StAlKeRs

Twenty-One

WARNING: not only smut but pure, raw emotion.
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Stu stood by the window, hands in his pockets while I stood on the opposite side. I made sure my door was locked. I had bugged my dad to fix the lock for months until he finally did it. I still kept my closet door pushed against it just in case. It had become a habit to make sure all doors and windows were locked. 

I felt hurt creep inside of me. It's been a couple months since I've seen him or heard from him. I thought maybe he was letting me go. I mean, let's face it, I can't let him go if he can't let me go. I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, staring down at the floor. "What're you doing here?" It came out as a whisper, almost shy and laced with confusion and sadness. "It's Christmas. I wanted to see you." I shook my head, blinking away the tears. 

"Why? I haven't seen or talked to you since the morning you dropped me off at school. I learned yesterday that you were in Ohio." His eyes widened when I mentioned him being in Ohio. "Yeah, Sidney saw you. You guys aren't as sneaky as you think. So? Why did you come back?" I asked. Stu took a long, deep breath before walking to sit on my bed. 

"I tried to let you go like you wanted me to. I couldn't do it, y/n. My thoughts are consumed with you. All I do twenty-four seven is think about you. I go to bed thinking about you. I wake thinking about you. What you're doing. How are you doing. If you moved on. If you're thinking about me. I've been going crazy not being close to you, baby. My temper is short and I have this urge to just start killing people. I started thinking about you with someone else and it pissed me off. Billy has had to stop me quite a few times from coming back here and going on a rampage. Hell, he's had to stop me from going on a rampage in Ohio. I can't do it. I'm staying here until you graduate and go off to Windsor." 

He was now standing in front of me, looking down at me. Our bodies were so close I could feel the heat coming off of him. "You shouldn't be here. My dad or Sidney could walk in." He leaned and whispered in my ear, "Guess you'll just just have to be quiet then." I shiver jolted down my spine as my heart beat against my ribs. I could feel the heat pool in my panties. Stu crashed his lips onto mine in a flash. He bent slightly, wrapping his hands around my thighs and picking me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to the bed. 

He dropped onto the mattress making me bounce. He kicked off his shoes and quickly discarded his clothes. Climbing over top of me, hands sliding up under the shirt I was wearing, his shirt, and slipped it over my head before slipping his hands into the sides of my panties and ripping them down and off my legs. There was a need for foreplay, I was wet enough for him to easily slip inside of me. Foreplay would wait for another day. Right now, in the very moment, the only thing either of us wanted was to feel each other. I needed to feel him inside of me and he needed to feel me wrapped around him. 

It was hard trying to keep quiet. With every harsh thrust he hit the same spot over and over. Blinding white hot pleasure surged through me. I came the second he thrust into me from needing him so badly. I came two more times from the way his cock hit that special place inside of me everytime he pushed himself all the way into me. It was like I could feel him inside of my gut. He pressed down on the bugle where his cock was inside of me. His lips crashed onto mine to cover the strangled sound that released deep inside of him. His thumb drew harsh circles on my clit. 

My back arched, teeth biting into my bottom lip until I tasted the copper liquid on my tongue. My walls fluttered around him making him groan and thrust hard into me. We were both so close. "Cum with, princess." With his words, the harsh circles he was rubbing on my clit and a few more harsh thrust we both came undone. Our cries  were swallowed by each other's mouths. A flash of white took over my vision before plummeting into complete darkness.

My body was still arched into him, spasms shook me, and my walls still fluttered around him. His body shuttered above me, his face buried onto my neck. He collapsed when he finally came down from the intense high. Never have I ever felt something so intense. So raw. He was still inside of me as he softened. Our bodies completely spent. Energy gone we both slipped into the darkness of sleep not giving a care to the world that we could be found like this.

 The only thing that mattered was we were here together in each other's arms. The past was just that; the past. This was the start of something new. Something dangerous. It was fueled by lust, desire, and adrenaline. The thought of being caught was a high I never knew I needed. Knew I wanted. Stu Macher would be the death of me and I, Y/N Prescott, would be the death of him. There was nothing that could keep us apart. No matter where we were, no one would be able to break us apart. As cheesy as it might sound, it was like our souls were joined as one. One couldn't survive without the other. 

My alarm went off, blaring in my ear making me groan. The weight of the body that I was curled intp was gone. The space he had occupied last night was cold. The longing for him, the need for him, was pure and greedy. My hand shot out slamming onto the alarm clock. My eyes peaked open to the bright sunny day and cool crisp air seeped in through the open window. I sat up looking around the room for the person I knew would not be there. I looked at the empty space beside me. The wrinkles in the sheets are the only indication that last night wasn't a dream. On the pillow was a folded piece of paper and a small black box. 

I grabbed the folded paper, opening it to see the familiar handwriting. 

I'm sorry I couldn't stay and be here when you wake up. I didn't want to take the risk of being caught by your dad or Sidney and end up being ripped away from you forever. I didn't get to give your present last night. Merry Christmas, baby. I love you. xx

I laid the note in my lap, reaching over and gently picking the box open. I took a deep breath. My fingers pulled on the red ribbon, letting it drop onto the bed. I pulled the top of the box off to find a gold heart shaped locket inside. My heart raced, hands shaky as I took it out and held it in my hand. I opened it to find a picture of us. The picture he always kept in his wallet. 

I remember it like it was yesterday. All six of us were together at the park. Randy had been on one of his horror movie rants and Tatum had said something that made us all laugh. Stu had brought his camera along. I didn't know it at the time but Sidney had picked the camera up and snapped a picture of us. It was the summer before the party, before all the killings. I was laughing, my eyes wrinkled. Stu had his arm around my shoulders, looking down at me like I had just hung the stars. On the other half of the necklace was an inscription. 

I love you
Always
S.M.

Tears clouded my vision. I wished we could just go back. Go back to the days when we didn't have any worries. We were free and wild. The day's we didn't need to sneak around and hide. We could just be us.