***This chapter was particularly enjoyable to write, for obvious reasons ;) ...So?***

Refugee

Chapter Eighteen

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers
That you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine"

- "Undisclosed Desires" by Muse

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I jerked myself awake from a faint tickle on my lips. My heavy eyes jolted open and I could barely make out the fuzzy outline of Molly laying next to me, wide awake and stroking my cheek. I noticed that it was still dark out.

She pulled her hand back, just as startled as I was. "Sorry." She whispered.

"What yah doin' awake-" I glanced over her shoulder, "At 3:18 in the morning?"

"I got too hot. Not used to the all the body heat."

"Sorry 'bout that. If you want me ta leave..."

"No, it's okay. I feel safe."

It felt good to hear her say that. I always wanted to be someone a woman felt protected by. Made me feel like a man, and that's somethin' I ain't felt like too much in my life.

"You know I ain't never gon' let you get hurt. You ain't got nothin' ta worry 'bout." I whispered to her.

"You confuse me." She replied. I watched her eyes water only the slightest bit, and then I watched her fight whatever feelin' had washed over her until her features were once again calm.

"You confuse me too." I replied, honestly. I ain't never been no good with words. I had always tried to say what I thought was the right thing to say at the right moment to say it, but it never really turned out the way I had intended it to. These days I decided to stick with the truth. And the truth was I really was confused. I spent the last two weeks with this girl, and I felt like I had spent a year with her instead. There was still so much to know, but I felt like I knew everything. We don't really even know each other at all. Hell, I don't even know what "we" are. We've kissed a couple times, I know we like each other...but is that it? It didn't feel like that was "it". It felt like something more.

My eyes fell from her gaze to the soft, glowy skin on her shoulder. The light of the moon made it look like smooth cream. Like velvet. Like silk. I desperately wanted to touch her, just to find out which of those she felt most like, but I quickly decided not to. This time, she was gonna have to make the first move.

To my surprise, she did. Immediately.

She pressed her lips to mine so softly, and I could feel them quiver lightly upon impact. She's just as nervous as I am. Slowly, I introduced my tongue to hers, allowing them to twist, dance, and circle each other for a moment and she moaned into my mouth. Immediately, I felt myself harden.

I eased myself up and positioned myself on top of her, never breaking the kiss. I could feel her body writhing beneath me as if she were aching for more. I kicked the sheets from my knees and sat up to focus on her. I leaned down, lifting up the edges of her jersey just above her belly button. I pressed my lips into the soft skin of her navel and I watched the goosebumps form all over. I lifted her shirt slightly higher, a little higher, and then waited for only a moment to see if she would protest. She didn't.

I lifted her jersey until the bottoms over her breasts were exposed, and I didn't hesitate to kiss on them too. I saw her nipples lightly protruding from the soft material of her shirt. It was easy to see that I had her full attention. I lifted the shirt higher, until I had one of her small, brown nipples in my mouth. I suckled gently at first but progressively became more aggressive after we helped each other remove our shirts. I could feel the light presence of sweat between our skin as our mouths met again. She moaned into me as she felt the bulge in my jeans poke her in just the right spot through her cotton boy-shorts.

"You want that?" I suckled on her neck, listening to the excited breaths escape her mouth.

"Yes." She furrowed her brow at me, her eyes begging me to ravage her until neither of us had anything left to give.

I slid a finger down her panties, feeling the softness of skin and a light puff of hair. Landing strip. I had always liked those.

I barely had to move a finger to feel the wetness creeping up to welcome me inside. I could feel the dampness of her panties against the top of my hand as I slid a finger through her slickened folds and into her depth. The warmth and wetness combined was enough to make me unzip my pants and hoist them down to my thighs. She eagerly wrapped her small hand around the thickness of my cock, stroking my full length and writhing her hips underneath me.

I eased my tip inside of her and we both let out an immediate, animalistic growl. I inched myself in deeper until I could feel her wrapped tightly around my full length. I bucked my hips, thrusting in and out and burying my face into her hair. I nuzzled my face into her neck and licked roughly at her ear lobe to the outer circle of her ear. She cried out and rain her nails down my hips, sending me into a shiver of equal satisfaction.

"Damn, girl. So fuckin' tight." I moaned into her ear.

"Don't stop." She exhaled roughly. "Please don't stop."

"You want it harder?" I didn't even give her time to answer before I started poundin' away. I lifted her legs and held them at the back of her knees, pressin' 'em into her chest, and she cried out somethin' fierce. I watched her eyes roll ever so slightly into the back of her head as she tightened her grip on my wrists. I felt a sudden burst of liquid down below. She had completely soaked our lower stomachs as well as the sheets.

I watched her chest rise and fall quickly, mixed with the perfect bouncing of her breasts as I continued to drive myself into her. "That is so fuckin' hot." I glanced at the glistening hair on her groin. Ain't never made a girl squirt before.

All of those things combined with her constant moans made it impossible for me to last any longer. She was just warm, and soft, and desperate to be fucked. I thrust roughly until I felt myself lettin' go. I barely pulled myself out in time for my seed to spill onto her lower belly. It was a lot, I noticed immediately. But hell, it'd been too damn long and this girl was too damn sexy.

I wiped her down with my shirt before tossin' it on the floor and collapsing down onto the bed beside her. The sheets were still damp but we were both way too tired to care. She nuzzled her head into my armpit and I placed a light kiss onto her dewy forehead. She scratched her nails through my small patch of chest hair, all the way down to my happy trail, sending my body into shivers.

"You were wrong." She whispered. "Plain vanilla is enough."