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Now I'm twisted up when I'm twisted with you.
Dance Inside, All American Rejects
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Somehow, she ended up at her place.
Her mind was still reeling and she was mixed between being pissed off at herself, and at him. Because this was just as much her fault as it was his.
She let it get this far. She could have stopped it. (No, she couldn't.)
His leg pain was starting to come back. And by the looks of it, fairly badly. Her stomach gave a twang of pain when she thought of him. She walked into her kitchen and reached into her cupboard, grabbing a glass and a carton of aspirin. Her head was throbbing uncontrollably. Downing the pill and washing it down with a swig of water, she placed the glass on the kitchen counter and turned around to walk back into the living room.
The knock at her front door echoed through her apartment and she froze, her face wavering slightly as she stared at her door. She knew who it was. She hadn't even opened her door, yet she knew who it was.
She didn't know what made her walk over to the door and slide the lock. She was waging an internal battle within herself, and her mind yelled at her to stop. To stop forcing this pain on herself. On him. On this. But she slid the lock and turned the door handle anyway.
This was addictive.
He stood at her doorstep and the first thing she noticed was that his cane was firmly clasped in his hand. He was leaning on it, his knuckles white as he looked up at her. A lump gathered in her throat and she pushed it down, before crossing her arms across her chest and staring at him. She was not going to back down.
'Hi,' he said softly, staring up at her with a look that made her want to just step forward and pull him to her. Because she could see it. See the pain of his leg and his thoughts and his disappointment. And that killed her to see him like that.
'Hi,' she replied, unclenching. It was simple. Yet she knew that deep down he would appreciate it.
He continued to look at her, and she felt exposed under his stare. Because this one was different. This gaze was different. And she noticed it more everytime his blue eyes pierced hers. She stood up straighter, and rested her hand on the wood of the door.
He wouldn't look away. She knew what he was doing and she didn't find herself caring.
She took a step back, opening her door wider and allowing him to enter her apartment. He took a step through the threshold and waited for her to close the door. She snapped the door shut, her mind spinning as she slid the lock, and turned around.
His lips were on hers before she could even think.
She gasped slightly at the abruptness of the kiss and tensed as he pushed her up against the wall of her apartment, his mouth moving roughly over hers. He bit her bottom lip and gently sucked on it and she moaned slightly, easing herself into him as she grasped the front of his shirt and began to kiss him back. His tongue brushed lightly against her lip before he pushed it into her mouth, allowing it to snake around hers.
She pressed her body into him as he kissed her. This was wrong. This wasn't happening. Everything about this didn't make sense, wasn't logical in the eyes of Allison Cameron, yet the sensations he was causing her body to have pressed up against her was something she didn't want to go away.
She never wanted it to go away.
He broke away quickly and rested his forehead on hers. 'I –' he looked away, his breath still warm against her cheek. 'I need you,' he said roughly, moving his hand down to her hip and gently rubbing it.
She closed her eyes, licking her lip to ease out the bruise that she knew was going to appear. This was really happening. Again.
'I'm not going anywhere,' she replied softly, her breath hitching slightly as he squeezed her waist tighter. It was his way of letting her know that it was ok. That this was ok. That he was sorry for what had happened before.
She bit her lip as he continued to stare at her, his thumb tracing the side of her hip. Gently, she reached for his hand, splaying her fingers over his and pressing them deeper into her hip. She moved it up, allowing him to brush against the curve of her breast. She hooked her fingers in his and pressed against him, her face inches from his.
'You need to forget. I want to help you,' She said softly, her breath whispering against his mouth.
She pressed her lips against his, breathing deeply as he kissed her. This was different. It was need, want, and passion. He kissed her with everything he had, because he wanted to make this stop. And kissing her, feeling her pressed up against him, her body heat radiating off his, was what was making him forget.
She broke off and stared at him. Her fingers squeezed his and she broke away, leading him into her bedroom. They reached her door and she turned around, opening the handle from behind and pushing open the door. She pulled him to her and pressed her lips firmly on his, her hands grasping the material of his T-Shirt and holding onto him as she backed them up into her bedroom.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, their bodies meshing together as he backed her up to her bed. His free hand went into her hair and she stopped them at the corner of her bed, turning him around. They slowly edged back on the comforter, and she straddled his lap, making sure she didn't jar his leg.
His hands curled around her hip and his fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt, lifting it up slightly so that he could rub his hands over her back as she moved her lips to his neck, pressing open-mouth kisses along his collarbone. Her hands went to his shirt and she pulled it up over his head, tossing it over his head and on the floor beside the bed. He lifted her shirt up higher, before pulling it completely off her head and allowing it to topple on the mattress next to them.
Their mouths connected again and she ran her tongue along his bottom lip, gently easing out whatever marks that would appear later. He moaned in approval and lifted his head up slightly, pushing his tongue into her mouth and colliding it with hers.
Her skirt was hitching up higher above her thigh, and he moved his fingers over to the zipper, sliding it down before pushing it down her legs. Her eyes fluttered shut when his finger brushed against her panties, feeling her through the thin material. He dipped his fingers into her underwear and ran his knuckles along her, causing her to moan and arch against him. Her head rolled against his shoulder and he breathed in the smell of her hair. It was stupid and ridiculous and it damn well wasn't something he would do, but for the first time in his life, he doesn't give a fuck.
He slipped a finger inside of her and smirked when she hissed. She brushed her lips against his shoulder and her warm breath tickled his cheek. He teased her and she jerked, her hips arching into his touch as she bit her lip.
She brushed her hand against his hardened flesh through his jeans and he moaned at the contact. She wanted to make him forget. Her fingers worked the buckle of his jeans and she hooked her fingers in them, tugging them down his legs. He pushed the rest of them down before leaning up into her and kissing her cheek as she dipped her hand into his boxer shorts and rubbed him, pulling his shorts down to accommodate her ministrations. He groaned and arched into her touch, his eyes closing as she gently began to rub it.
'Fuck,' he hissed, jerking slightly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her underwear down her legs and leaned up into her.
She settled onto him and eased herself down, a groan escaping her lips as he entered her. They gained a rhythm and a moan escaped her lips as she came, clenching as he came soon after. Her breathing was ragged as she lay down next to him, wiping her bangs out of her face. He laid back and attempted to regulate his breathing, cocking his head to look at her.
She was flushed; her face sweaty and she bit her lip as she breathed. A small smile formed on her mouth and she stared at him, before moving her hand over to his and gently placing her fingers over his hand.
He knew that tomorrow they'd have to have a discussion. But for the moment he was as content as he ever thought he could be.