Moon of Misfortunes

18*

Rubio paced around the room frantically, his hands weaving into his hair, grabbing a fistful before releasing it in a growl. He turned abruptly and began pacing in the opposite direction. I watched him, my eyebrows knitting together in concern. What was he doing?

"You're going to burn a hole in the floor from all that pacing," I joked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. He froze, looking at me in disbelief. I reach up to untie my hair gently taking my braid out, allowing my hair to cascade down my back in waves. 

"How are you not freaking out right now?" he asked, his voice edged with desperation.

I shrugged, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. "It was a long shot that the appeal would work anyway. I kind of expected things to end up this way. My life seems to have a pattern of ending up in shitty situations. Why would this be any different?"

Rubio shook his head, refusing to accept my resignation. He resumed pacing, his movements restless and agitated.

"It has to be different. There's still time," he rambled, more to himself than to me. I got up from the bed and moved towards him. He halted in front of me, his expression exhausted and defeated, breaking my heart.

"Thank you for trying. Honestly. You're a good man," I said firmly, hoping to offer him some comfort. He closed his eyes tightly, blinking back tears.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," he whispered hoarsely.

"There was no saving me, not from the beginning. But you bought me time," I paused, gathering my thoughts. "I got time with you."

He managed a sad smile. "I don't know if that's enough."

"What do you mean?" I asked softly, sensing there was more he needed to say.

"I—" he hesitated, his gaze shifting out the window where the sunset cast a warm orange glow into the room, highlighting his features.

"It's okay, tell me," I urged, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He met my eyes, searching for something.

"I have feelings for you, Adaline. I have for a while," he blurted out, his words rushed and filled with vulnerability. I felt a flutter in my chest, knowing the truth of his feelings.

"I know," I began gently. "I feel the same way."

A flicker of relief passed over his face briefly before the weight of our circumstances returned. "I wish we had more time together. It feels like I'm losing you too," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness.

"We have tonight," I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. His expression shifted, trying to decipher my meaning. A faint blush colored his cheeks.

"You seem to have a plan in mind. Care to fill me in?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

I ran my hands up to his face, feeling the light stubble beneath my fingers. Leaning up on tiptoes, I pressed my lips gently against his. He responded instantly, unfolding his arms to wrap them around my waist. Swiftly, he lifted me off the ground, and instinctively, I hooked my legs around his hips, drawing us closer together. I pull my lips to his ear. 

"I want you to fuck me," I whisper. "Hard." 

He growls lowly. I feel the tip of his cock strain against his pants. He deepens our kiss, greedily. I feel his hips move as he walks to the bed. His hands slid under my dress, grabbing my ass firmly for a second, before moving to lay me down on the edge of the bed and pulling away. My legs fall to the side of his thighs as he stands between them. He trails his hand up my thighs, sneaking underneath my dress.