This Won't Work

Yes

"Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment"

- Ariana Grande

Damien wakes up before she does.

For the first time during these two weeks it was raining. Droplets of water patter against the large window, creating a tranquil rhythm that could put him back to sleep. The sky a cornflower blue as fog settles in the horizon. The treetops were barely visible, the ocean gloomy. Waves violently crash against the shore.

Their feet wouldn't be able to touch sand today.

He drags his body out of bed and to the bathroom, leaving the warmth that was Elana behind.

His reflection in the mirror shows dark circles beneath his eyes. He runs a hand through bedraggled hair before picking up his tooth brush.

In the distance, he heard bedsheets rustle. Two feet settling on the floor. A tired groan. The pad of footsteps on hardwood.

Next, he sees bruised lips. Drooping eyes. Straying hairs. No shirt, no pants, no anything.

Her bare body leaned against the bathroom countertop. Damien dropped his toothbrush and spit into the sink.

"Good morning," Her groggy voice speaks with a smile.

He dries his face with a hand towel. "Good morning, princess. You look happy."

"How could I not be after last night?"

Now it was Damien's turn to smile.

She hoisted herself up onto the marble counter, letting Damien stand between her legs. Their lips met for just a moment, though it felt like forever.

He brushed his thumb against an erect nipple, eliciting a sigh from Elana.

"We'll be locked in here all day. I checked the weather. It'll be raining until tomorrow." She informed him, smiling suggestively.

He set a kiss to her cheek. "Hm, we'll have to keep each other busy then?" He rolled her nipple between two fingers.

Her arms hung around his neck. Alluring hazel eyes locking with sharp dark ones. "I guess." Elana faked annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Her hands fell down to his chest. They slid down the ridges of his abs until dipping into his boxers. She noticed him suck in a breath.

"It's the only thing we can do." She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I wasn't lying when I said you've got me addicted. This shit is driving me insane, Elana." His hands found her ass, caressing the skin in circular motions.

He drove her equally insane but she wouldn't say that out loud. Just because Elana was now comfortable fucking him doesn't mean she'll admit what goes through her head. The truth is, lots of nasty shit featuring Damien go through her head.

He pulled her to the edge of the countertop until her crotch met his pelvis.

Her hand teased him, sitting just a few below his navel, pulling on the waistband of his boxers. If her hand moved only an inch she would be touching his dick and he so desperately wanted that.

He leaned down to kiss on her neck. She cocked her head to the side, allowing him access. "You really don't give a fuck about Nova catching us, do you?"

A low chuckle against her skin. One that vibrated through her entire body. "It seems like you don't either."

Her hand finally made it to his hard cock. It wrapped around the base of his length, motionless. It was driving Damien crazy.