Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟏 • 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌

Skyler

I braced my hands on top of broad shoulders, baby hairs flattening to the frame of my face from sweat.

"Fuck..."  I heaved, chest rising and falling rapidly, "I'm s'close .." With my eyes squeezed shut and my hips rotating in a delicious dance, I dug deeper against the lap below me.

Her hands are in my hair, on my back and chest- everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I was full- stomach protruding with her depth and girth, and her voice was in my ear.

"That's it. Good girl."

"You look so pretty."

"I love fucking you."

It wasn't love though, no, it couldn't be.

I let go of love 3 years ago.

My head is yanked back, and I wince, hair follicles tightening and burning across my scalp.

That's more like it.

"Fuck, Abby..." I moaned, and dug my nails into my calves with Abby's lips on my chest, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin that was now smudged with reds and purples.

Maybe this is what love looks like, feels like. But nothing much has changed as of 3 years ago.
We were still just roommates, but instead of a dorm room, it was a townhouse, and instead of going to class every day, we went to our jobs.

My swallowed to help sooth my dry throat, choking on it as her strap slipped further inside, "I told you- ahh- mmph ... I told you... no marking."

She whispered a sorry before working me over the edge, her hands on my hips to hold me still as she thrusted herself up.

I braced myself, body freezing, and stomaching tightening, letting the fuzzy, blown-out hues flood my vision behind my eyelids.

Once it was over, I got off of her, and picked up my pants from the floor to put them back on.

It wasn't a completely loveless interaction. I loved Abby. She was company- a body.
She was my best friend who also happened to need the loneliness filled here and there.

"Want me to order dinner tonight?"

She was taking off the harness as I turned to her on the bed, and once she was done, her hands came up behind her, resting the back of her head against them.

I shake my head, "No, it's okay, I won't be home till late."
Her face scrunches, "I thought you weren't working tonight?"

I rolled my eyes because somehow we always ended up having this same conversation time and time again.
She didn't approve of my career choices, and she definitely didn't like when I picked up extra shifts.

"A girl called out-" I started to explain while simultaneously pulling my shirt the rest of the way down over my chest and stomach, and then returning to meet her eyes.
"Look... it's Friday night, Abs. I can't pass up the money."

She scoffs, but she knew I was right.

"Just be safe, yeah?"

"Of course."

-

It was routine, normal. And as of 2 years ago, it was still hard to get used to sometimes.

The flashing, neon lights, glitter and rhinestones, 8- inch heels, and playing dress up.

Part of me loved it. I loved pretending to be someone I'm not- like putting on a mask and letting a new me take control.

I was on the stage, blurred faces of men were at my feet, reaching out and up like how the helpless begged for their savior.