This is yet another plot bunny that I wish would run away. It's one of the more darker stories, but sometimes those are the best kind ya know? I know ya know. Regardless, this is for those GrayLu fans out there. They need more love.
Disclaimer: *sighs and sips her tea* Whoever thinks I own this must be sipping a little too much vodka.
o0 Comfort 0o
o0 Prologue 0o
Written By: o0Virgo0o
She liked the rain. It replenished the earth. It smelled nice. It looked pretty. It blended in with her tears.
"You're late!"
His gruff voice.
"Who the fuck is he?!"
His loud questions.
"You disgust me!"
His hurtful insults.
"I hate you."
How did she ever come to love him at one point? Why did she love him? How did she still love him? He hurt her constantly, verbally and physically.
Why did she have to break?
A choked sob tore from her throat. Blonde hair covered her expression as the rain pelted on her head. Dainty fingers removed the ring from her finger and carefully put it inside her purse. Clear rivers of tears flowed down creamy cheeks. Chocolate brown eyes reflected everything.
All of the betrayal.
All of the pain.
All of the love and adoration she once held.
Why her? She was an obedient child and woman. She had done all she could to keep him happy and satisfied.
So why?
Small hands flew up to cover her ears and block out the rain as she let out another sob.
Vulnerable.
That was the only word that could describe her at the moment.
He made her that way.
No, it wasn't her pink-haired friend.
No, it wasn't his pierced up rival.
But it was someone they knew very well.
"Oi."
Her hand flew to her mouth to try and stifle the hiccups and sobs that were tearing from her mouth. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her shedding tears for a man she knew didn't deserve them.
"I-If you're looking for the train station, it's just straight ahead and to the left at the intersection," she said, tucking her chin deeper into her chest.
"I'm not looking for that-"
"The police station is to the right at the intersection."
"What's the matter with you?"
"I'm fine."
An obvious lie.
And the stranger saw right through it.
"I don't like being lied to," they said, and she just now noticed it was a male. She was too depressed to notice the soothing bass that was also known as his voice. "You know it helps to talk to someone."
"I-I don't like talking to strangers, so if you would just leave, I would be grat-"
"Then we don't have to talk."
"Wha-"
She was silenced by a pair of lips.
Chocolate brown eyes widened to the size of saucers as his lips moved skillfully against her own. Dark hair swam into her vision as his long lashes fluttered open to reveal cobalt eyes.
Slowly, too slowly, he pulled away far enough to breathe over her plump lips.
"You're supposed to close your eyes when kissing someone," he smirked.
A loud slap drowned out the sound of rain.
"What the hell?!" she screeched, raising her hand again. He grabbed her wrist before she could successfully hit him once more and pulled her into his arms. She was stunned, her tear-rimmed eyes widening in shock as she fit into his hold.
"You're hurting," he said, his breath fanning across the shell of her ear. She shivered and unconsciously gripped onto the back of his drenched shirt.
"I am," she choked out.
"You need comfort."
"...I do."
"Good. I do too."
She tensed in his arms and he pulled back to look into her eyes, and she found herself getting lost in his dark pupils.
"Let me be the one to give it to you," he said lowly, seductively.
And really, how could she say no?
He had somehow hypnotized her into relaxing into his arms and had seen her vulnerable. He had peeled away her hard exterior she worked so hard to build in two seconds. Even he couldn't do that until a few months into the relationship, just when everything started to go downhill.
He had hurt her and she wanted to hurt him too.
This man wasn't drunk. He didn't look suspicious, in fact, he looked just as pained as her. Clearly, this man was suffering as well and needed comfort.
She would be the one to give it to him.
Caresses, moans, grunts, and several climaxes later left her as a tired heap in an unfamiliar bed, smelling an unfamiliar scent, feeling an unfamiliar arm around her waist.
She would beat herself up and feel guilty later.
She would think about her actions later.
Sleep.
Sleep is what she wanted now.
And she allowed it to claim her.
I mean I guess I'll have this rated M. Before you yell me at making her give in so soon, just roll with it. It's going to affect her later on. No guarantee there will be lemons however. That is strictly up to you all. I hope you enjoyed the prologue and I already know you have questions. Feel free to ask, but I refuse to answer anything that will spoil the story *grins* Leave a review and let me know how this went since I tried a new writing style.