D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 41: The Hills [18+]

A/N: 8.195 words just for you. Enjoy.

You know this feeling when your feet sink into the sand while you are trying to run ahead and avoid the big wave coming towards you?

This moment of pure panic, that you can't think of anything else besides the earth moving underneath you and the certain emotion of dread.

You are well aware that it's going to crush you, yet you are still fighting it. It's human nature after all. Even when you are under it, you are still looking for a way out.

And sometimes there is. A hand to drag you out from the abyss, a light in your mind guiding you to swim upwards, save yourself.

But let's face it.

The majority of times you are on your own and no light can stop the inevitable.

So when the car stopped spinning and our ragged breaths were the only thing that could be heard, I opened my eyes and welcomed the darkness with the only way I knew.

A kiss.

Not a thank you kiss or a goodbye I love you kind of touch. But a harsh, ''it's my turn to fuck you up'' warning.

One Jackson would remember for a very long time.

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My hands grab the back of his head roughly, fingers digging into his scalp, holding him locked in place, while our lips collide together. The action catches him off guard and I feel him trying to pull back but I don't let him.

No baby. I make the rules now.

I slip my tongue into his mouth dominating our kiss and he moans returning the action.

Freeing myself from the seatbelt I had across my body, I do the same with him, without separating our lips. His hands roam all over my body, until they settle on my waist. Dragging his head back, he looks me in the eyes trying to catch his breath. ''Daphne...''

I sush him kissing him again, more forcefully and move to climb over his lap.

Realizing what I was doing, he grabs my neck with one hand putting an end to our heavy makeout and stopping my movement.

''Hey...''

''Oh now you wanna talk?'' I repeat his words from earlier disregarding the feeling of his palm on my neck and pushing myself into his lap.

I dive in kissing him again, only for him to pull back once more. ''Baby wait..''

''Don't call me that.'' I say harshly, putting my own hand around his neck. ''No baby, darling, my love...none of this. You can call me Daphne and that's it.''

Reading the seriousness of my words over my face, I feel him gulping hard underneath my palm before whispering a barely audible ''Okay.''

Giving him a subtle nod I kiss his neck, dragging my tongue from the base up to his earlobe, making him shudder. My hips grind against him, nails digging harsh against his skin, until he is nothing but a panting mess.

''Fuck baby..'' He says squeezing my waist and I catch his jaw in a tight grip.

''What did I just say?''

''M'sorry..I can't stop myself.'' He exhales breathlessly, cupping and squeezing my ass.

''Then I guess our time here is over.'' I respond sternly, moving to get off his lap, although he doesn't let me.

Tugging me closer again, he grabs my hips in order to sway my body back and forth, making me intentionally grind on him, while he whimpers as if he is in pain from our proximity.