Situations Are Irrelevant Now

Not-So-Cruel Intentions

Chapter 26: Not-So-Cruel Intentions

[A/N]: This chapter contains references to sexual situations. Unfortunately, because of the rating, I had to tone it down a lot just to be safe. Hope it's still enjoyable to read! 

I had everything planned out. All it would take is a little romantic comment here and there, some sexual tension...and then right in the middle of it all, I'd tell her exactly how much I never loved her.

Yet as she stood in front of me, with wide eyes and tearstained cheeks, I knew I wouldn't be able to go through with it so easily. It's safe to assume that she missed me and was concerned while I was incarcerated, but I knew that's not what these tears were from.

The rain probably reminded her of her parents' death. Whatever she was feeling right now would probably make whatever pain I'd cause her pale in comparison. Of course I was still pissed about what she did last night, but that could wait...it's not like I'm going back to jail anytime soon.

Nevertheless, the fact that I was even debating any of this...the fact that I felt this much sympathy was almost nauseating.

"Are you okay?" she asked after several awkward minutes of silence.

Sitting on the ground next to her, I smirked, hoping it would conceal any signs of uneasiness. "I'll be just fine as soon as I get my hands on you," I replied.

As I stood up to pull the ratty, drenched curtain over the window, I realized that revenge wouldn't be entirely out of the question tonight. Megan might be fortunate enough to get a pass for now, but I don't think Craig will be as lucky.

"You had your hands on me," she said softly, "but then you backed off. What do you think you're doing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I teased, stealing a quick kiss on her lips as I hooked a finger around her bra strap and tugged it down her shoulder.

Much to my surprise, she shrugged my hand off and scooted further up the couch. Wasn't this what she wanted the entire goddamn time she's known me? "Yeah, I would like to know," she replied, adjusting her strap and crossing her arms over her chest.

How did she turn the tables on me? I came in here with a singular purpose, and now I don't know what the hell I'm doing. "All I want to do right now is be close to you..."

She slouched into the couch and stared up at the leaky ceiling. "You were close to me," she mumbled, "or did you forget those moments just before you backed away?"

I scoffed. "Look, a lot has happened in the last day. I'm sorry if my mind is too scattered for your liking."

Her stern expression softened slightly, but a stubborn pout was still very evident. "I know you've been through a lot...but you should know that it affects me, too," she murmured. "I haven't been able to sit still or exhale without my breaths feeling shaky..."

"Of course I know that you've been through a lot. It takes a special person to deal with all my shit," I said, grinning a little at the sight of her smile. "I'm here now, so you don't have to be alone."

This time, instead of doing something sleazy like trying to take off her bra, I cupped her face in my hands and peered into her wide brown eyes before placing my lips up against hers. The kiss was gentle at first, and it almost pained me to feel her hesitance. I'd like to think it was because this is one of the only times she's ever not given me what I wanted...but that probably wasn't the case.

She grabbed onto my wrists as she tilted her head in my grasp. Her lips parted just enough for me to run my tongue along her lower lip. Despite the way our bodies were tangled, there was still just enough room for her hips to buck against mine as her fingers hungrily reached for my belt buckle. In a matter of a few quick seconds, we discarded our clothes and lay back down on the couch.

How could I resist the way she was lying there...with her legs parted wide open, an easy invitation? Even if things didn't go quite the way I wanted them to, at least I'll have an excellent consolation prize. I smirked to myself before gripping her shoulders and spinning her around so that she was on her hands and knees before I entered.

Once I gained a steady, satisfactory pace, I tugged on her hair before pushing it to the side and exposing her bare shoulder and neck. Starting with a trail of kisses down her neck, I waited until I got to just the right spot where the neck dips into the shoulder to bite down.

"Ronnie," she moaned. "I love you so much."

As instinctual as it is for me to take a breath every few seconds, the words just spilled from my lips. "Love you too, babe." What.

It's not like I could just grab the words midair and shove them back down my throat...and even if I could, I don't think I'd be able to, not after seeing that cheesy grin on her face.

The rain began falling even harder and drops leaking through the roof became more noticeable, running down my sweaty back. Guess that's a sign to wrap things up here. After all, I had other non-Megan things on the agenda tonight.

With a faster thrust and a tight grip on her hips, both of us came almost simultaneously. I backed away from the couch, though managed to keep an eye on her as I rummaged around the dark room in search of my clothes. The smile had weakened, but was still present on her lips as she sprawled across the couch and her chest heaved with each deep breath she took.

I pulled the tattered curtain aside and was pleased to see that the lights were still on inside – which presumably meant that everyone, including Craig, was still awake. I stepped into my pants, but left the belt hanging loosely from my waist. My shirt was thrown halfway across the room and wasn't quite worth the effort to retrieve just yet.

Words didn't seem to be needed between us – what else was there to say after all that? With a soft sigh, I returned to the couch and slid behind her. She rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes, subconsciously tracing the tattoos on my arm. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but at some point she had fallen comfortably asleep. If I didn't get up now, the same would surely happen to me.

As carefully as possible, I crawled off the couch and covered her with a blanket. I knew that she wouldn't feel it, but I kissed her cheek anyway. It made me feel better somehow... I grabbed my shirt and climbed down the ladder. Before sneaking inside the house, I patted my pocket and smirked as I felt the switchblade.