intoxicated- rafe cameron

nine (s)

**this chapter contains mature content**

"What did you wanna talk about?" Rafe smirks as he walks towards me.

"What do you think, smartass?" I yell back at him. "Look-"

He cuts me off by pushing his body weight against me, making me fall back on the foot of his bed. Now, I'm sitting down, just looking up at his face as his body towers over me.

"Rafe, just listen-"

He looks right at me as I try to talk with him. He doesn't break our eye contact as he slowly kneels down in between my legs. He places both of his hands on each of my thighs, slowly opening my legs.

"Rafe- We came up here to talk... So can we just talk for a minute?" I ask, looking down at him with a surprised look on my face. "Please."

He stops moving my legs but doesn't move his hands from off of me. 

I'll take that as a yes.

"Was the money you give Barry for those generators?" I deadpan, referring back to the argument he and Ward had just moments ago.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he keeps his head down.

I sigh.  "I know that you want Barry's shit, but it's not worth the shit your dad gives you. Drugs aren't the answer for everything, and I know-"

He scoffs and looks up at me. "You have no room to talk," he says through his teeth.

"I know, Rafe, trust me I do-"

"No, you don't! You fucking don't!" he yells.

"Rafe-"

"No, you listen to me!" 

I lean down and roughly grip his chin, forcing his head up so he can look at me. "Stop interrupting me, dammit! Let me fucking speak!"

He calms at my touch.

"I know I haven't lived here long, and I don't know how our friends or your family haven't noticed yet, but your relationship with Ward... it's scary. I can see the way you act around him; and, after we had dinner the other night, I know why." He looks down at the ground before I go on. "Ward-"

"Don't talk about my dad right now," he says, low and quiet. He leans up to my face and pushes my hair behind my ear. Rafe breathes, his hot breath blows on my face. "Can we put your mouth to better use?" he mumbles against my lips. He moves his hand to my neck, gently squeezing.

I try to pull back, but his hand is making it impossible.

I take a deep breath as he looks into my eyes and sits up on his knees. His other hand slithers its way down between my legs. Rafe looks down at his hand and takes a deep breath before placing it on me, and very gently, starts palming me over my panties.

"Rafe, please just listen to me-" I breathe, head beginning to tilt back. My mind was telling me no, but my body just wasn't able to listen.

"No."

He uses his hand on my neck to push me down until I'm flat on my back. My breath hitches as he settles on top of me by placing one knee in between me, the other to the side of my leg. He holds his weight up with one hand next to my head, the other still between my legs; only now, it's not moving. He's just resting it there.

I can't even look at him in the eyes right now. He must notice my reaction because I hear him release a low chuckle. Then, he lowers his head to my neck. The only warning that I get before he latches onto me is his warm breath on me, once again, sending shivers down my spine.