A/N; I am warning you now that there is some raunchy content in here, and I'm not really used to writing stuff like that so if you want to skip past it or if you are like eleven and reading this story, then look for a line of separation in the writing and it should be done after that. K, enjoy! ;)
Maureen's POV
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"So let me get this correct: You went over to John and Linda's, had the chance to get with her, and you didn't?"
"Yes." I caught my head in my hands.
"You are, the most thick headed person I've ever had the chance to meet. I mean that in a nice way."
"Well it's not like I haven't tried to be assertive!" I crossed my arms, hot air shooting out of my nostrils. All I could do is look down at the ground, too frustrated to look her in the eye.
"Hey, at least you have a chance with her. You can't let John get in your head. Y'know what? You can't think about any of us, because you know George would definitely try and be the over supportive and nosy one." She lifted my head up, forcing me to look at her.
"Last time I tried that, I got my heart stomped on and look how we ended up."
"Look if you don't want my help, then tough luck. I'm not gonna stay up all night to hear you scream and bitch about how John is the biggest asshole in the world."
"Maybe I didn't want your help in the first place, Rory! So fuck off!" I snapped. She could make me so hot-headed without even trying. I watched her walk towards the door and slamming it. I fell back on my bed and threw my pillow, digging my nails into it with fury.
Who does she think she is? Some savior? I don't need her critiquing my love life, I need someone to rant to who will understand. I should have never came to her. Even though she tells the truth. It's not like that's what I want to hear at the moment! I bet Linda would tell me to go apologize. Fiiine, I'll go do it. Not like I mean it, though.
"I'm sorry for what I said, it was just something I felt in the moment."
"So first you tell me to fuck off and then five seconds later you're trying to apologize? Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?" She sighed.
"Ye know what? My point still stands. Fuck you, Rory."
"No, fuck you Mo."
Our lips crashed in a cataclysmic way, not wasting time in closing the door and unhooking my bra, her hands resting under my shirt. She still tastes like bad decisions cigarettes, rough and bitter. I pushed her up against the wall, biting her lip and sucking it, hearing a moan escape her breath. Her fingers tug at strands of my hair as she locks pieces together and cold air slapping my neck. She bites down harder, sending a ripple of surprise down my body. I pull us down to the bed hastily with her hands tearing off my trousers and knickers, her grasp lightly swaying up and down my thighs.
Warm nibbles lace my neck, sliding off her shirt in two seconds, taking less time to throw mine to the ground. Her lips pet a trail down my neck, then my chest, and finally my abdomen. Time slowed as she undressed for what had been left in the haste, leaving me embarrassed even after the amount of evenings and mornings before work we've done this before, forcing me to look away until she pulls me back in a sultry embrace.
"Rory, I think the neighbors might hear us-"
"Hush it, Mary."
Our lips pushed back against each other, her smoke blending with coffee and autumn rain. Hips grind languidly above me, with every stroke of our chests together and taste of her neck increasing the pulse. She pulls me forward, wrapping her legs around my torso. Back and forth, back and forth. Tingling sensated throughout my legs and in between, feeling more impatient with every stroke and moan. A warmth pooled in my body, panting for breath. I sped up my grinding, heating up with the purrs of her moaning.
