Who To Love (GirlxGirl)

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Two women in a jumbled mess of hormones and sheets. Short labored breaths tint the night air. Rocking together as if willing themselves to forge as one in means to be closer, yet they were impossibly far. Each grunt and moan pierced the silence and only grew louder with every movement. Before long both women were shouting and shaking in that of immense pleasure.

Shifting, my eyes squeezed shut as my conscious gripped the blanket tighter around my body.

They've reached their limit and now was the time to either leave or stay and cuddle away the last of their energy. At one point I would have liked to stay and be polite. The thing is, I'm tired of doing things in order to make others comfortable. I've learned the hard way that it's impossible to be happy at the cost of not being yourself, but it's not like it matters at this point. I guess that's why I'm here, fucking the pain away.

Short huffs combined with the twists and turns, a haunting gesture of a sleepless night.

This was my fourth night with a fourth woman and it surely isn't my last. I'm not proud of the habit I've adapted to, but it's what's been keeping me by enough to feel something through the numbness. It's been tough these past few years and it seems to be getting even worse as time progresses.

Glancing towards my right I slipped into an easy facade of a lazy smile. The woman next to me returned the smile with one of content. Her dark red hair was splayed across the pillow she rested upon and her green hazel eyes draped in an exhausted manner. Leaning forward I placed a kiss upon her forehead and pulled her closer.

As much as I need and would rather want to leave, I had to stay a little longer. I knew woman like her, they want to be held after a long night of nothing but lust filled actions. They want to be comforted and sheltered from the real word. I could only return the favor and do her just that, if even for the little time it may last. No matter the spite of the contradictions within my previous train of thoughts.
"You should get some sleep, love." I whispered in a hoarse voice. Shifting closer to me, the brunette buried her head in the crook of my neck.

It was getting hot, and the blanket eventually found itself on the floor of my room.

20 minutes is all it took before I was gone with all my belongings. A tipsy state of the walk of shame, as my feet dragged unsteadily in front of the other. The walk to my house wasn't far. Eventually I found myself inside, tip toeing into my room without any detections.

I awoke with a start, as cold sweat stuck to the tan skin of my body. A giveaway that my racing mind was plaguing itself with tampered guilt. The accompanied headache proved that last nights dream, wasn't much of a dream at all. The light shining through the window forced my grey eyes to snap shut as I took in my surroundings.

A mess is what could be explained of the current situation. Hungover with... god what time was it? Cracking an eye open, I fumbled my way around for my phone before grasping it and taking a peak. It soon found itself tossed to the side. An hour. The time in which could be cut in half, and then some. Where the need to rush would satisfy my apathetic state of mind.

Instead, I was hungover with an hour before school started and had a hunger unknown to mankind. Propping myself onto an elbow, I retried the whole, taking in one's surrounding. Bare light blue walls made the room brighter than usual as the sun shone in this morning. The wooden floor consisted of the blanket I had shrugged off in the middle of the night, a dresser and a desk where my backpack was lazily strewn atop of. It was also where my art supplies resided, which was proven as paint brushes and random pencils were splayed about.