home (halsey)

9

Ashley

Frustrated and alone, I sat with my legs curled up, my arm hanging over the top of the couch. A beer bottle hung loosely from my fingertips, the liquid sloshing around as I moved it in circular motions. I sniffed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, taking a deep breath in before chugging down the rest of my beer.

Throwing the bottle across the room, it shattered into miniature pieces and littered the floor entirely. I grunted and tried not to blink, knowing that if I did, the tears would once again escape from my swollen eyes. I didn't know how many times I had messed things up with Maya, but I knew that every single time, it was my fault.

It took me all the strength I had to lift myself up, my feet knocking over a row of beer bottles that were lined up at the foot of the couch. I knew I wanted to make a quick stop in our bedroom to check up on Maya. Even though I was mad, that never stopped me from caring.

Before making my way to our room, I stopped at the bathroom to take a look at myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, half of my hair was up in a messy bun at the top of my head while the rest laid messily atop my shoulders, and my skin was sickly pale, accentuating the freckles that were littered across my face.

Sighing, I splashed my face with water and held a towel up to my face for a minute, breathing slowly and gathering up the courage to leave the bathroom.

I walked to our bedroom door, hesitantly twisting the cold, metal knob and pushing it open.

"Maya?" I called out as I walked, not seeing her in the room. My heart raced and the veins in my neck pulsed, bringing my nerves back up.

The bathroom door screeched as it swung open, a very tired looking Maya walking out with her hair in two braids and nothing but a bra and loose shorts on. Her eyes turned into slits as she glared me up and down, standing quietly in front of the bathroom door.

"Babe," I said, my voice coming out pleadingly.

She ignored me and turned her attention onto the ground, her eyes moving with her footsteps as she made it towards the bed and climbed on, covering herself in the thick blanket and inserting her earphones in, clearly ignoring me.

I bit my lip in frustration and decided that I wouldn't stop just there. Climbing into the bed, I made sure to leave space between us as I sat facing her and waited for her to turn her gaze onto me. She never did, though. Her stubborn nature showed itself as she continued whatever she was doing on her phone.

"Listen to me," I begged frustratedly, knowing well that she could hear me. She rolled her eyes and clicked something on her screen, continuing to keep her attention on anything but me.

Finally, she huffed and yanked the little speakers out of her ears.

"What, Ashley? What more could you possibly want?" She said, shutting her phone off and crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes now burning holes onto me.

"I want to f-fix things," I stuttered due to a hiccup that escaped my mouth. "Let me fix this," I slurred, my throat becoming dry.

"Have you been drinking?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and reached over to the bedside table to grab the water bottle that was on it.

"I mean, it's not like you care, but yeah, I had a few beers," I shrugged, taking a sip of water.

She scoffed and narrowed her eyes at me. "A few? Ash, you reek of alcohol and it's disgusting. Go take a shower and we'll talk."

I sighed and chucked the now empty water bottle at the wall, hearing it bounce on the wooden floor.

"Only if you come with me," I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Please?" I begged, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. She looked conflicted for a second, and I could tell that she wanted to, but she didn't want to give in so easily.

"No, I'm still mad at you," She pouted, looking at me with her eyebrows furrowed.

I smirked and let go of her hand, ready to tease her even more. I shrugged carelessly as if I didn't care, climbing off the bed slowly.

"Fine, I should just go on my own," I said mockingly, standing right in front of the bathroom door and slowly, but surely lowering my shorts down my legs. I made sure to bend over, giving her a clear view of my stripping. I could feel her eyes boring holes into my butt, causing me to smirk as soon as my shorts pooled to the floor at my feet.

Next, I began to pull down my lace underwear, slowly running my fingertips down my legs as I made my way down. Once again, I bent over, picking the underwear up and tossing them onto the bed where they landed perfectly upon her lap.

She bit her lip and bunched the underwear up in her fists, keeping it tight within her grasp as she thought of what to do. If she wanted to come, she could just meet me in the shower. I shrugged and made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

After all my clothes were off, I heard the door squeak, and in walked a very bashful Maya, her shorts in her hands, leaving her in her undergarments.

"Did someone change their mind?" I mocked her as I swung the shower door open, turning the water on and standing bare before her.

"I might have," She said, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled and sat at the edge of the bathtub as I waited for her to undress.

She slowly stripped down and stood before me with her arms across her breasts.

"Is the water warm yet? I'm freezing," She shuddered, goosebumps rising onto her skin.

"Come in," I said, waving her over. I stepped into the shower where the warm steam from the water enveloped my body and floated higher up into the air. She stepped in quickly, moving in front of me to feel the water.

I stood behind her and watched in awe as the water rolled slowly down her bronze skin, leaving her skin dewey and warm from the temperature of it.

She turned around suddenly, her mouth twisting up into a small smile.

"Do you mind washing my body?" She asked, handing me the vanilla scented body wash. I nodded my head and grabbed it from her, squeezing a bit into my hand and rubbing my hands together to acquire bubbles for a good lather.

She let out a breath of relief as my warm, wet hands trailed across every curve of her body, leaving soap in their trails. I rubbed sinfully slow, making sure to tease her a bit.

Turning her body around, I poured more soap into my hands and rubbed her shoulders, trailing my hands down over her breasts and rubbing them gently, causing her to shut her eyes and hiss in delight.

I got to her stomach, tracing shapes with my soapy fingertips, causing her to shudder under my touch.

"Turn around," I whispered, kissing her shoulder blade and and pushing her gently towards the running water.

Glad that I had the advantage of being taller than her, I pushed up against her smooth body and ran my hands up and down until the suds were washed off.

She turned around, looking up into my eyes.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for everything," She said quietly, watching the water fall down the sides of my head like a veil. "You look good when you're wet," She continued, rubbing my smooth arms up and down while giggling.

"It's okay," smiled and kissed the top of her head, smelling the strong scent of vanilla that lingered on her body.

"Lean up against the wall and put your leg on my shoulder," She said suddenly, causing me to lift my eyebrows in shock.

"We've never done it in the shower," I said, my core throbbing with need. I wasted no time in backing up against the cool, slick tiles, feeling the water cascade over me.

Maya crouched down before me, waiting for me to lift my leg up.

"We don't have all day, babe. I wanna eat you out. We can talk about our problems later," She rushed, licking her lips as my leg rose and my crotch was exposed before her.

"Deal," I smirked, grabbing her head and pushing it into me.

My eyes shut and my heart raced as I felt her work her magic, keeping me wanting this feeling forever.

When the time would come that we'd have to face reality once more, I knew this feeling would be long gone.