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Rae and Finn spent most of the night in his flat, drinking the remains of a vodka bottle he found at the back of his fridge and finishing the last joint from his weed box, before she returned home which was around six AM; or stupid o'clock as she called it. She entered her and Al's apartment and shed her Converse at the door, sighing in content as she let her feet breathe. Nothing better.

But soon her relaxed state quickly transcended to worry as she entered the living room, to find it empty. Only his ash tray and half smoked spliff sat on the coffee table, a small surge of panic ran throughout her body. "Al!?" She called out, but there was no answer.

Now, usually when Al didn't return home after a night out then she didn't worry as she'd presume he'd be in a friend's. But, due to last night's events; there was more chance of him being in a hospital bed than a friend's. Or worse… A cold slab in the morgue.

She quickly scampered to the kitchen that was in joint with the dining room and let out a sigh of relief, as she found Al. He was sat at the dinner table, an ice pack to his reddening eye, his shoes and socks underneath his seat, his leather jacket slung carelessly on the back of the chair and his ripped and blood stained white T-shirt on the table. She didn't run over to him, she didn't even move or speak. She stood still, drinking in him. He was alive, she needed a moment to make sure that she wasn't imagining it.

He half smiled and softly spoke "Hi". She scoffed, a small little smile playing on her lips. "When did y' get home?" He shrugged but winced and groaned "'bout half an hour ago, where've y' been?" "Finn's". He laughed a little "What a surprise". She rolled her eyes and shook her head, she then made her way over to him. "Hands". He sighed before slowly and painfully putting out his hands to her, she checked his knuckles over. His knuckles were already swollen and one of them was even busted open. It knocked her sick. She took in his face, dried up patches of blood, one bust lip, split eyebrow and one already forming black eye. She then glanced at his shirtless torso and chest, no cuts and only red patches here and there from punches - some already bruising.

She then let go of his hands and made her way to the kitchen, she went to the cupboard next to the one on the left of the one underneath the sink which sat right in the heart of the kitchen. She rummaged through before she found the first aid kit, slammed the door shut to show her annoyance and made her way over to Al.

"Y' a real fuckin' idiot, Al", "I know", He smiled, "But I'm your idiot". She rolled her eyes, "A cheesy and sappy idiot, for that matter". He laughed which soon became a groan of pain. She laid open the kit onto the dining table, got everything she needed and then sat beside him. She got out a cotton wool bud and poured a dab of sanitizer onto it before she began cleaning his lip. They said nothing, there was nothing they could say. As soon as she cleaned his lip, she began putting everything back in the box. Still beside him, she then stared into his eyes. There was a long pause, his eyes flickered slowly down to her lips before back into her eyes.

He licked his lips, she bit her lip out of nerves which caused him to tense slightly. Her lip bite was something he could never resist. His hand tenderly cupped her jaw, his thumb gently stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes as soon as his hand touched her face, and let out a sigh of content. She mumbled his name and next she knew he stood up, threw everything off the table, chucking his ice pack, threw her onto the table - forgetting the burning pain that danced over his skin. He climbed on top of her, then wrapped her legs around his waist; he undid he jeans and ripped them off with his boxers, along with her own jeans and underwear before thrusting deeply into her. She let out a gasp of surprise which quickly transcended into moans and whimpers, her hands linking to the back of his neck. He buried his head into her neck, whispering her name. He hissed as her nails dug deeply into his back, her back arched as he drove further into her. He kissed her roughly before burying his face deeper into the crook of her neck as he picked up his pace.

She let out a rather loud moan, his name escaping her lips which only turned him on and urged him to continue. But to enjoy it more, he decided to slow it down along with his pace and to tease her. He slowly but deeply thrusted into her causing the two of them to whimper, obviously she was still adjusting to his length and size which made him smirk. His smirk quickly transcended into a look of concentration as he could feel himself coming to his finish, something he didn't want to happen so soon; but considering he hadn't had sex with her in so long, he obviously had lost his touch of being able to hold it.

