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You were running on empty.
You had managed to rescue her, and Jake and Melissa, but barely at the last minute, only to watch your demon infested father declare his love for you and then take a fifty foot dive into the harbour. Her mother was more than accommodating, letting you stay with them as everything gets sorted, but you refuse to let the girl touch you. Anything even remotely close to any kind of contact and you'll break down.
"Make me forget," you whisper. She looks at you with questioning eyes, "Please."
You know that she couldn't say no, if you begged enough, but she seems to be at a loss of what to do. She shrugs off her own jacket, and then yours, pulling your body flush against her own. You head tilts automatically for her until you turn around and take her face in your hands.
Your hands loosely grip her shoulders as she lifts you against the door without breaking your kiss. Her lips travel down your neck slowly and purposefully, forcing you to focus your attention on what she was doing and how you were feeling. You're sure that she's using some kind of magic to hold you up against the door.
Her hands gripped your thighs over the material of your dress, and your heels are flicked from your feet. You feel the muscles in her back tense as she carries you to the bed, without magic.
"Make me forget."
She takes her time, learning every inch of you that she may have missed the first few times considering your haste. It's all different. She's willingly gentle and tender and patient and careful. She's loving, and you want more.
Your dress comes off. She doesn't break eye contact. She hisses when you dig your nails in, because she bit down a little too hard on a sensitive part of flesh. Eventually, you're resting against the cool sheets, as bare as the day you were born.
She makes you forget when she slips two fingers in painstakingly slowly and prolongs your torture. You cup her and mimic her actions, thinking that if she understood your sexually charged frustration, she may hurry up as well.
She slows down and you have to let out the curse that's been building in the back of your throat, followed by the moan at the feeling of her around your fingers.
You flip each other for dominance.
Buck your hips.
Your breathing becomes erratic.
You melt around her fingers. She explodes around yours.
Finally, you dissolve into tears underneath her, and cry yourself to sleep.
She made you forget, just not for long enough.
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