Fighter

Thirteen

Scarlett Johansson POV

What's the matter with me? I don't even remember wanting someone so much before, yet I put her out the door. Why? Because of a bad experience of getting involved with someone, or rather, getting involved with Colin? Why do I feel bad about breaking up with a man I'm not in love with? A man I've never wished for, as I wish Y/N. For almost a year I wandered around with an emptiness that I never thought would be filled. And then a woman comes along who makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt what do I do? I push it away like an idiot.

I pick up my cell phone to call Chris, like I always do when I have a problem. But when I'm looking for his contact I realize I know what he's going to say. What the hell. I think about the consequences tomorrow. I stare at my apartment door and, not bothering to put on my shoes, run toward the stairs, hoping it's not too late. When I go to open the heavy door that leads to the stairs, it suddenly opens and I find the beautiful green eyes looking at me.

- Where are you going?- She asks, her chest rising and falling like she's just run up four flights of stairs.

- To get you.- I whisper

Y/N takes a step closer to me, holding my chin, and wistfully traces my bottom lip with her thumb, before lifting my head so that my eyes meet hers.

- You said you shouldn't. You didn't say you don't want to.- She scans my eyes, waiting for something, though I don't know what she wants to hear. I came after her.

- Say it.- Y/N demands lowering her face so that we are eye to eye.- Say you want me as much as I want you. I don't care one bit if you should or shouldn't. I just need to hear you say. Say you want me

- Yes.- I breathe out and feel relieved to say those words.

- Say it then.- Y/N asks more firmly, taking another step towards me. We're practically touching, but it's not enough. I want her against me, her hard body against mine again.

- I want you.- I say and it comes out as little more than a whisper.

- Again. Louder.

Y/N wraps her arm around my waist, pulling me closer to her. The other hand supports my head. With her fingers through my hair, she tilts my head. It doesn't hurt, but I feel the strength of her hands and it catches my attention, forcing me to look up..... and maybe even make me even wetter between my legs. I look at her. She waits patiently. She wants me to say looking her in the eye.

- I want you.- I say louder, with more force, with more meaning.

A wicked smile crosses her face, and that says it all. She lifts me up and our mouths collide with a need so intense I don't even realize she's walk's us back to my apartment. It's only when the door closes and my back touches it that I realize.

One of her hands grips my wrists and pulls them over my head. It makes me feel small and vulnerable, but instead of scaring me, it turns me on. I want her to fuck me. And I don't even care that it's here at the door. My entire body screams with desire.

Leaning down, I think she's going to kiss me, but instead she buries her face in my neck. The feel of her breath in my ear raises my need to an unbearable level. My hands are firmly above my head so I can't touch her, I can't grab her to pull her mouth where I need it most, so I do the only thing I can to force more contact: I arch my back. And I push my body hard towards her until we're pressed together. But it is not enough. I still need more.

- Please.- I say almost pleadingly. I need to feel her against me again, to know that she is in fact here again.- kisses me.- I groaned as she nibbled my neck down to the thin skin of my shoulder.