If only Jake had not gone to a movie with one of his friends. If only Rufioh could have made up an excuse for not returning to his dorm that afternoon. Then he would not be in this situation that he is now.

Rufioh had gotten off of work at the animal shelter a little less than an hour ago and has come back to the college campus to find Damara in his dorm room.

She was laying across the couch when he walked in, but she sits up quickly as soon as he walks into the room. Her bright red painted lips turn up in a mischievous smile as she leans back against the couch, spreading her legs slightly. "Welcome home," she says quietly.

Rufioh forces out a quiet laugh as he closes the door behind him, setting his duffle bag down by the entrance to the room. "Hey, Damara," he begins as he walks further into the dorm, "How'd you um-... How'd you get in here?" As he asked the question, he walked closer hesitantly.

Rufioh had promised himself that the next time he saw Damara, he would sit down and talk to her about their relationship. He had run through in his head what he would say to her. He would tell her that it was obvious that their relationship was falling apart. That while the time that they had together was great, something has changed between them. That it was not healthy for the two of them to continue their relationship when they have not been happy together recently.

He has everything planned out, but he was not prepared to see her now. He is not ready.

"Secrets," Damara says softly with a playful wink, "Want to come sit next to me?"

Rufioh stands on the other side of the room, staring at his girlfriend for a moment. His shoulders hunch over as he slowly makes his way to her. "Damara," he says when he finally sits down beside her, "We really need to talk." He frowns and runs his fingers through his mo-hawk, letting out a slow sigh, then turning to face Damara.

She waits for him to say anything more, tilting her head slightly and smiling softly as she waits. As the silence goes on though, Damara begins to realize things that she had not a moment ago. She is noticing how frustrated that Rufioh is right now. She is noticing how her boyfriend keeps opening his mouth, then closing it again, as if the words that he wants to say will not come to him. She is noticing how he is keeping his distance from her.

"I don't-," he begins, then falters with a sigh, "I don't know where to start."

Her eyes widen slightly. She knows where this conversation is going. She has been anticipating it for too long. She knew that Rufioh was becoming withdrawn from her and is actually surprised they have made it this far.

Even though Damara knew this, it did not make any of this easier. She loved Rufioh. They have been together for years now. Surely Rufioh could not throw that all away. He had to feel something. There had to be some reason for him to hold on, a reason for them to make this work.

"I think I know where we can start," the woman purrs slightly as she crawls forward to straddle her boyfriend's lap. She runs her hands up his chest gently, then drags them down again slowly.

She has to keep them together. She needs him and she knows that he needs her too. She would not let him ruin everything that they have been through together.

"Damara. Not right now," Rufioh tries to lean away from the touch only to have Damara push him to lay down, "It's important." He tries to sit up, but is kept down by the pressure of two hands pushing down at his shoulders gently and the weight of his girlfriend sitting on his hips.

"This is important," she says with a quiet hum, staring down at the man beneath her with pleading eyes. She stares down at him like that for a moment before slowly rolling her hips against his. Her pleated skirt rides up slightly, allowing for the other to see fairly high up on her pale and flawless thighs. Damara hums quietly, pressing herself a bit more firmly down against her boyfriend's groin. She keeps moving her hips slowly as her hands slowly leave his shoulders.

For a moment, Rufioh looks as though he is going to protest. His mouth hangs open briefly and his eyebrows furrow. When Damara begins to unbutton her shirt and slide it off of her shoulders, his mouth goes shut quickly.

"Don't you want to touch me, Rufioh?" her hands are trailing up her own stomach, then to her bra to pull one of the straps to the side gently.

"Can you help me take it off?" she asks, trying to appear as though she was innocent.

Rufioh stares up at her in disbelief for a moment, trying to regain his composure. To push her off, to tell her no, to break it off. Anything. But with the pleasure running through his body at the moment, all that he can manage to do is reach up and unhook the latches on the back of Damara's bra for her and watch as it slides off.

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