I'm mostly writing this for myself, because I'm pretty sure a total of 5 people read it. Haha. Oh well! If you're one of the few, let me know what you think. I decided to write this one in Fitz's point of view, because it's not as predictable as you'd think (: And it is quite… intense, as far as descriptions go. You've been warned!

We had finished fucking only minutes ago.

We sat on a torn up old couch outside, sharing my last cigarette.

"Shit that was good," she murmured, leaning back on the couch. It swallowed her small body.

"It better have been more than good. Jesus Christ," I muttered, a smirk on my lips as I took a long drag.

She breathed a small laugh, only nodding her head in response.

She opened her eyes and took the cigarette from me, taking a drag and inhaling it deeply before blowing it out slowly.

"We do fuck pretty well together," she murmured.

"Yeah," I murmured, taking the cigarette back. "Too bad we can't do it all the time."

"Well maybe we could." I shot her a questioning look. "I mean, if you had a phone, then we could-"

"I have a phone," I interrupted. I pulled it out and looked at her questioningly again, waiting for her number.

She smirked as she told me the seven digits and I stored them in my phone under the only name I knew her as, "Dollface".

It drove me crazy not knowing her name, but it only added to the sexy mystery that was her.

She took out her phone and looked at me. "What about you?"

"You'll find out when I call you," I said simply, shrugging my shoulders.

She rolled her eyes, but put her phone back in her pocket. "Whatever you say," she breathed.

In just a few more drags the cigarette was gone and she suddenly stood to go.

"Where are you going?" I asked with a raised brow.

"It will be hard to believe that French study group is over two hours long," she said pointedly, smirking her naturally red lips.

"French study group?" I asked with a chuckle. "What a little lying vixen."

"I have to live up to the family expectations. How else would I get away with running around with the likes of you?"

She turned on her heel and disappeared in the way she had come without another word.

I watched her go, unable to keep my eyes off of her.

Something about her made it impossible to look away.

She didn't seem to take any of my shit. She didn't seem like any of the other bullshit girls that I was used to.

She was really fucking different.

The next day in the early afternoon, I found myself at the Dot.

It was around the time I had seen her yesterday, and I found myself growing anxious when the mess of white blonde waves didn't appear out the front window.

I waited and waited until I couldn't wait anymore.

I then went to the Ravine. I distanced myself from everyone else and again found myself anxious and disappointed when she didn't emerge from the woods.

Every day for the rest of the week, the same routine repeated itself.

She was like an addiction; I couldn't get enough.

I felt like I needed her.

I never needed anyone.

I fucking hated the way she made me feel.

I hated it because I knew deep down that I loved it.

One thing I knew for sure was that this girl was going to drive me crazy if I didn't distract myself.

I was at the Ravine late that Saturday night, my nerves on end.

Distraction, Fitz. You need a distraction.

And then she showed up.

She was already drunk and stumbling around everyone, making her way to me.

"Fitz," she slurred, "Fitz why don't you pay any attention to me anymore? You're all over that bitch. You're such an ass."

"Shut the fuck up, Bianca," I muttered dismissively.

If there was anything that made Bianca work for your attention, it was rejection.

"No! You're going to pay attention to me, Fitz, and you're going to fucking like it."

Bianca had been a decent fuck in the past, but she hadn't crossed my mind in the slightest this past week.

She would be a good distraction, I thought. It wouldn't be weird, because I'd already been with her, and I knew how to keep her under control.

"Don't tell me what to do, bitch," I spat, standing and walking away from her.

I heard her trip as she ran to catch up, and she suddenly weighed down my arm as she latched on.

"Please don't go, Fitz. I didn't mean it. I just want you so bad."

"Just make sure you don't do it again. I give the fucking orders."

She nodded and bit her lip, pulling me in the direction of the van.

When we were inside, she attacked my lips. Her kisses were sloppy and harsh.

They nearly made me sick to my stomach.

She hastily pulled off her shirt and pulled my hand to her breast, but I pulled it back.

She looked at me curiously, slightly offended.

I just nodded down to my pants.

I wasn't even hard for a girl throwing herself at me.

That blonde haired mystery had me all fucked up.

Bianca reached into my pants and moved her hand up and down.

I closed my eyes and thought of soft blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, a pale thin face, a slightly pointed nose, those seductive red lips…

I was hard as a rock.

I caught sight of Bianca staring at me, her face reading seduction.

It wasn't working for me.

I took her hair in my hand and held it tightly causing her to whimper.

I pushed her face down to my cock and closed my eyes again at the feeling of the tight warmness consuming me.

No matter how annoying Bianca could be, she knew how to give damn good head.

Especially when she was trashed.

My mind wandered once more to the thin pale body that my own craved. The small, perfectly shaped breasts I longed to touch, lick, suck, bite… The feeling of the tight wet pussy between long, slender legs. The sound of her voice as she moaned long seductive or short sexy little moans. The way she screamed my name.

I surrendered to the feelings building up inside of me and let myself go, coming in Bianca's mouth as she continued to suck my dick.

I felt her sit up but I didn't want to look at her.

It almost made me sick to think of being with her.

Shit like this wasn't supposed to happen to me.

I didn't let myself feel.

I was supposed to be able to fuck who I wanted when I wanted, no strings attached.

