~3~

Their sex never held any form of tenderness and that was exactly how she liked it. Her back arched when his hand came up to grip her hair; her toes curled when she felt his teeth scrape her neck. When they kissed, it was with a frantic sort of desperation and when he thrust-

When he thrust, it was without any sort of hesitation.

They both needed this. They both needed each other to provide this distraction. Him from his daunting future; her from her crushing loneliness.

"Are you close?" he grunted and she was – so close, so deliciously close –

"Almost, I can't-"

He bit her.

She came.

As always, the tightening of her core sent him wildly over the edge and he held her tighter as his hips jerked several more times.

Later, she'll remark that he broke the skin. He'll tell her his back suffered the same.

They stayed like that, joined together, for a bit. His head rested on her chest while her hands came up to play with his hair. Even as they both caught their breaths and started to drift off to sleep, they stayed like that because the intimacy that they lacked in their lives could be shared with each other. Imitation though it was.

As lovers.

As friends.

But not as a significant other. This was not to be questioned by either of them.