No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

No touching

No Emotion Involved
Jasmine's pov

The last couple of days have been unbearable. Absolutely un-fucking-bearable. Not because Daveed nearly raped me. Not because Stephanie went into an extreme state of depression (more on that later) and nearly tried to kill herself. But because Anthony had refused to touch me since Renée's birthday.

And its killing me slowly.

Right now, I'm lying on my sofa at home, next to Anthony . Instead of being wrapped around him, or completely ignoring the T.V. and making-out, like we usually do, he was sitting on one side of the sofa, focusing on the television, and I was on the other side, dying. Well, not literally, but ya know what I mean.

Yes, I have asked him why he won't touch me, and he's always told me I'm being paranoid, then kissed me softly to show me he wasn't avoiding me. But the kisses weren't like they used to be. They were hesitant and reluctant, instead of urgent and needy.

But, the thing was, I knew exactly why he didn't want to touch me.

Because of that almost-rape incident with Daveed . It was almost rape because, as soon as he'd yanked the only thing I had left covering myself away, I'd managed to remove the towel he'd used to gag me from my mouth. I had talked sense into him. I had found out that he was hopelessly and completely in love with Stephanie , and that they'd broken up, so he was trying to use my body to prove he didn't need her anymore when, in fact, he did. Very much.

When we'd left the bathroom, The gang were  fully-dressed again, and when I asked why, they said Anthony had texted saying they needed to come down to Joe's pub , and urgently.

When we got there, Anthony and Stephanie were the only people in the building, and Steph was crying. Daveed had begged us to give him some time alone with her, and we had.

When we left, Anthony revealed that Stephanie was extremely depressed because she loved Daveed , and Daveed apparently loved me. Well, he didn't, but poor Stephanie thought he did.

So, eventually, everything had been sorted out, and now Daveed and Stephanie were together and madly in love. (I know they aren't but it seems interesting ) When I told Anthony about Daveed nearly raping me, he did not take it well. It took me and the gang to keep him from ripping Daveed's head off. He was still majorly pissed at him, but Daveed kept Stephanie happy, and that kept Anthony from murdering him.

"Anthony ?" I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "Yeah?" He replied absently. "We need to talk," He turned away from the T.V. and looked at me. "Talk? About what?" I picked up the remote and switched the T.V. off. "You."

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Me?"

"Yup. You won't touch me, won't talk to me, and you'll barely even look at me. What the fuck's going on? Are you trying to tell me something? Do you want to break up with me?"

His eyes widened, and he seemed horrified that I would come to that conclusion. "No! No, or course I don't want to break up with you!"

"Well it's starting to feel that way!" He took my hands in his. "Please don't ever think that," He pleaded. I sighed, then stared down at my lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands around mine. Then, suddenly, he tilted my head upwards and kissed me with suck freaking amazing passion that I nearly collapsed. He tongue forced its way into my mouth, and it wasn't like those other half-assed kisses I'd gotten lately - it was fucking amazing. I tangled my fingers into his hair, and he groaned.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away from me completely and switched the T.V. back on, leaving me gasping on the sofa. "What... The... Fuck?" I choked out. He grinned at me. "Okay, I'm a fucked-up person," He said. "Huh?"

"Okay - here it goes... I haven't touched you or anything in a while because I felt like I would be taking advantage of you. You were nearly raped, and I'd read rape-victims stories, and according to them, you're supposed to feel vulnerable and scared and shit like that. But you didn't, apparently. You just acted normal - which confused me. I convinced myself that by touching you, or having sex with you, I'd be doing something as bad as what Daveed did-"

"No you wouldn't! What Daveed did was non-consensual, I didn't want it. But I want you. I always will."

He stared at me, then, suddenly, he was kissing me again. He shifted us so that I was lying on the couch underneath him, and he moved his lips to my neck. I nearly exploded from pleasure. "When's your mom coming home?" He gasped. "Not for another two hours,"I replied him. "Good," He muttered, sucking around where my pulse was, and I moaned. "Anthony ," I whimpered. "Enough of this foreplay shit. I need you," He nodded, and I could see the feeling was mutual.

Suddenly, clothes were flying, and his lips never left mine. His hands moved down to my breast, massaging them gently, then he moved his head so he was sucking one my nipple. Gah! It was so fucking good.

I fumbled with the waistband of his boxers, and he got the message and pulled them off. He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me quickly. He both moaned, and held still, enjoying the moment. "Its been way too long," He muttered against my lips. "You were the one keeping it from happening." I retorted as he slammed into me again. I gasped, then moaned. "Vulnerable, my ass," I continued. "Being scared of sex for a while would be anyone's logical response."

"Any rape victims logical response," He thrust into me again. "I wasn't raped," He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You almost were,"

"Almost," Thrust. "Being the keyword,"

He laughed a little. "Whatever you say,"

"Exactly. Now shut up and fuck me."

"Gladly,"

He kept up a steady pace, thrusting into me, and I could literally see stars. "God, jazzy , I love you so much," He moaned. I wasn't sure if I could speak coherently, so I just mumbled an 'Mm-hmm'. He smirked. "Are you incoherent?"

"Mmm," He laughed, then reached a hand down to where we were joined and stroked my clit with his finger. I literally fell to pieces in his arms, and I scream as I came. "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

He groaned, and came a few seconds after me. He fell down onto the couch, and I lay on top of him, my head on his chest. I knew I was about to fall asleep, but I needed to say something before I did.

"Anthony ?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you. So, so much."

"I love you too, Jazzy ,"