the inevitable

chapter 12- realizations

Chapter 12

"Oh darling, don't start something you can't finish."

Elliot looked deep in her eyes as those words left his mouth.

Starling gazed into his mischievous gaze, every nerve on her body was begging her to continue, her skin aching to be marked by him, hell, even her heart was telling her to keep going.

But she stopped.

He damn head was the only thing that stopped her.

Elliots brief pause in their moment of heat was just enough to allow logical thoughts to flow back through Starling's brain. Fighting every instinct in her body she slowly pulled herself away.

"We can't."

Starling moved her hands from his shoulders to cup his cheeks and press their foreheads together.

"As much as I want to, we shouldn't. Sorry."

That was the last thing Starling said to him before Starling moved off of his lap and walked out the door.

What the fuck just happened? Was the only thing Elliot could think. They almost.. and then she.. left. She left him.

He didn't know what to feel? Saved? Embarrassed? Betrayed? Horny?

Yes definitely horny, his was still hard as ever and it was extremely uncomfortable. He had to deal with that.

Elliot got up and walked to the shower, still processing what just happened.

Starling walked out of Elliot's room and into hers, flopping on the bed face up, still breathing hard.

Oh my god. What did we do?

The doubtful thoughts swarmed her mind until she remembered something a bit more pressing.

Holy hell she was hot. Her body was on fire and she was incredibly turned on. She decided to go to the shower to cool off in more ways than one.

The pair were both moaning and groaning as they tended to their... needs.

Lewd sounds filled the two bathrooms, the pair both getting their satisfaction, in separate rooms.

Oh how painfully ironic.

The two both sat awake in their separate beds. The events of that night replayed in their heads.

The way his lips felt against her.

The way her body curved into his.

How he reacted to her grip on his hair.

How she gasped when he kissed the sensitive spot above her collar bone.

Everything replayed; every touch, every kiss, every sound. Playing in their heads over and over. Their own thoughts collide with their instincts as they are reflected.

Head against heart. And head won...

For now.

The two drifted off to sleep and woke up the next morning. They had planned to go and scope out the site of the charity event that day. Well this was going to be awkward.

Starling got ready, taking a quick shower and washing her face, brushing her teeth, etc. She decided to wear black ripped jeans, a simple crop top and a cropped leather jacket. She applied simple makeup and was ready.

Elliot did the same in his room, deciding to wear black jeans and a dark blue v neck t-shirt. He threw on some sneakers and was ready.

The two exited their rooms to enter the main common space that laid between their rooms. They made eye contact for the first time since... the incident.