Love & War - Morganville Vampires Fanfiction

CHAPTER 4 - Eve

Eve's POV

The pain was excruciating. I've never felt pain like it before. The physical pain... that was fine. I could deal. I'd been hurt badly in the past enough to know that physical pain got better with each day that passed. The emotional pain, however, that wasn't going to heal that quickly. Or at all, for that matter.

Knowing that all these years with Michael have been a lie. Everything we've been through together was all for nothing. And Claire. I'd bent over backwards for that bitch. For what? For her to go sleeping around with my boyfriend? Husband? I don't even know what to call him anymore. Neither of those, anyway, since he practically screamed in my face that he wanted a divorce.

At least one thing was good; seven beers down and the pain was fading. I couldn't feel the sharp pain in my chest anymore from the heartbreak. I couldn't feel the ache in my head from the lack of sleep. I felt better than I did when I was stuck in the hospital even with the pain relief drugs.

"Why the fuck are we watching this, Eve?" Shane laughs drunkenly. He was slumped next to me on the sofa shaking his head at the tv screen in front of us. I'd lost count how many beers Shane had drank after he bet me ten bucks I couldn't chug one quicker than him. Not only had I lost count of that, I'd also lost ten bucks.

"Oh c'mon, it's a classic and you know it!" I kick him playfully in his side and finished the last of my beer.

"Yeah, for a ten year old!" He spits back and mimics my actions by downing the rest of his beer before continuing. "Alright, want to know what I don't get? If these bee's only live for like a week or some shit, how is that enough time to fuck each other and have bee kids?"

I almost choke on my laughter. Trust Shane to think of something like that whilst watch a kids movie. Although, he does have a valid point.

"Bee's must just have sex all the time to keep popping them out." I offer whilst reaching for another beer and popping the cap off. I slump back into the sofa feeling the bruises all over my body starting to form. I didn't care though, not right now anyway.

Shane was silent for a few seconds, staring at the tv before replying. "Bet the bee's don't go fucking your girlfriend behind your back, though." His voice turns suddenly bitter.

I nod, not knowing what to say. There was nothing I could say. We couldn't just ignore the situation, not matter how much alcohol we drink, it was never going to go away. The ones we loved, who we thought loved us were the ones to utterly betray us. It made me sick to my stomach thinking about them both... together.

"Do you... do you really think they did it?" I ask, not wanting to look him in the eye. We both stayed staring at the screen, neither of us paying attention to the movie anymore.

"Was Michael not convincing enough for you? The way he grabbed her roughly and shoved his tongue down her throat, hard? He knew exactly how she likes it."

A sharp scoff leaves my lips at his words. "So, Claire likes it rough then?" I almost choke on my words, wanting to swallow them so badly. I didn't want to upset Shane anymore than he already was, and now I've just reminded him of Claire. Of having sex with Claire.

"Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"It's fine." Shane whispered. "Well, doesn't everyone like it rough?" He looked at me for the first time since the subject was brought up. I shrug and take another sip. Not that I didn't want to share my own sexual fantasies, I've always been one to be way too open about that kind of stuff. I just didn't know what was a sensitive subject or not right now.

"Fuck them." I remark drunkenly. "Fuck Michael. Fuck Claire. Fuck both of them. I hope they fuck each other till they hate each other."

Shane leans forward, putting his empty beer bottle down on the table in front of us and turns his body to face me. He was so close. He stared into my eyes for a long few moments, as if he was unsure what he wanted to say, or do. He searched my face, looking for an answer. I nodded ever so slightly, a silent permission.

"Fuck it." Shane whispered before crashing his lips into mine with a force that almost knocked me backwards against the arm rest of the sofa. I instant opened my mouth, giving him permission to enter. His tongue felt warm as he explored my mouth vigorously. His hands grasped my hips, gentle to avoid my bruised areas but with enough grip to make me moan slightly into his open mouth. My hands find their way to his hair, where I pull softly at the strands that fell between my fingers, earning me a moan from him.

Before I knew it, Shane was pulling me onto his lap. My legs either side of his thighs, straddling him. I gently rocked my hips back and forth, feeling him harden against me, our lips still attached like superglue. What were we doing? This is Shane! Never in my life have I thought about doing anything like this with Shane. Yeah, I've admitted openly that he's hot because, well duh. Anyone could see that. He and Michael were two of the hottest guys in this damn town. But god, this felt good. I couldn't help but think we were only doing this to get back at Claire and Michael for doing it behind our backs for years. There couldn't be any other reason, me and Shane have never been attracted to each other like this. The alcohol and heartbreak pushed that thought away though. I needed this. We both did.

Shane's hands roamed around my body, clutching my ass as he guided my hips to rock against him. He soon found the hem of my shirt, lifting it gently over my head revealing my bare chest. The shock on his face made me realise he had expected a bra first. Lust filled his eyes as he gripped one of my breasts, his fingers pinching playfully at my skull pierced nipple. His other hand finding its way back to my ass cheek.

"Fuck it, Eve?" He stops rocking me, raising an eyebrow seductively.

I lick my lips and move my hips one more time, rubbinghard on his erection, "Fuck me, Shane."