Let The Light In (Roman Roy x Black!OC)-COMPLETED

Just Us

Manhattan, New York

-One Month Later-

'Ring Ring'

The first thing you heard that morning was your phone going off. You groaned and rubbed your eyes as you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Open the f*cking door."

You hung up and threw the phone across the bed before laying back down. A few moments later, you heard relentless banging on the front door.

"I'm gonna keep doing this unless you open up!"

You groaned and quickly got out of bed and went to the door. You grabbed the handle and yanked it open.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because, nobody's heard from you for weeks!"

"I don't wanna be heard from, Roman!"

"Look, just because your boyfriend left you, doesn't mean that you stop going to work and start treating everyone else like sh*t."

"What're you even doing here?"

"Honestly, I wanted to make sure that you weren't dead."

"Why would I be dead?"

He pulled out his phone and showed you today's headline.

'Moira Kincaid rages at a downtown club just weeks after split with fiancé, Benjamin Lee.'

"They've got a nice photo of you, too. And unless you were eating some powdered doughnuts, they caught you red handed."

"I can do whatever the f*ck I want. Who cares if I partied, and drank, and did a little bit of coke?"

"Moira, I know you're going through sh*t, but, you cannot f*ck up your life just because Ben left you."

"He left me because you couldn't keep your big mouth shut."

"He left you because you were too much of a coward to tell him that you didn't love him."

"He was a good man! He was nice to me!"

"You gonna marry every nice man that comes along?"

"He loved me!"

"You would've been miserable!"

"I don't care! At least he could say how he felt!"

"That was a low f*cking blow."

"Shut up."

"Don't tell me to shut up. I'm talking to you."

You went over to the table and leaned down to snort an unfinished line from last night.

"F*ck you!" You yelled.

"F*ck me? F*ck you!"

"You ruined my f*cking life!"

"I did not!"

"Yeah, you did! You just had to f*ck everything up, huh? It was going fine until you did what you always do!"

"If it wasn't for me, you would've married a man you don't even love!"

"That's my choice! Not yours! Mine!"

"You are unbelievable! I did you a f*cking favor!"

"I never asked you to!"

"Stop acting like a b*tch and get your sh*t together!"

"Go f*ck yourself!"

At some point during the argument, the two of you had gotten closer. He kept looking down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Giving me those f*ck me eyes."

"What're you gonna do about it?"

You stepped closer and kissed him roughly. You kept your mouth on his and led him to the couch. He laid back and let you straddle him. You took off your shirt and began unbuttoning his. His hands went to your hips when you started grinding against him.

"F*ck, um...we're going kinda fast."

"Do you wanna f*ck me or not?"

"I do. I just need a minute."

"Roman, I am this close to kicking you out of here."

"I know. I just need a second."

"What the f*ck is your problem? Like, seriously. There has to be something medically wrong with you. I'm on top of you literally begging to f*ck you, and you still don't wanna."

"I do. F*ck you. I do."

"What's the problem then?"

"I don't f*cking know, Moira!"

"It's not like you're getting my name tattooed on your forehead! It's just sex!"

"F*ck, Moira! Jesus!"

He sighed and ran his hands over his face. You got up and walked to the kitchen to get two drinks before coming back and sitting next to him.

"I didn't mean that." You said. "I'm high and hungover."

"I know."

"I shouldn't have said that. There's nothing wrong with you."

"There is. I'm wired differently than everyone else. I'm broken."

"You're not broken. Just because you're different, that doesn't necessarily mean that there's something wrong with you."

"Then why the f*ck can't I have actual sex without wanting to kill myself?"

"Maybe you're asexual."

"I'm not asexual. I like other sex stuff."

"You don't have to be completely against sex. Maybe you only like to have sex with people you feel a connection to or something."

"Don't try to tell me what I am."

"I'm trying to help you, a*shole."

"I don't know." He sighed. "I really wanna f*ck you. Like, really badly."

"But?"

"I just can't. Maybe one day eventually, but, not now."

"So, we're still gonna be doing this in the future?"

"I mean...yeah. Whatever this is."

"At the wedding, you asked me to marry you."

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that."

"Was that real, or were you just trying to stop me from marrying Ben?"

"I don't know. Both, I guess."

"Both?"

"Yeah. Like, I wanna marry you almost as much as I don't want you to marry Ben."

"I don't know if I'm ready for another wedding just yet."

"We don't have to label things. We can just...be us."

You leaned into his side and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I like that. Just us."