The Fallen ➵Lahey

//In Which she's feeling the love//

(Warning: Sex ahead! SEX AHEAD! if you're uncomfortable then don't read, I'll put a warning before the scene begins so you know where to skip if it's uncomfortable for you)

This chapter is dedicated to Wookie because she's a horny little rat and loves to tease me on my sex writing.

We can't change the past but we can alter our futures. I never really understood the meaning until now, I mean I understood it's meaning but all the events I've experienced lately have truly given me a new perspective. Allison Argent is dead and I could sit here and cry or I can suck it up, put my big girl pants on and honor her.

The huntress who fought for her friends, family and the people of her town. The huntress who fell in love, lost love, loved and was loved. I can't be scared anymore, I don't see it as a weakness. I simply see it as a trait that I Layla Martin and no other Martin has ever possessed. I'm a banshee, a warrior, a lover , a sister, a daughter, a friend, a girlfriend and most importantly, a survivor.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Isaac questions as he paces in front of me. Our rejoice was cut short when the police showed up and took him to the sheriff's station. His curls a mess from him running his hands through them in distress. I just stare at him, not sure what to say or do.

A part of me hoped when I'd see him that it'd be raining and he'd be at one end of the street and I at the other. His eyes widen as he see's me and blinks a few times in disbelief but a smile makes it's way onto his face and I run so fast into his arms. He lifts me up and kisses me passionately as he holds me so tight, as if to say he will never let me slip away from him again but that's just what I hoped for.

"I - I just, I don't under-, how is this possible?"he stutters as his hands start to shake and his lip trembles. I grab his hands and hold them, his body relaxes under my touch as I just stare into his ocean blue eyes, the beautiful blue I missed.

"I thought you'd be happy"I whisper, disappointment evident in my voice as I look at the floor.

"Hey"he whispers softly as his hands lifts my chin so my hazel eyes meet his blue ones. My eyes begin to water, what happened to us? To the two teens who couldn't express their feelings for each other, the teens who fell hopelessly in love with each other. Maybe what we had isn't here anymore, maybe we weren't meant to be. The feeling I felt before was something I never wanted to lose but now that I sit in front of him, realization hits. Maybe I already lost it.

{Sex begins}

" I love you" he says and those three words ignite something inside of me and I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. I have to know if that spark is still here and as I kiss him, I know it's still there.

We don't know what to say or ask so we don't, we let our lips do the talking. I lay down on my bed as Isaac hovers over me, my hands reach them of his shirt and we pull apart briefly so I can take it off. And I quickly lift mine off and toss it to the side. His hands caress my body, his fingers trailing all over my body leaving a spark with every touch. A part of me wants to talk but I need this, we need this.

He leaves trails of kisses over each of my breasts and I moan. His hands slide underneath me but he stops and looks me in the eyes, I nod and that's all the permission he needs to un-clip my bra. My first instinct is to cover myself but I don't. My curls flow around me like a curtain, a braided strand wrapped around my head like a crown and suddenly I feel like a goddess in his eyes. He doesn't touch, he just admires.

"Beautiful" he whispers breathlessly as his blue eyes gaze upon me as If I'm so breath taking. I slowly purse my lips as my dimples stick out proudly and he smiles as his lips meet mine again in a much deeper kiss. His hand glides up my stomach and towards my right breast where he cups it with his cold hand and I gasp against his lips as my nipples harden.

My body reacts to his in such euphoric way, one I've never felt before. He slowly pushes me back, my head softly hitting the pillow as his head trails kisses from my lips all the way down to my breast, he begins to nibble and suck making me cry in pleasure I close my eyes as I late the pleasure consume me.

I feel my shorts slowly being slide down and I hear a shred making me gasp. I'm left completely bare to him yet it feels so right. I feel his claws trail down my thighs making me shiver with slight fear and excitement. I look at him to see his eyes glowing a golden yellow. I bite my lip with eagerness and pure lust making him growl lightly. His claws retract and I lean back as I feel his finger enter me, I shiver at the odd and unfamiliar feeling .

A part of me feels guilty, my innocence is slowly fading the further I let this go on but I can't stay a little girl forever and there's no one I'd want other than him to take my innocence. My tiny hands clench onto the sheets and ball into fist as he adds two fingers, the feeling makes my legs trembles as he thrusts them in and out of me. I'm so thankful my mom took Lydia shopping to keep recent events off of her mind. "OH MY GOD" I can't help but scream as my body starts to shake in pure ecstasy as my eyes roll to the back of m head and my hands clench the sheets so tight my pale fist start to turn blood red.

I hear the sound of him unbuckling his pants but I'm still too busy riding out this wave of pleasure to look. My eyes widen as I feel something touching the entrance of my vagina. He leans over me and kisses me as he looks into my eyes so passionately I practically turn to jello.

"It's gonna hurt, but it'll feel better after, I promise"he whispers and I nod as the nerves in my stomach start to go haywire at the fear of this but before I can process, he slams into me making me scream. "HOLY HALE MARY" I scream and he can't help but laugh as my vagina feels like it's being ripped into two. "Who thought sex was a good idea"I question rhetorically as tears lightly leak from my eyes. Isaac is still laughing lightly and my nails dig into his shoulder making him hiss.

"I've died like a billion times, if you kill me right here and now, I'll haunt you"I say and a part of him tenses, my death is something he'll never be okay with but he lightly laughs at the humor of it.

"Please start moving or I'll be 88 by the time we get anywhere"I say, my sass taking over. The old Layla sure knows when to make an appearance. He slowly moves in and out of me, the pain subsides as my body starts to adjust to him and soon the sounds of my cries and his grunts fill the room. My nails clawing at his back as his name leaves my mouth thrust after thrust. Sometimes it's a scream or even a seductive moan but either way it seems to drive him faster and harder. I start to see black dots clouding my vision.

"God Bless my revival" I whisper and he chuckles briefly as he impales me relentlessly. I hug onto him as I feel my orgasm coming. My eyes close as my body shakes but he keeps going. And in this moment I realize, everything I've endured has been with him whether it's by my side or in my head. He's been there and everything ahead of me, in the future, I want to endure with him.

A/N: I feel like a little shit for not updating and I forgot what p.o.v. I write in and am too lazy to check but I really wanted to be in Layla's pov anyway there's literally like two chapters left. Also I've only written about sex once and it was awful, I'm not experienced so soz if it sucks. I laughed so hard writing it, I'm immature. Now time to go bathe in holy water! Also Hello to new readers! I'm Lucy.