Deliquesce

Chapter 15: Lonely

Rated: M

Warnings: Non-explicit sex scene

Disclaimer: I don't own shit

A/N: So here it is.

His gloved fingers quickly unbuttoned my shirt, the only article of clothing I had on, and I broke away from the kiss.

"What are you doing?" I asked, breathless.

"I'm lonely. You're lonely."

My head was spinning. Absolutely spinning. I tried to recollect my scrambled thoughts, catch my breath a bit. I pulled my hands down from out of his grip.

"I'm sorry." Wonka said.

And then I put my arms around his neck and kissed him even harder than he had kissed me, running my fingers through his silky hair and pulling myself closer to him.

We stumbled to a bed, with my eyes closed I guessed this was his bedroom, and he pushed me down. He undid the rest of my buttons and discarded my shirt somewhere, along with my bra. His eyes roamed over my body, followed by his hands as his mouth met mine once again. I felt him shrug his coat off, and it hit the ground with a muted thud. Somehow, I could have sworn my heart was more audible than that. It thrummed against my chest, fast and hard.

We made love, the first time matched the frantic beating of my heart. It was fevered and the way we touched each other, with hands that had so long craved the touch of someone else's skin, was almost desperate. He was rough, but I liked it.

The second time was slow and sensual. In a way, it was almost like starving. The moment your hands touch the food, it goes straight down your throat. You're desperate. You need it. It tasted damn good, but you don't savour it. Afterward you're just satisfied. Then someone brings out more food, and you savour it this time. You feel the texture on your tongue, taste every individual flavour. Chew slowly, inhale. And it's magical. That's exactly what it was.

I think we both needed a release. He was lonely, I was lonely.

I lay there afterwards, out of breath, too tired to even pull the covers up over my naked body. I turned my head to look at him, he still had his shirt on, half of the buttons undone. I had tried to get it off before I became distracted. He was staring up at the ceiling.

He was lonely, I was lonely. I wondered if that's all he wanted, a release. I bit my lip, suppressed a frown, and looked up at the ceiling too.

"Did you still want to go to work today?" He asked.

I looked over to him. "Did you just use me for sex?"

"What makes you think that?" He asked.

"It was just sudden. I don't really… know you well or anything."

"Forgive me, but seeing you in just a shirt and panties got me all hot and bothered."

"Do you like me?"

"Yes, I like you."

"No, I know you like me. As in I'm an okay person. But did you only decide to have sex with me because you saw me half naked? I mean, I'm not complaining. That was amazing. Thanks."

"I thought you were attractive when I first met you, and frankly I thought your little gasps and winces as I bandaged you up were kind of cute. Didn't know you'd sound the same in bed, but hey. Then I got to know you, and I figured out you were different than the others. I like your personality. I think you're a swell person."

"But…"

"But what?"

"Nothing." I said and sat up. "I'm going to work."

Wonka sighed.