He felt her legs wrap tighter around his torso, her heels dig into his back, her toes curl and her breathing become shallow. He lifted his head and bored his eyes into her big, beautiful hazel colored eyes. He pressed his forehead against her's in which she brushed a stray piece of hair away from his forehead that glistened with traces of sweat as his hips continued to ground into her's. She bit her lip and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her hips bucked into him, he needed her more. He needed her more than ever. He cupped the back of her knee and lifted her leg slightly, taking her from a newer and deeper angle; bringing them closer than ever.

He gently pressed his lips to hers, varying the pressure every now and again from gentle to rough. He could feel her closing in around him "Let go Rae, let go. C'mon". "T-together". She whimpered, he nodded and grunted "Tell me when".

She nodded before he quickened his pace, he kissed along her jawline. He planted soft and delicate kisses, causing her to throw her head back and she ran her hands threw his wave of sex hair. He slowly moved one hand to her clit and slowly dipped one finger in, causing her to let out a moan that transcended to a scream as he then slipped two fingers in, moving in a motion she'd never felt him use before. This mixed with his thrusts sent her into such a high, she thought she was going to pass out - she hadn't realised, but they went on for a good half an hour before she could feel it; and so could he, building to something beautiful, "Al-Al, now". He then quickened his pace one last time before they both let go, their moans echoing in unison within the room before his thrusts became irregular and then he came to a complete stop. The room grew silent, the only sound were their pants. He then rolled off her, letting out a content sigh.

Rae felt his strong arm wrap tightly and gently around her waist and tug her gently into his frame - she cringed slightly at his touch around her tummy area; still not used to it and unable to stop the feeling of disgust with herself. There was a long silence, Rae grew wrapped into her thoughts, it had been so long since they last had sex; she missed it. She missed it being something they enjoyed, not something they felt they both had to do - like a chore. They didn't go completely deprived, a few hand jobs here and there along with him going down on her sometimes, but whenever it came down to the actual sex; the two clammed up and claimed that they were too tired. Rae felt as if she was dirty and no good, treating Al like shit as he wasn't Finn; meaning Al's touches made Rae cringe and not melt. Al's reason being Rae being so off with him, a turn off. Al looked at her, noticing her eyes clouding over in thought in which he then jokingly quipped "Don't think I'll ever eat on here again". She took a moment to register to what he said, before she broke into a fit of hysterics in which he joined; his smile growing larger as he watched her dark thoughts grow smaller in her eyes and plus, her smile and laugh never failed to make his heart flutter and smile.

Al knew of Rae's past, he knew from one drunken night together where she sobbed and told him the sole reason why she cringed whenever he touched certain parts to her or why she always wanted sex in the dark - this being after he drunkenly shouted at her that she didn't love him and was disgusted by him. He loved her so much, so much that his heart tightened whenever he saw her; as if it were just like the first time they'd kissed. See in the beginning, Al and Rae never really thought much of each other; just mutal friends through Finn. But one night, at a house party at Archie's, Al and Rae shared a drunken kiss - and never looked back. He accepted her for everything she was and she accepted him, despite it was Finn she truly and only ever properly loved; she would always have a special place in her heart for Al.

Their laughter died down and the room grew silent, Al then took hold of the hand she had laying across his chest and admired it, turning it side to side. "Your hands are so small, it's so cute". She pulled her hand away and glared "Leave me alone, my hands are normal. They're petite". He rolled his eyes and laughed "Really? I thought it was just plain old short". She smacked his chest "Fuck you". He then glanced down towards his penis, looking at the mess they had created and then back into her eyes and smirked "Looks like y' already did". "Oh ha ha", She quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He then stared at her, a soft smile creeping upon his lips, "Y' so cute when y' annoyed", "Fuck off", "And sexy". She folded her arms "Shut up". He then climbed on top of her, "An' just overall beautiful". She glowered "I 'ate ya". He then rubbed his nose gently against hers "I love ya, too". He gently kissed her before he then cheekily smirked "Round two?"

The buzz of Monday morning conversation surrounded the college, mixture of complaints about how it was a Monday or the lesson that was first on their timetable. Everybody seemed so dull and grey, the only splash of colour upon the building was the golden sun rays of sunshine that beat unmercifully upon the college and students.

But although it was sunny, it was awfully cold. Typical British weather. The building was long, large and stood tall; proudly set out on a giant field. It was modern, but in desperate need of a paint job. It wasn't exactly a holiday resort, but it got everyone by.

