Prompt: Sober mistakes (RATING M)
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(no really, it's smut)
"This is bad...really, really bad." Breaths mingle in the tight closet, hearts beating to the same wildly insane drummer.
"I know." His fingers delve into her long brown hair, nails scraping against the back of her neck. She pulls away reluctantly, hating both herself and him for how good this feels. She hasn't felt this good since...well, she doesn't want to think about that right now.
"You just broke up with Gail." She pants, knowing they need to address the elephant in the room before going any further...and oh, does she want to go further. It's amazing how her libido can go from zero to sixty with a simple touch; something becoming quite a problem whenever they sit together in Parade, the entire station within viewing distance. (An image of him fingering her beneath the table pops into her mind, and she can feel the liquid heat pooling in her belly, exacerbated by his fingers currently kneading her right breast.)
"I know." His tongue licks a path up her neck before biting the soft flesh, like he wants to tear her open and crawl inside. Head leaning back, she winces as he marks her, warning off other men that she's his...even though she isn't. (The same urge is growing within her own breast, her mouth aching to claim him as her own...even though he's not.)
"And Sam is just outside." For once, the name doesn't incite a pang of heartbreak. No, it incites something else...it makes her feel powerful, (not to mention incredibly hot,) knowing the man who broke her heart is outside the door somewhere, not even knowing she's being felt up by another man.
Speaking of...Andy lets out a ragged gasp when Nick's fingers slide across the warm flesh of her lower abdomen, disappointing her when he moves no further.
Instead, this time he's the one to pull back, eyes glazed over with desire as he takes a moment to catch his breath. The way he looks at her makes her feel like the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and even though she knows it's just the lust coursing through her blood, the thought makes her even wetter.
"What do you want Andy?" He asks, fingers teasing the skin above her panties. She feels her clit throbbing painfully, wanting nothing more than the relief of release, and throws her previous reservations to the wind.
"You," she pants, "I want you." Her mouth widens, inhaling sharply, when he inserts a finger into her cunt.
No, she isn't his...at least not yet.