A/n: OK OKAY I KNOWWWW I need to update The Good Life, and im working on it, but with finale week ive been like ASDFGHJKL;! So here's another oneshot I wrote a while ago…
This was kind of a response to me and Nicole's conversation a LONGGG time ago about Ian Doyle being a gentleman when it came to Lauren or not… :) Enjoy!
Emily ran through the stone tiled floors of the massive Italian villa, as she ran, she couldn't help appreciate the wonderful taste Ian Doyle had for art. Her side was starting to ache. She knew he wouldn't give up chasing her. Surprisingly he was in much better shape than her, and she had just eaten dinner.
Thats when it had all gone to hell.
They had been sitting down enjoying a perfectly good meal. Excellent pasta, some amazing Pinot Noir, and Ian had just surprised her with a chocolate diamond gold bracelet.
She'd thanked him at least ten times, knowing how much that bracelet had probably cost. They'd chatted pleasantly for a while, when not knowingly, she'd brought up a very sensitive subject: Declan.
She had just been trying to point out that he could turn out as a better adult if he was socialized more with other kids his age. Why not enroll him in school, since their plans both were to stay in Italy for a while anyways?
He'd refused. She'd pushed. The arguing began. He'd hatefully stated she wasn't his mother. She'd hatefully pointed out that he was barely a father. He'd lunged across the table and she'd bolted. Food went everywhere, wine spilled, glass shattered. She took off running, she knew he had a temper worth fearing, and she really didn't want to find out first hand.
She was running slower and slower, looking over her shoulder. BAM!
She was on the floor. Her head ached, she was seeing stars. Ian had cut her off and she'd run smack into his arm. He'd clothes-lined her. Bastard.
He looked FURIOUS. His breathing was heavy and his blue eyes looked murderous. She tried to stand up and take it like a woman. But before she could, she felt his foot collide with her face. Not hard, but hard enough to hurt.
Her lip was bleeding, and somehow her shirt had gotten snagged on something, and her bra was making an appearance, her hair was disheveled. She glared up at him. He glared back as if daring her to get up again.
"I didn't take you as the wife-beater type." She spat at him with a cruel smile.
"I'm not… But then again, you aren't my wife, Lauren." He said with hatred and slight edge of hurt in his voice.
She paused. So that's why he was upset. Because she'd refused to marry him, to be Declan's mother… She pulled herself into a standing position slowly. He didn't kick her this time. He just glared. His eyes darted to her torn shirt, where her right breast was exposed. She knew where he was going with that thought… Taking advantage to gain the upper hand and end what could possibly turn out to be a very bloody fight, she threw herself at him.
Their tongues entangled, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her legs up. He threw them both against the wall pinning her beneath him. His kisses left her mouth, trailing down her neck, biting gently.
She undid her pants and before she knew it, they were fucking each other with an intense hate that could only be rivaled by… well she couldn't think of who. His thrusts hit hard, but in the perfect spot and within minutes she was whispering in his ear, "I'm going to cum, Ian" moaning in pleasure. With 2 more thrusts he sent them both spiraling into an intense climax.
Emily sighed in relief. There would be no more fighting tonight. She unwrapped her legs from him and he set her down. She could feel her cheekbone throbbing painfully, and she gently touched it with her hand. Ian took her hand in his, he caressed her cheek softly. He would never say it, but his icy eyes said more than "I'm Sorry."