But all I wanted was this one girl.

I knew I needed her. I couldn't fucking stand it anymore.

I buttoned and zipped my jeans, getting up and leaving the van without another word to Bianca.

Rather than bothering with the bullshit at the Ravine, I decided to just go home.

This girl was driving me insane. I couldn't even think straight.

Once I arrived at home, I drank until I was shitfaced and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a bad headache, and realized I was hungover.

I brewed a cup of coffee and drank a cup before falling back asleep, not waking until late that afternoon.

I didn't even hesitate in going to the Dot.

I knew I was pathetic, but I wouldn't be able to function until I saw her again.

She was sitting inside with Clare and Alli.

I would have approached, but I didn't want to bother with the other two.

Instead, I pulled out my phone and found "Dollface".

Meet me in the bathroom.

Fitz

I saw her pull out her phone as I walked passed their table undetected.

I walked into the restroom. It was not labeled for men or women, and it was just one room with a toilet and a sink, no stalls.

I leaned against the sink and my eyes were fixed on the door handle.

It fidgeted before turning completely.

I was joined by a wild-eyed beauty, to whom I just smirked.

She shut the door behind her and locked it.

"Took you long enough," she murmured as I walked toward her.

I looked down at her darkly, finally approaching her.

"What do you mean?" I asked, guiding her back to the wall and forcefully pinning her against it.

"I've been waiting for you to call," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine.

The bitch had been avoiding me on purpose, wanting me to chase her.

And it fucking worked.

I growled deep in my throat and picked her up, holding her between my body and the wall.

As I grinded into her hard, she gasped.

She buried her face in my neck, her lips skillfully working their way up to my ear.

"Oh, Fitz," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear.

"Yeah?" I breathed, rubbing against her harder.

"I want you," she purred, a small moan sounding in her throat.

I smirked, her submission and desire for me giving me complete control.

Ignoring her request, I continued to grind against her, my jeans bulging.

When I moved one of my hands to the waist of her tight, black jeans and slowly slipped it inside, she whined.

"Fuck me, Fitz," she commanded.

I smirked at her darkly, my eyes meeting her hungry ones.

"You asked for it," I said, my voice deep.

I set her back on her feet and pushed her against the sink. She held onto it to catch herself as I reached around her and undid her pants, sliding them along with her underwear down to her mid-thigh.

I undid my own and let them fall before grabbing her hips roughly and pushing myself into her ass with no warning.

She yelped, and her knuckles went white around the porcelain of the sink as I moved in and out of her.

Every so often a whimper would escape her, and looking at her in the mirror I saw a tear fall down her cheek.

I would never admit it, but knowing I was hurting her made me feel bad.

Fuck, I hated what she did to me.

No one should have this much control over Mark Fitzgerald. No one.

So rather than giving in and making it easier on her, I let the anger consume me and I only fucked her harder.

She cried out, bending over even more.

One of my hands slid under her shirt and found the soft skin of her stomach.

I felt her body rise and fall as she breathed shakily, and I looked up only to see another tear fall through her tightly closed eyes.

I slowed down and guided her down just a bit more. I pushed her pants down to her ankles so she could spread her legs a little, and her hold on the sink seemed to ease a little.

I finally felt her relax around me and her breathing evened out.

Continuing to thrust slowly in and out, I slid my hand down between her legs and began to slowly massage her clit.

Hearing a soft moan sound in her throat, I pushed two fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out as I continued to massage her.

She gasped and arched her back, pushing her ass back towards me.

I hesitantly speeded up, and when there was no sign of her discomfort, I continued at the pace.

Her eyes were closed lightly and her lips were parted.

She breathed my name between moans and I knew I was almost there.

I pulled my fingers out of her and held her hips tightly as I picked up speed yet again.

I smirked as she continued to moan and finally with a groan I came inside of her.

Pulling out, she sighed and leaned against the sink for support.

"What the hell was that?" she breathed, turning her head to look at me.

I smirked as I pulled my pants up and fastened them.

"You told me to fuck you. I fucked you. You didn't say how you wanted it."

"I'll be more specific next time," she murmured, standing up straight.

I bent over and pulled her underwear and jeans up for her.

"Thanks," she said with a faint blush on her cheeks. She buttoned her pants and turned around to face me.

I instinctively reached forward and pushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

Her eyes met the ground and I cleared my throat.

"I'd better go… This is quite an unbelievable amount of time to be in the bathroom."

"What are you going to tell the Saint anyway?" I asked with a raised brow.

As she spoke, I watched her lips move and had the strong urge to kiss them.

She turned me to mush.

"I really don't know. But I'll figure it out. Is there a back door to this place you can go out of?"

I gave her a skeptical look. I didn't accommodate to anyone.

But she kept her gaze even as she waited for a response.

"I'm just a back door man to you, huh?"

She giggled softly and turned the door handle, looking at me before turning it.

Our eyes locked for a few silent moments before she disappeared into the restaurant.

I slipped out the back door, careful not to be seen.

She had me completely fucked up inside. I was feeling things I'd never felt and doing things I'd never done before.

I'd sure as hell never been secretive for a girl.

But the mystery and sneaking around made it hot.

And this girl, whoever she was, she had me hooked.