Temptations: sexual corpanga one-shots

Intimacy

"I just want to have sex!" Screamed the most likely frustrated brunette. Her blonde best friend; Katy Hart, had let out an awkward laugh while the entire cafe had heard Topanga's need.

She immediately grabbed her friends hand, yanking her into the back room for more privacy. "You do realize the entire place knows of your horniness, correct?" Chuckled the blonde. Topanga rested her index fingers against her temple, rubbing each one slowly while growling lowly at Katy.

"Do I give a damn? Of course not!" She hissed, letting her head fall in between both legs. The blonde let out a simple sigh, believing this could be more than just Topanga wanting sex with her husband. The woman rubbed the brunettes back slowly, feeling how tense she had become.

"Topanga," Katy began. "When was the last time you two had penetration?"

The petite woman lifted her head, running a hand through her long locks while sighing. "In all honesty, it's something else I'm craving." She whispered. When the couple first wed, they had sex almost every night. Each night was contained with nothing but pure and raw intimacy between the two. Of course they hadn't discovered very many sexual positions, only knowing missionary and cowgirl. The thing Topanga enjoyed the most about the positions was the intimacy behind them. They were simple yet romantic entirely.

"I want to be intimate. Every time we have sex he just 'fucks' me rather then actually connecting. Sex is a physical contact between two human beings, an intimate and private act of showing love toward a significant partner. I feel like he's just having sex with me. I don't want to just have sex." The brunette ran a hand down her face, feeling a migraine form as she spoke about her issue with her husband.

Katy nodded slowly, trying to fully comprehend as to what Topanga wanted. "So you want to connect more?" She questioned.

The petite brunette groaned in frustration. "I want to make love! I don't want to be fucked in the vagina several times with Cory grunting like a pig! I wanna lay on my back and have his skin on mine. I want his hands in my hair and my forehead against his own. I want our eyes to meet while I reach my sexual high. I want to feel loved and appreciated!" Topanga had her fists clenched into a small ball, feeling slightly better about her situation.

Katy enveloped her arms across her chest, chewing her lower lip as she questioned on what to do for her friend. "Have you told him this?" She questioned, curiosity beating her. The brunette beauty sighed, shaking her head vigorously while releasing a frustrated grunt.

"I can't just 'tell him' Katy, that's not how it works. He's going to believe I want him to be gentler and that's not what I want! You just don't understand." She responded quite frustrated, running both hands through her thick locks.

The blonde rolled her eyes, sitting Topanga down against a box containing ingredients. "Look, I've had sex with more men than you have, Topanga. I should know, don't you worry about that. Try having sex with Shawn Hunter; the so called master of woman. Getting him to be intimate is as if you were to pull teeth from a squeamish child! Don't look too much into this, but maybe your husband is being so rough and careless during the activity just to match up to his buddy."

Topanga's brow had contorted together, her fingers fumbling together nervously. Sure, it wouldn't have been the first time Cory was competing with Shawn. Memories of her husband trying to get her laid at fifteen years old swarmed throughout her brain.

"Well Shawn's doing it."

Those hideous words still rang in her ears, only causing her to become even angrier than she had been ten minutes ago. "You're right. Maybe Cory is just being an insensitive ass-hole in bed because he needs to compete with his "buddy" Shawn Hunter once again!" The fiery woman stormed herself out of the back room, hurrying up to her home.