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No Means No (Amberprice)

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(Pic is from a massive ice storm we had here in Oregon while I was off the radar. Everything was coated in several inches of ice. It was beautiful but extremely destructive. We were without power for three weeks! Much easier to find these pictures beautiful now that it's over. lol)

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Warnings: Graphic descriptions of non-consensual s*x/mentions of r*pe, please do not continue if these topics cause any distress

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"I'm just sick of her trying to take you from me!" Elliot yelled.

Chloe paused, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

"Dude, no one's taking me from you, because I'm not yours."

"No!" Elliot said in frustration. "It's not like that Chloe."

"Then what's it like?" Chloe asked. "Because it sure as hell seems like you're trying to tell me you own me."

"No, no. No." Elliot said in a frustrated tone.

"Look, Elliot. I know you had a thing for me or whatever but I only played along because I was bored."

"But, but we slept together Chloe."

Chloe paused again. This time looking slightly sympathetic.

"Elliot. That didn't mean anything."

"Yes it did!" Elliot yelled.

"I'm sorry if it meant something more to you, but it didn't for me." Chloe said. "Look, if I could take it back-"

"Don't say you would!" Elliot said.

"Elliot. Rachel and I are.. well, it's complicated. But what we have.."

"No. Don't lie to me Chloe." Elliot said. "You kissed me, you slept with me, multiple times might I remind you. You're not gay for Rachel Amber."

"I'm not gay for anyone else Elliot. I just am gay."

"No you're not."

"Elliot, I slept with you because I was depressed and I just wanted to feel something, I never enjoyed it. In a way, I didn't even really want to."

"Are you trying to say I took advantage of you?!" Elliot asked harshly.

That thought had never dawned on Chloe. Until now. She always assumed she had just decided to sleep with him, she was usually intoxicated after a rough day when he had approached her, and she had just given up. A couple times she didn't even remember it and just woke up naked in his bed. Or hers. But come to think of it, yeah, she hadn't really ever made a conscious decision about it.

"Holy shit.." Chloe said, stepping back.

"What?" Elliot asked, in confusion.

"You piece of shit Elliot Hampden!" Chloe said aggressively.

"I don't get it." Elliot said. "One day you're all over me and the next-"

"Oh bullshit." Chloe said. "You know I was never all over you. You fucking knew but you did it anyway. Why? Because who would believe the girl with the dead dad who smoked weed, drank underage and was depressed? It was an easy fucking score."

"No, Chloe. I actually did like you. I guess you never liked me back." Elliot said sadly.

"Fuck off Elliot." Chloe said. "Don't you ever speak to me again."

Chloe turned to leave but Elliot grabbed her arm and a memory flashed through her head.

Chloe was tired, her limbs felt heavy, and her mind felt dead, she was numb and nothing mattered anymore. There was a touch on her leg and she turned, Elliot leaned in and kissed her. Chloe pushed back but Elliot kissed her harder so she shrugged and kissed him back. His hand moved down her inner thigh and Chloe instinctively pushed them together to try to stop him. But he pushed back and Chloe's strength failed her. Oh well, who cared anyway.