Rae sat on one of the couches in the first year's common room, studying. As usual. Although Rae was a very carefree and chilled out person, she took her work very seriously. Well, she did want to get into UNI after all. Another thing her and Finn shared, the same ambition and they wanted to go to UNI together too. What a surprise.

Now, the common room wasn't big; nor small. It was the perfect size. The colours were a pale blue mixed with navy and white. On the left was a long counter that had a microwave, a kettle and utilities, underneath the counter was a small white fridge and on the wall above the counter; were cupboards. Sat in the heart of the room was four wool and navy blue square couches that all sat in a square manner around a small pile of four pastel blue bean bags. All around the room was a big, long line of computers that had no long been released; the big square box white ones - the shit of '98. Four white, large and beautifully painted French windows sat around the room, two at the front, one on one side and one on the other. Just on the left of the "Kitchen" Was a small TV connect to an Playstation 1 and two white ridiculously comfy looking bean bags. The only let down about the room, was the floor. The floor was glossy, but an ugly-looking grey; but the room made up for the fact the floor was hideous. Considering it was the 90s, the room looked so futuristic; it was well cool.

Rae was so busy concentrating, that she didn't notice that Finn had jumped over the back of the couch and sat down next to her. That is, until she looked up to Finn right in her face; reading her work. She jumped "Fuck's sake, Finn. Wanna get any fuckin' closer?" He laughed and flicked his hair slightly, his untamed fringe now becoming far too long and was in desperate need of a chop "Sorry, I just wanted to see what y' were so interested in". "Oh, it's just some stupid math thing that I haven't got a fucking clue about. Wouldn't mind having a look would y'?" Finn playfully rolled his eyes and took her textbook from her. Now, if it's one thing everyone could agree on that Finn was absolutely brilliant at; it was Maths. He was a genius, something he'd took naturally too. Ever since he was in primary school, he may have been shit at words but give him any equation and he could solve it faster than a slut would drop her knickers.

As Finn became occupied with the equation, Rae scanned his outfit. As per usual. He wore a baggy, plain, white, crew-neck T-shirt that rested underneath a light blue denim jacket that was lined with fur, on his lower half he wore navy blue baggy jeans which he wore with everything and anything and it was finished with some high top white converse - Rae's favourite. How could anyone be so fucking beautiful but yet it still look so bloody effortless was beyond her. Rae then moved to his face, straight to his lips. So, plump and pink, wet… inviting…

"It's 9", His morbid tone mumbled, snapping her out of her daze. She now noticed how close his face was to hers, as he sat sprawled out on the couch; his legs taking up the other half. A typical manly position. "What?" He laughed a little "The answer, it's 9". She then clicked on "Oh, shit yeh! The question", She laughed and shook her head "Thanks. Dunno how I didn't see it before". She said as she took her book back and re-scanned the question. "It's cause I'm smarter than ya, let's be honest". "Fuck off". He then burst out laughing, loving how easy it was to wind her up.

The pair grew silent before they looked at each other, he smirked in which she nudged her shoulder against his "Shut up". He held up his hands "I didn't say anythin'". She rolled her eyes, the two then noted how close they were and the atmosphere changed between them. You know you always have that one friend of the opposite sex where there's an undeniable sexual tension? Well you guess you could say that's what her and Finn's relationship was like. The pair joked about fucking since they first hit puberty approximately 4 years ago when she was 14 and he was 15, but that's all it ever was – a joke. And the two were always fine with it just being that – he always had a girlfriend, and to truth be told Rae had honestly never really considered bringing these jokes to life. Not until recently. Sure, he was hot- incredibly hot for that matter. Everyone, including Rae, knew that. But, lately she noticed how truly attractive this kid was. Well, he wasn't a kid anymore. He was a well built man, and she was now a very beautiful woman. Neither knew when they started to feel this strong attraction towards each other, but they knew that it was there… And it wasn't to go ignored.

"Guys, I am in the middle of a mid-life crisis", Spoke a certain familiar and high pitched voice. "Izzy", Both he and Rae said before their 5' 4" friend came barging over to the couch and dramatically throwing herself down.

