It Will Always be You

(S2) Thirteen

Five

Things escalated from Y/n just simply sitting on my lap and talking to me, to me kissing her until she actually couldn't breathe. Sure, it technically hasn't been that long since I've seen her, but I still wanted to kiss her. And we were in her room with the door shut, so what's the worse that could happen? I think the door is locked.

I think.

My hands were on her hips and she was straddling my lap, my lips still on hers. We should be trying to save the world right now, but she hasn't seen me in a year. A fucking year. I can barely survive two days without her, I couldn't imagine a year. Maybe we have attachment issues, I really don't care, I just miss her.

My tongue ran over her bottom lip, as if to tease her. Which, then again, I tease her 24/7. It's fun to see her all worked up.

My hands moved up a bit to her waist. My head was tilted up at an angle so she could kiss me better. I don't know why, but it seems like she really needed this. But if she didn't stop shifting on my lap, her clothes will most likely end up on the floor and she's gonna end up under me.

I really needed to clear my thoughts because I can't be thinking about fucking Y/n right now when the world is literally going to end in a few days.

A make out session couldn't hurt, right? Yeah, well that's what I thought. Me being a dumbass. Again.

I moved her to where she was laying down on her bed and I was on top of her. I kissed her again, more intensely this time.

My lips moved from her lips to her jaw, kissing and trying my hardest not to leave hickies behind. I keep myself from marking her, but that's more difficult than it seems considering she hasn't seen me in a year.

My lips kept going down her neck and every little sound she lets out makes it even harder not to take her clothes off then and there.

The door opens and I immediately get off of her.

"Hey, Y/n-" I heard Diego before his eyes widened and he began backing out of the room. "My bad, my bad!" He said, practically freaking out. He shut the door halfway before he pooped his head in. "Remember, use protection."

"Get out!" Me and Y/n shouted at once.

Diego got out finally, and I turned to Y/n who was red as a strawberry. She was still breathing heavily and so was I. I loved seeing her all flustered and worked up and embarrassed. It was cute.

"I could've sworn I locked the door." She muttered.

"Yeah, let's be safe," I said, standing up at locking the door. "and just lock it now." I said as I went and sat back down.

I laid down and leaned back against the pillow as I pulled her into my lap again. Now, I was genuinely curious as to what she's been up to for a year. Part of my mind was thinking the worst: that she found someone else. But I also knew Y/n was the most loyal person ever.

"What have you been up to for a year, baby?" I asked, my hands on her thighs, running them up and down.

"It's.. a lot." She muttered.

"I'm still gonna listen." I smiled up at her.

Y/n

I debated in my mind for a moment what to tell him. I already told him some stuff the night he got back, but I was really vague with it. I assume he wants more details. I could lie and not tell him about all the mental health shit, or I could rant to him.

But there was that small voice in the back of my head. What if he sees me different?

So I decided to not tell him about that part. I was keeping so many secrets from him. And I knew eventually he'd find out and probably get pissed off when he found out, but I'll climb that mountain when I get to it.

"I already told you a bunch of stuff though." I said, still trying to avoid the subject.

"I want details." He said.

"Of course you do." I sighed. "I told you how I got stranded with Luther and stuff. I told you how I worked at the bar with Marley." I think of what else I can tell him. "Kind of turned into a mass murderer."

"You told me that. But you were already a murderer before, so I'm not too surprised by that." He said, keeping his hands on my thighs.

I rolled my eyes. "There's really nothing more to tell, Five."

He continues to look up at me. "How'd you find Elliott?"

"I simply walked into the building and walked into his apartment." I shrugged. "He was terrified of me at first, but now we're close as hell."

"I'm glad."

"He's really, uh, jumpy." I said. "At, like, everything. Anyways, how'd you find Diego? And why'd you leave him in the nuthouse?"

"Found Diego in the newspaper." He said flatly. "He wants to save JFK, that's why I left him."

"Why does he always have to play hero?" I asked.

"Ask him that, sweetheart." Five said, now smiling a bit. "It's like me asking you why you always have an attitude with me."

"I don't have an attitude, asshole." I said, but I paused.

"See?" He chuckled. "Attitude. You've had it since we were little."

"It's uncontrollable."

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Heyyy did you miss me?? I missed you

- Em 🚬