A/N This is Number 7 in The iPod Chronicles. It's just a short, lime-ish one-shot. You should possibly try to download the song since it seems to add some more emotion to it.

Inspired by "A Boy Brushed in Red….Living in a Black and White World" by UnderOath.

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Do You Feel Your HeartBeat Racing?

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It was an addiction. Like Viccodin, but better. Ohh so much better.

Lips crashing, palms caressing, fingers kneading, pulling, pinching, and thrusting.

It was supposed to be a game of teasing to see who would be the weaker on. They were only teasing, messing around, trying to outbid each other. But neither doctor was able to handle it. They needed and wanted more.

Clothes ripping, buttons flying, zippers opening, and shoes sailing in the air.

The thrill of being caught by anyone in the hospital, in his car, in his house, in her house, made them want more. They knew it was deeper than that. They knew they were on dangerous grounds. She was ashamed for looking for love in an older man instead of her husband. He regretted it, knowing that he could never fully have her.

Moans and hisses as skin slaps against skin; screaming and groaning as the highest peak is reached.

He loved slamming and thrusting into her. He loved watching her throw her head back, whimpering at the assaults on her body. He loved tracing her curves with his pianist fingers, kissing her breasts, making her sky blue eyes cloud over with lust. He loved her laughing face, her soft, sweet voice, her carefree, kind personality.

The backstabbing, the lying, the cheating, and the secrecy: they were willing to put up with all of it as long as they got to see and feel each other.

She loved the way he smirked when he made her cum hard. She loved sucking and licking him until he howled with pleasure. She loved his dirty words arousing her, arousing him by pleasuring herself, making his artic blue eyes cloud over with lust. She loved his random talents, his smart comebacks, his true personality.

Fucking him was rough and hard: bruises, bite marks, hickeys always left behind, trying to explain that to her naïve husband. Fucking her was different: making her want to cum first, worrying if she's satisfied, making sure that he left something behind that showed she was his.

They both knew they had to stop. But the thrill, the excitement, and the sex…They knew they couldn't stop. They wouldn't. They were both addicted, but neither wanted to go to rehab.

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