Izzy was Finn and Rae's best friend of 10 years, who Finn knew through family and Rae knew through school. She was practically family who Finn saw as a sister, but he couldn't deny that she was absolutely stunning and they'd fucked a few times when they were drunk. But to both of them, it meant nothing. They went through a stage of "friends with benefits" But then Izzy moved from Lincolnshire to Scarborough as her dad had gotten a job down there. But, unfortunately her dad passed a year later and then they moved back down to the town. Although Rae was his girl, he always had a soft spot for Izzy. They fought like brother and sister and flirted like first lovers. It was kind of how Rae and Finn behaved, except he and Izzy weren't in love.

This is how their daily morning routine at college would go, Finn and Rae would chill out in the common room and at around 8:57 Izzy would dramatically bounce in with a problem that she thought was worse than the world ending, then at 9:00 more students would walk in; mainly girls as they knew Finn would be in there. Every girl in college wanted him, and he had his eye on a few - despite being taken. But there'd only be one girl that had his full attention, that was Rae. His Rae in fact.

"What's up now, Titch?" Finn asked, his crows feet deep and prominent as Izzy's stories always cheered his mornings up. If he ever needed a laugh or a good cheering up, Izzy would be the first one he'd go to. "First of all, fuck off. Second of all, I haven't had sex in three weeks and I'm seriously gonna explode with hormones any minute". Finn cocked an eyebrow "Chop? Hasn't 'ad sex for three whole weeks? Bollocks". "No, swear down on me mam's life tha' I'm not. Every time I even speak of wantin' to shag 'im, he just clams up and starts cringin'. I mean, the fuck's wrong with 'im? Is it me? Am I gettin' fat? It's because I'm gettin' fat isn't it?" Finn laughed "No, don't worry. Y' in better shape than ever, somethin' must be up with 'im". "But it's not though, cause we never keep stuff from each other and I've asked 'im is somethin' wrong and all he ever says is either he's tired or just can't be arsed. It's pissin' me right off". She folded her arms, sulking.

Speaking of the devil, Chop entered the common room; a frown on his face and a look of confusion in his eyes. He walked over to Finn; not even acknowledging Izzy - who picked at her cuticles and pretended not to care. "Finn, mate, c-can I talk to ya... In private", He stuttered, glancing nervously at Izzy. Finn nodded, "Yeh, come t' toilets with me as I need a slash", Finn rose to his feet and left with Chop for the boys toilets.

Rae looked over at Izzy, her chest heaved as she took in Izzy's disheartened expression. She couldn't bare to see Izzy cry as it was honestly like looking at a child who'd just grazed her knee, Rae could fucking murder Chop. Rae then frowned, Finn was right; this wasn't like Chop. This wasn't like Chop, at all.

As Finn and Chop made their way to toilets, Chop could feel his feet growing heavier with each step - heart racing as they approached the toilets door. Finn walked in first, Chop on his heels. Finn pulled himself up onto the sides where the sinks were, resting his elbows on his knees as he eyed Chop; who paced. Five minutes went by before Finn grew impatient and snapped; sitting upright, "Y' gonna tell me or wha'?" Chop took a minute before going over to the stalls, looking under to check no one was in before he exhaled; working up the courage.

"I... I..." Chop mumbled, trying to find the words. Finn huffed, rolling his eyes as he jumped off the side, "Look, mate. I love y' and everythin' but if y' just gonna piss about then I may as well go", He went to leave when Chop pulled him back, "No! Wait, wait. Look I'll tell y' just... Promise me y' won't tell no one", Finn rolled his eyes once more, a habit that always annoyed Rae, "Promise me!" Chop urged in which Finn held up his hands, "Alright, fucking 'ell! Promise!" Chop looked at him, torn as to whether to tell him before asking; insecurity laced within his tone, "And promise y' won't laugh?" "Chop what's so ba-" Chop then snapped, stopping Finn short, "Just promise me, knob'ed", Finn then scoffed before running his tonuge against his bottom teeth and then saying as he raised his eyebrows, "Alright, alright. I promise now tell me, what's goin' on?" Chop shut his eyes as he took a deep breath before mumbling something that Finn couldn't quite hear, which caused him to frown and ask, "What?" Chop mumbled, louder but still made no sense, in which Finn snapped, "Mate, can't understand ya", In which Chop then snapped, eyes open;

"I can't get it up!"