Title: Secrets
Disclaimer: I do not own Home and Away.
Pairing: Charlie/Brax
Words: 725
Rated: M
Author's Note: This fiction is not for the prudish. The M rating is there for a reason kids. Serious smut ahead. If you guys want a sequel, I might be swayed by requests, although it depends on the popularity.
It wasn't how she imagined it. Not that she did imagine it.
Liar. A little voice in the back of her head cried out. But that little voice screaming out for her to stop, her so called conscience; wasn't the forerunner of her mind at this present moment.
Currently the harbinger of her mind was kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth; and the way his tongue was sliding against hers... it felt like he was controlling it. He looked up into her eyes and saw she was flushed and waiting for him. He led himself into her and joined them with a deep thrust .
She let out a small whimper of satisfaction, their breathes mingling in the small bathroom; fogging up the mirror. He began to move almost immediately, and he felt her hang onto the sink in front of them as he pounded into her with long and hard thrusts.
Charlie muffled her cries of ecstasy, after all, what would Colleen Smart have to say if she was found in such a compromising position with a River Boy in the Diner's bathroom?
Each time he thrust inside her, he felt her tighten around him. He began to nip and lick at her neck, just behind her ear, going down to suck on her pulse and then to the place between her neck and shoulder. Charlie murmured in pleasure. Then he did something unexpected and bit down, his strong jaw bit into her flesh powerfully and suddenly. She cried out from the intensity of the pain and pleasure. Wet tears prickled in her eyes.
She knew that it was going to leave a nasty mark, but she didn't care.
Anger, ecstasy, and desperate longing for what he really wanted, Brax slammed into Charlie with such intensity that she feared that the hand basin would shattered into two. She pulled her clothed shoulders free from the constraints of her police uniform.
'No, leave it on'. Brax grounded out, running his hands over her nipples and over her taut stomach. Finally he reached her sensitive bundle of nerves, massaging her mound, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.
Her quiet whimpers progressed into soft moans of pleasure. He bit into her again and felt her walls squeezing him tightly as she yelled her own release, not so quietly and his came swiftly after.
'I knew you couldn't fight it'. He breathed into her ear. She could feel him pull her closer and he littered her neck with kisses. Affections that she knew she didn't deserve. These feelings were wrong. She was a Police Officer and he was person of interest. This thing was what it was. A moment of weakness, nothing more.
'Stop it'. She ordered him in an even voice.
The moment those words left her mouth, she could feel his whole body tense. Anger and frustration pouring off of him in waves.
'When you can see me without your cop radar on, I might want to talk to you'. The venom in his voice stung her. 'But don't you think I'm gonna stick around waiting for someone that reckons I'm scum'.
He zipped up his pants without a word, his movements terse, and when she just stood there, frozen stiff, he pulled her own pants back up, too. His hands were rough while he does it and his lips, brushed her cheek as he leaned over her shoulder, make her flinch. She shies away from his touch even though she didn't want to, because she thinks that this was wrong... she paints on a mask of indifference, hoping that he wouldn't see through her facade, because if he did, she would surely crumble.