This Won't Work

Nothing More

"And I can't be without you
Why can't I find no one like you?"

- Doja Cat

"Tell me what you want, baby." He purred into Elana's ear, running his fingers over her wet slit.

Little gasps escaped her as his finger slid into her. He caressed the pink walls of her pussy, listening to the gushing sounds his movements created.

She leaned her head back, breathless moans leaving her. "I want you to fuck me. Hard."

"That's just what I'll do."

And he would've before a series of knocks against the door stirred him awake.

What the fuck was he doing outside?

Goosebumps layered his skin at the cold breeze. The bright light projecting from the sun blinded him.

The knocking stopped.

He sat up, stretching his spine. That was not a comfortable sleep.

The knocking resumed.

"I'm coming!" He grumbled. His fingers raked through unkempt hair.

He could fall back asleep but a voice screamed his name outside of the door. He glanced to his watch. His eyes widened once he saw the time. Less than an hour before they'd be on their way home.

Fuck.

He swung the door open and caught sight of his little sister. Her fist up In preparation to knock again. She brought her hand down, smoothing out her shirt.

"You're not ready at all, Damien. You know how long you take to get ready!"

Damien closed his eyes. He leaned against the doorframe, his body still drunk with sleep.

"Yes, Nova. I know."

She scoffed. "You are seriously so irresponsible. You're the older one, Damien. Act like it."

"You're the older one. Act like it." He mocked, rolling his eyes. "Leave and let me get ready."

Nova bit her tongue to stop herself from protesting. Just then, Marissa came from the left side of the hallway. She was rolling a suitcase alongside her, already fully dressed.

"Leave him alone, Nova. He's had a rough night." Marissa stated.

Damien sucked in a deep breath at the memory of last night. He'd really complained about Elana? Convinced himself that he deserves her treatment?

Since when did he care about others judgement?

"Did you get drunk, Damien? Seriously?" Nova continued, shaking her head in disappointment.

"No, I didn't get drunk. Okay? Now leave." He slammed the door on her face. Hearing Marissa's laughter and Nova's groan.

His eyes met the bed. So tempting to just fall into the sheets and into deep slumber. He ignored the temptation and sulked to the bathroom.

He should talk to Elana.

Actually, maybe he shouldn't.

He should ignore her. Just as she does.

Or maybe he should find every possible way to annoy her until he gets his way. He did exactly that earlier on and got what he wanted. Elana in his bed.

It's just that now, having sex with her wasn't enough. He needed her all the time.

He needed her to help him sleep. He needed her to hug him as she did when high. He needed her to confess how much she needed him.