Sex // Emilio Martinez

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"I'm angry." Scarlett says walking into Emilio's room.

"Let me fix that for you babe." Emilio says smirking, walking towards her.

He pushes Scarlett up against the wall and hovers over her. Both breathing heavy, he slowly leans in. They kiss roughly as she moves her hand around his neck and the other in his hair. Emilio pulls her thighs up around his waist as he walks her to his bed. She lays kisses around his neck. Emilio throws Scarlett onto the bed taking off her pants. They both undress each other.

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Scarlett was an odd girl. She wasn't into pink things, or pretty dresses, and she definitely wasn't into love. Text her a 'good morning' and she'll probably scoff and wonder what you're doing with your life, just the thought of all the mushy relationship shit made her sick to her stomach. She wasn't always like this, it wasn't until her first heartbreak that she became weary of the idea of love. Everything just went downhill from there and in a few four months her heart went cold.

Emilio was the exact opposite. He craved loved and all he wanted to do was love someone, you could call him a hopeless romantic. This was bad, because the first day Emilio laid eyes on Scarlett he knew he had to have her. But Scarlett, all she wanted from him was a quick fuck here and there for an ego boost. It made him sad the the only times he got to see Scarlett was when she was spreading her legs for him, but that was exactly how Scarlett wanted it.

Scarlett opened the doors to Emilio's balcony and lit a cigarette.

"Scar?"

"Huh?"

"Do you think you could lay with me?"

"Emilio, you know I can't do that."

Emilio knew she would say something along the lines of that, that's what Scarlett said every time Emilio asked. He knew she didn't want any attachment. Emilio knew she was hurting, he just didn't know why; but he wanted to find out. He was determined to find out and fix her.