𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 ☆ ᴛ. ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

𝟓𝟗. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

nsfw kinda

vanessa woke up on her couch slouched on trea's chest, as she had just a few weeks ago. her cheeks were damp with tears, as well as his shirt.

by the time she had gotten up, he was already awake, and he must have been awake for a while. he hadn't moved, he had turned her tv on until she'd woken up.

she sat forward and rubbed her face.

"good morning," trea said. "i shouldn't really say morning."

"god, what time is it?" ness lazily muttered. her eyes stung with red and her face looked pale. her blonde hair was tangled around itself. but she still looked beautiful to trea. she always did. vanessa always looked beautiful.

"1:30." he said, checking his phone beside him. 

"shit." she scrambled for her phone and got up immediately. "what are you still doing here?" she snapped.

"well considering you balled your eyes out last night and decided to use me as your pillow, i thought i should make sure you're okay. sorry for caring."

"sorry," she muttered, realizing her attitude written in the question. "i'm sorry." she sat back down.

"its okay." he paused, "are you okay?"

"i don't know." she said, "are you okay?"

"i'm not really sure."

"im sorry." she repeated.

"its okay." he repeated. neither of them really knew what to do. she leaned against his chest as she was before. trea wrapped his arms around her for as long as he could.

"trea," ness muttered into his embrace.

he hummed in response.

"i don't want to break up." she spoke softly, almost inaudible. "i don't want to break up ever." she paused, "i'm sorry for making you think i did."

no matter how softly she spoke, trea always knew what she was saying. he placed his hand over the back of her head and rubbed her scalp.

"i don't want to. i never wanted to. i'm sorry for getting upset with you." he replied. 

"its okay, i really deserved it."

"its okay, i have something you can get mad at me for." she sat up and watched as trea pulled down his shirt to his collar, revealing a hickey or two placed across him. "not my proudest moment. and for the record i don't remember any of it."

she raised her eyebrows, staring at the marks. he was kind of expecting her to yell at him, but she didn't. "you can make it up to me." she said, grazing her fingers across his collarbone.

"of course," he spoke slyly as his hands danced around her waistline, pulling her closer to him, then slowly pulling her big t shirt off.

she flipped her messy hair to one side of her head. vanessa was reaching her hands back behind his neck before she brought her face to his. her manicure sunk into his back as her body got closer and closer to him. her lips floated down him until she had to take off his shirt. she made her way lower and lower down him.

i missed you so much. 

 the two of them had thought the same thing.

"i should give you more reasons to be mad at me." he whispered.

"i could say the same." her warm breath tickled his skin beneath it. "got anything else for me?"

he shook his head, "you?"

she thought of one thing. but she couldn't tell him. either she wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of the week or he'd break up with her on the spot. it wasn't the right time.

she shook her head and continued, "you sure?" he couldn't know. 

"we fucked, once."

"babe we've fucked way more than-"

"cody," she spat, cutting him off. "and i.."

"oh," he muttered. he knew exactly which night. and he knew that she was there.

 i don't want to see you on your feet for the next year.

"im sorry," she straightened herself.

without a second to think, his hands around her waist brought her back into him, "you can apologize later." he whispered into her ear, then slipping his hands beneath her shorts.

he made sure that she was sure to regret it. and she did.