A/N: Sorry about the delay. I had some technical difficulties.
Anyway, here's the next one. I've never written this pairing before, so let me know what you think.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #8
Pen Name: 2Shaes
Pairing/Character(s): Angela
Rating: M
Word Count: 495
Photo prompts can be found here:
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Consequences
I just want to forget.
I want to forget all the ways Ben hurt me when he said goodbye, the barbs he spewed at me that cut me so deep, that I don't know if they'll ever heal.
So I let the stranger touch me. He told me his name, but I don't remember. Peter something or was it Paul? I don't care. He's lonely and so am I. He tells me about the girl that crushed his heart just because she could. I tell him about Ben and how he said he couldn't love someone like me. That was the reason he left. He was trading me in for a better model.
I let him buy me one more drink, we chat some more, then I follow him to his car. He drives us to his place. This is extremely dangerous and out of my character, but Ben says that I'm too dull. What better way to spice things up.
Before I can even examine the apartment, he locks the door and pulls me to the couch.
He kisses me roughly and settles on top of me. I taste the Vodka Sour on his breath. He pauses to look at me, silently asking if I'm sure about this. I simply nod and he continues.
We're both looking for the same thing, and maybe for a moment we can find it with each other.
He's half naked now, his pants unbuckled and a condom in his hand. After he sheathes himself, he reaches under my skirt and pulls my underwear off. That's the only thing he takes off. He dips inside me and we both sigh.
This is the moment we both need. The feeling of completeness, of two broken hearts numbing the pain. He stares at me for a moment and I know he sees her, just like I see Ben. His eyes are warm and he even smiles.
Then he moves, stroking my inner walls. Things move faster and I feel myself tightening. The tension becomes too much. I explode and hold onto him while I ride out the wave. He follows me, breathing heavily in the crook of my neck.
Once the dust settles, he slowly gets up. Once again, we're two broken hearts that just don't fit.
We don't say anything, just slowly get dressed. The car ride is silent on the way back to the bar where he picked me up.
I move to open the door when his hand catches me. "If you need me…" He hands me a business card with his phone number on it.
I slyly glance at his name on the card and say, Thanks, Paul." I didn't really know what else to say.
As I walk to my car, I know I'm going to call him again. We both know what this is. I know I'm not ready for a relationship, and I don't want to be alone. I'll worry about the consequences later.
A/N: As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts! :)
