summary: Rue and Y/N having sex for the first time two months into their relationship, finally trusting each other after the arguments.
contains: -swearing -smut -switch!both
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Heated, so fucking heated, but not like those other times. We were in each other company, trusting each other, completely different from arguing, screaming at each other for both of our mistakes, blaming each other for every little thing. I don't miss those days.
Y/N's soft hands traveled across my bare back as I held her face, sloppily making out with her like I'd never done before. Her tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like i've ever experienced from her. Fingers gripped my waist like it was the only solid thing keeping her up. I was on top of her, my lower legs on either side of her waist and my elbows by her shoulders, propping me up. I craved every inch of her, the way she touched my body made me dizzy. Our chests pressed together, sending what seemed like little electric shocks around my body.
Tensions upon tensions and tastes upon tastes were split apart just like that as I sat up. Adjusting by my position, i reached for her shoulder, taking down the thin black straps followed with her bra straps. The Y/E/C eyes followed my ever move, occasionally flicking up to meet my own. We weren't like our friends, we didn't fuck any night we could, we were actually two months into the relationship with no sex, the furthest we've gone is making out in just our underwear. It may just be because of the multiple disagreements or the fact that we didn't need sex to feel close to each other. Either way I was ready, I slowly unclipped the bra, reaching behind her back and took it off even slower, revealing her naked chest bit by bit until it was fully off. Y/N looked at me, all kinds of negative emotions rushing through her eyes, if I looked any longer she'd assume I was judging her, but doing that wasn't even an option, I couldn't judge her, I never will again. Every part of me regrets what I said to her that night of our one month anniversary, and what I did.
