runaways || h.s

seven;

                Lola hadn’t really thought about what would happen when she got there, not that she really actually thought about anything anymore, but she really didn’t even think about what she was currently doing. She had what she thought were better things to be doing than thinking about what was actually important anymore.

                The door opened and a clearly high James stood on the other end, a clear glass that was half filled with some kind of alcohol in his hand. A lazy half-smile crossed his lips and he grabbed Lola by the waist, pulling her into his home and instantly slamming her against the wall with their bodies pressed together. The liquid in his cup sloshed around until he brought it to his lips and took a small sip before handing it off to Lola who took a generous sip of her own.

                “God you look hot,” James slurred, his hands traveling down the length of her thigh to hoist up her bottoms. His palm then traveled back up to the lacy knickers she adorned before slipping a single finger inside.

                “You know,” Lola said, her voice small compared to James’ confident and strong one. “I was beginning to think you’d never call again.”

                His digit had now inched its way to her center and was pressing in, his breath hot and heavy against the base of her neck. Her breathing was also hot, but in short spurts as she held it in every time her pumped; each more deep and rough than the last.

                “Your sex wasn’t quite like the others and I missed it a bit.” His words were like ice and there was no hidden meaning behind the reason he called her tonight. She’d realized it, but she didn’t want to be alone anymore, not at home, not anywhere. And she wasn’t alone right now because James was here, whether his intentions were for the good or bad, she’d decided on staying.

                The two had moved further into the rather large flat. Their hands – and bodies – were tangled up in each other and their lips found a place to land again each time they came up for a breather. James’ fingers had worked on her lower region in the hall and she was still throbbing and sensitive so whenever he’d start his mission downwards again, she’d tremble beneath his touch and would pull his hand up again and tell him to wait a bit.

                “Don’t make me wait, kitten,” He mumbled against her collar bone, his pet name only adding to the list of reasons why Lola should just go because he only wanted sex from her, nothing more. His tongue flicked out to wet the skin and he proceeded to suck and bite at the smooth wet spot.

                Lola took a breath; deep and slow. “Okay,” was all she said before James had his grip tightly around her upper arm and hoisted her up onto his waist, carrying her off to one of his multiple bedrooms.

                The door was pushed open and Lola’s back was slammed down against the plush bed, James’ mouth instantly reattaching to the smooth skin of Lola’s neck and shoulder. The rest of what happened went by slow and much more to James’ pleasure than Lola’s. He was in it for the sex and she was in it for the company. But when it was over and James rolled over to reach for a cigarette on the side table, he mumbled that Lola knew the way out and he’d be calling soon for more. She didn’t argue – or say much of anything, in fact – and left with what was left of her dwindling dignity.

                Harry was lying on the couch when Lola entered, her body chilled to the bone and hands shoved deeply into her pockets to keep from freezing any further. Harry barely noticed her enter, a joint to his lips and a cloud of smoke circling in front of his face.