blood red // sal fisher x reader

idfc

Tell me pretty lies
Look me in the face
Tell me that you love me
Even if it's fake

That kiss was different from all the others you and Sal has shared before. It wasn't lust-driven, it wasn't rushed or sloppy from both of you being turned on, it wasn't messy. No, it was rather sweet, slow, passionate. There were a lot of feelings involved in this one, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself. They were there, and Sal felt them. He felt everything - his heart thumping loudly inside his chest, his erratic breathing, the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. He had never loved you more than in that moment.

And he wanted you to love him back. So, so bad.

"Do you really..." He stopped his own sentence, lips pressing against yours again. He didn't want to stay away. "...like my face?"

"Yes, Sal." You breathed against his mouth, earning a pleasant hum in response. "You're beautiful."

His eyes closed as he took your words in. Beautiful. Sal had been called a lot of things before, but never beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder if you were just trying to make him feel good about himself, but dismissed the thought quickly. If that was the case, you wouldn't be kissing him right now-there's only so much pity and compassion a person can feel, and that was too far. You had broken things off with him, so there had to be another reason. Maybe seeing his face really had made you feel something, that's what he hoped for.

You nuzzled into his neck, the tip of your nose caressing it gently as you gave his skin very soft kisses. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his figure, depositing one last kiss to his neck before pulling him into a hug. He was taken aback but returned your gesture eagerly, hands tightening around your waist as soon as he touched it. He rested his chin on the top of your head, eyes closed with a few tears threatening to fall. So many emotions.

"Stay here tonight." Sal pleaded, pressing his lips to your hair. "We don't have to do anything, just stay with me."

"Okay." You nodded, head moving against his chest. Sal let out a relieved sigh. "Let me tell my mom."

Upon his agreement, you distanced yourself from him and grabbed your phone. Your thoughts were everywhere when you unlocked it, fingers hovering over your mom's contact to text her, but stopping at James'. You didn't know what to do. Everytime something happened between you and Sal, it wasn't planned. It simply did. And you knew by now that resisting was stupid, especially ever since you had realized that you didn't even want to resist anymore. Still, the fact that you didn't plan your sexual encounters beforehand did not make you any less guilty, and that was a heavy weight you had no idea how to get rid of.

But you didn't text James, you didn't feel like it. You had already said your goodnights, there was no point in sending him anything - and, really, you didn't want to. It should make you feel bad that you didn't want to talk to your boyfriend when you were standing a few feet away from the guy you'd been cheating on him with, but you were too far gone to even consider your lack of consideration. The one thing you wanted was to be with Sal, at least at that very moment.

Your mom didn't take long to text you back telling you to take care and stay safe. You had told her you were sleeping at Ash's, and, thankfully, she believed it. Not that she had any reason not to, she especially didn't have any reason to think that you were with Sal, but when you're guilty of something, you're always on edge. You think people are always onto you. And so your mother's naive response came as a relief.