Hooked on the enemy (Hollyoaks)

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Warren opened the door to see Ella there. He sighed as he looked to her. "Is everything okay?" He asked.

Ella nodded. "Yeah. I've come to get some of my stuff."

Warren sighed. "El. It doesn't have to be like this. We can make it work," he told her.

Ella rolled her eyes. She looked to him. "Are you going to tell me who you screwed?"

"It doesn't matter who."

"Then I guess we can't make it work. Excuse me," Ella said as she walked into the bedroom.

Warren walked over to Ella and kissed her lips gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their lips met again in yet another deep and passionate kiss.

His lips tweaked higher at the corners when she pushed up to kiss him again.

Ella's feet shuffled backward with his movements, the embrace interrupted when he took the tumbler from her, setting it down on the bar cart.

Hand's settle on her hips, guiding her backwards again once his lips were locked with hers.

She knew where they were heading, part of her wanting to stop things purely because he seemed so confident about their destination.

Except, she wanted him. Her hands slipped the buttons on his shirt free.

She wanted him more than she'd ever admit to herself. Her purple top fell next.

Slacks cinched at the waist as fingers made quick work of the fasteners, one garment after another littering a trail in their wake.

The outfit she'd spent over twenty minutes looking for that morning, her favorite lacy lilac bra...

The clothing scavenger hunt he was leaving her would only serve as a reminder that she'd picked out the outfit with him in mind.

Her legs hit his bed and she crawled backwards, returning the intensity of his gaze when he followed.

Warren hovered above, breaking eye contact to briefly scan down the length of her body before returning his lips to hers.

A soft moan escaped as his tongue enveloped her nipple and she rolled her eyes at the smile she felt against the flesh of her breast.

Under normal circumstances she'd want the man she was with to know she enjoyed his ministrations, but not Tom—at least not that quickly.

His fingers slipped beneath the matching lilac panties, running the length of her slit, circling her clit, and then slipping inside.

She grumbled internally when a slick finger traced the same path, exposing her excitement to both of them.

"Fuck it," She mumbled, using his hair to pull his lips back to hers.

He paused above her, in typical Warren fashion looking amused with her annoyance. "Fuck it?"

"Warren, shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled on his path to her lips, but didn't linger long. Kisses trailed down her chest then stomach, his fingers tugging the underwear off as his body shifted lower on the bed.