Font of You

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Kol wakes up deliriously happy with his face pressed in Bell's neck.

She's running her fingers in his hair, legs tangled in his, and his own nails stroke down her bare back.

"I have to go to class," Bell whispers.

Kol grunts in annoyance and tightens his arms around her, inhales raspberries. "Fuck class."

She's smiling. "Can I have a shirt? I really don't want to walk back to my dorm in my dress last night."

Have all the shirts she fucking wants. Kol gestures vaguely to his closet with one hand before he hugs her again and squeezes tight, head in her neck.

"I really have to go."

"Fucking shut up."

"God, you're so clingy," she says, laughing, pushing him with one hand to sit up but flops back on the mattress when Kol pushes her down, locking his legs around her so she can't leave. "Kol!"

Fuck. Fuck.

Kol moves her hair out of the way and bites her neck, adding to the marks on her beautiful fucking skin. "Kol?"

"I like your name," she says.

"Thanks, I got it for my fucking birthday."

The laugh she makes is loud. Kol bites her neck again because he can't handle the butterflies in his fucking stomach.

Bell—Arden slides out from under him and Kol sits up against his headboard to watch the show. He watches her struggle to stand, cheeks flaming at the soreness between her legs, and Kol fucking grins at that. He watches her open his closet wearing nothing, looking through his clothes and shirts, watches her slip on his worn-out, heather gray with royal blue writing of their university over her head. It reaches her thighs.

Thighs he finally fucked. Kol grins.

He watches her put on a pair of his sweatpants too, tightening it around the waist.

"Fucking you is another check on the list," he drawls happily, putting his arm over his eyes. All his humiliation at the fucking wedding is forgotten.

Ah. Kol remembers he has a game tonight. Lazily, he scoots to the edge of the bed, rummages through his sports bag for his extra jersey, and tosses it at her. Arden catches it after it hits her face.

"Game tomorrow, doll." If she wears that and gives him a good luck kiss before the game, all that's left on the list is the last one.

Arden turns around, holding it in her hands, and starts gathering her things.

Kol waits for her to come back to the bed and kiss his cheek or his lips or fucking anything, say goodbye with a fucking smile and a 'see you later' because he wants to see her all the time, goddamn it, but she doesn't. Just heads straight to the door.

"Ar—"

She shuts it closed.

Kol is annoyed, but he shrugs and buries his face back in her pillow, relishing in the warmth. Maybe she's tired.

It makes him smirk. He definitely tired her out.

*

Arden isn't looking at him.

Kol pops his gum in irritation, kicks her chair slightly. When she doesn't react, he texts her. fucking look at me doll i don't like being ignored.

She hasn't texted or messaged or came to see him since this morning. Didn't even spare him a look.

What the fuck.