Amelia couldn't help but think that things with her and Fletch were changing. She didn't know what it was. But there was a slight tension between them.
She knew how they had been away for the weekend. But since then, things were weird. Amelia had no idea what it was. But she knew that something had changed with them both.
Amelia needed to talk to him. But she didn't know what she could say to him. She felt as though things weren't easy at all. She wanted to make the relationship work. However it wasn't as easy as she hoped.
She knew all they had overcome. And she knew they had started off as an affair. But she had hoped that it was going to be okay.
All she knew was that things weren't as easy as they used to be. And she just needed to find out why. Before it all got too much for her.
Morning came and she was in bed with Fletch. She looked to him and smiled. "Are we okay?" She asked.
Fletch nodded. He looked to her and smiled. "We're more than okay. I know how things have been. But I'm sorry. I've just had a lot to deal with. we're going to be okay though. I promise," he told her.
Amelia smiled as she straddled him. She looked down at him. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Fletch smirked as Amelia moved down between his legs. "You know, I think we're gonna have to get a little us in," she said.
Fletch grinned and nodded. "I think you're right there baby," he said.
Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.
Amelia released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Mark tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.
"Beautiful." He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.
She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.
Fletch's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer. He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.
Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.
Amelia's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.
He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.
Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."
Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box. "Fucking hell. Hurry up," Amelia mumbled.
Fletch lifted her shirt pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.
"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.
"You okay?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.
"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.
Fletch's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry. He appeared content with the position, something Erin wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.
His fingers slid to the front of her shirt, slowly unfastening the buttons.
His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.
Amelia dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage.
She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.
More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.
She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.
He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow. Warren's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"
"Do it again Fletcher."
He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint. When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit,
Her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.
Fletch lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.
***
Amelia walked into work. She smiled as she saw Kenzie who looked to her. "I gather you and fletch are okay?" She asked.Amelia nodded. She sighed and smiled. "I think we are. I just... I don't know. Part of me feels like he's keeping something from me. I don't know what. But I'm worried," she said.
Kenzie looked to her and smiled. "Talk to him. What's the worst that can happen?"
"You're right. How's it going with Iain?"
Kenzie nodded. "Better. I think us working in separate parts of the hospital helps. But I'm just worried about things," she told her.
"You'll make it work. You're Iain and Kenzie."
***
Amelia was sitting in the staff room. A thousand different thoughts were going through her head. She stupidly decided to look up Fletch's medical record.But what was she going to find on there?
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Boyfriends best friend (Holby city)
FanfictionAmelia Campbell is the daughter of Serena Campbell. She is happy and in a relationship with her boyfriend raf de Luca. Amelia and raf have just moved in together and are happy that is until raf moves in his best friend Adrian fletcher and his family...