*ೃ༄.ೃ࿐ "But somewhere here in between
the city walls of dying dreams, I think her
death it must be killing me." *ೃ༄
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
they say love's a game of easy come and easy go, but not everybody is Brit...
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✩ November 1996
It wasn't every day that Valia Mick woke up without Damon Albarn in her bed, oftentimes, due to her inability to sleep, it was him who would wake up with an empty cold bed.
The girl shifted around under the blanket, reaching out for her boyfriend, and frowning when she realised she was left all alone. It was then when she heard the sound of the shower running, and the muffled grunts coming from the bathroom.
She couldn't help but check it out for herself, afraid that Damon had somehow gotten himself hurt, but she could only allow her mouth to part as she stared at the sight in front of her, the Blur frontman bare and washed by the steaming water —— head leaned back in caved pleasure, a hand wrapped around his hard shaft.
It made her weak in the knees, and the abrupt dissatisfaction pooling in her core caused the girl to shut the door behind her. Damon flinched at the sound, eyes wide at the fact that he had been caught red handed.
"Val. I—" He started, pausing as he dropped his gaze to the ground, where Valia had left her clothes.
She stepped into the shower with arms wrapped around him from behind, Damon sighed at the soft embrace, a hand still pumping his hard on.
Their relationship had gone on to be complexed, the both of them struggling with the immense absence of the drugs they craved the most, they promised to work towards the better together, Damon with the heroine, and Val with her crystal meth and ecstasy. They hadn't gone completely clean, they often did coke lines together, but it was of low doses and it was nowhere near to being satisfactory. The withdrawal suffocated them, and they were unable to do anything together, being agitated and weary on most occasions. Which meant that even when they were in bed together, they would stay up late at night in silence, unable to drift into sleep.
Valia smothered his back and neck with kisses, her arms wrapped around him from behind, her bare chest pressed up against his back, and she stroked his chest. "Talk to me."
He hummed in confusion, not finding the ability to focus on anything except her touch and the thrusting of his palm. "What?" Damon choked, stammering.
"What are you thinking about?" She asks, watching intently as he pleasured himself. The image of it was embedded into her mind, and the sudden urge to reach out to her own folds and add to her high was unbearable. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
"You." He mutters. "Just you." When he woke up this morning, he faced the difficulty of tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend. Val often went to bed with only a large top on, completely naked underneath, and it didn't help that the shirt would hitch up her waist during her sleep, leaving her open for Damon's view.
She smiled against his shoulder, and Damon glanced over at her dazedly. Val asked him in a rather raspy voice, finding it hard to act normally when her boyfriend was touching himself at the thought of her, "Doing what?"
