ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"twenty four"

his lips indenting upon my skin, the nape of my neck in his possession as he held me with such delicacy, like how one would hold a piece of antique porcelain.

my neck craned upwards, revealing all dignity i had left to expose, his warmth engulfing it, overpowering it like a supermassive force that makes anything below it submit.

he whispered words in my ear, words that wouldn't make sense in the moment because all i could feel was the sheer pleasure of his devotion to conquering my body.

like a bloodhound, i could feel how desperate he was - how eagerly he wanted me. however, he was restraining himself, bounding himself with limits as his hands revelled anywhere but.

i ran my fingertips down his torso, causing him to emit a groan into the kiss, for we were simply inseparable in this moment, yet we both burdened ourselves with the challenge of holding back from going any further.

he ran a hand through my hair as i panted, breathless from how he worked upon my body, flowing like a poet at work with only a singular piece of parchment to write upon. he wrote his words upon me, whispering them into my system as i let my eyes close to the melody of his voice.

"fuck," he whispered, his fingertips embracing the side of my face, "i can't resist you."

staggered breaths fell from my quivering lip, as i pressed my form into his, imminent on now testing the set boundaries we had to the limit, and i mumbled his name.

"lorenz-,"

"val! oh my god."

are you shitting me?

my eyes opened faster than i could've ever predicted, and once the blur had gone away glazing my vision from the sudden shine of the unmerciful beams of the english morning sun, i was greeted with onyx's face.

onyx is pretty, so i don't mind waking up to see her face.

except when she's shouting at me.

which is most of the time, by the way.

"what the actual hell." i mumbled, turning my head away from where the sun laid relentlessly upon my side of the bedroom, shielding myself under my covers.

"apparently enzo full-on snapped last night, he was shouting at theo and everything. mattheo had to practically drag him out of the room!," she gasped, as if i didn't remember that entire situation that i'd rather not recall, but it's was too late, for she'd already completed the task of reminding me about it.

but obviously she wouldn't know that, she was drunk off her fucking rockers when it happened.

what's changed?

"no way." i lowly said, my voice muffled beneath the duvet, realising that sounded more sarcastic than i intended it to.

"come on, i get it! you're tired, we've all had a rough night, but you have to at-least act slightly surprised." she shook my fatigue-ridden body veiled by my duvet, sighing as she sat down next to me.

i sighed too, rubbing my eyes, "i know. but something told me that it was bound to happen. enzo barely ever gets angry, and when he does, he keeps it bottled up - we all know we can't keep something suppressed inside of us forever."

"woah, okay." she put her hands up, almost in an action of surrendering, "i feel like i'm reading a personal, rather sadist book." she got up from the edge of my bed, over to the bathroom.

"i'd be quite a good writer, don't you think?" i changed the subject, emerging from my salvation under my covers and removing the hair tie from my atrocious state of hair with a struggle.

she hesitated, leaning against the bathroom doorframe with her arms crossed.

"yeah, but i wouldn't read your shit - i bet it would put me in a state of depression." she teased, sending me a grin as she backed away into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"i'm having a shower!," she called out, before her words were drowned out by the sound of the water being switched on, leaving me alone in the main section of the dormitory.

okay, now i'm alone..

"what the hell was that dream?," i asked myself, half-whispering, as my face transitioned into one of utter disgust.

did my brain really just decide that it was suitable to provide me with a sex dream involving lorenzo berkshire?

and we didn't even end up having sex!

this has to be a joke.

i pulled my legs from underneath the covers, arching my back as i stretched, closing my eyes shut.

i stood up, cracking the crevices of my neck by fully-rotating it once before walking over to my vanity opposite my bed against the stone wall, beginning to tackle the dozens of knots that decided to form within my hair overnight.

i'd won the conquest against my hair, placing down my exhausted excuse of a brush as i began to retie it into two plaits.

uniform on, hair redone, makeup applied, the painfully normal but horrendously glamourised cliché of a teenage girls morning routine was completed, and i was now waiting for onyx to finish changing.

"hurry the fuck up, it's honey on toast for breakfast and if i'm late, i'll tell blaise you have a feet-licking kink." i scolded her, crossing my arms as i waited impatiently by the door of our dormitory like a dog desperate to be ventured outside for a walk.

"calm your B cups, val." she snapped back, rolling her eyes as she tied her tie in the mirror, "we have ten minutes."

"ten minutes where we could be doing something actually productive."

"you're acting as if you're a productive type of person."

"fuck off."

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