.
I sigh in relief and drop my acting face. Sebastian grabs a hold of my hand as he drags me in the same direction as his aunt. I try to pull away but he only tightens his hold. He only smirks in return as I send glares towards his head.
Fucking bastard always thinks he can get away with anything. Then again, I'd be a hypocrite if I said I wasn't the same. Maybe the heat wave really is getting to my head.
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