Author's note: slight smut warning.
Third Person POV
Fitz lifted Ro, letting her rest on his hips as he softly grazed his lips against her neck. The tension only growing stronger when he moved his hands from under her thighs to her butt.
"I'm- I'm nervous." She squeaks out.
"Why?"
"I haven't had sex since...y'know."
"Oh right duh." He mentally slaps himself.
He carries her to his room and presses her back against the door. They continue to kiss slowly, discarding their shirts in the tense moment.
"Wa- wait why are we on the door when there is a perfectly good bed over there?"
"You're so hot when you make sense." He hums in her ear.
They clumsily fall on the bed and continue to undress each other. They smile like idiots as they grope one another.
"You make me feel drunk." Fitz confesses as the dark girl licks a strip on his collar bone.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Mhm." He nods quickly in response.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Yeah." He climbs off of her and searches in the corner of his dresser pulling the packet out.
His fingers carefully curl in her panties, pulling them down to her ankles.
"You sure about this?" He asks, looking back up at her flushed face.
"Yes." She nods.
His fingers start to pump as she grips his biceps for support. The headboard thumps against the wall at a rhythmic speed. Her back arches in pleasure, letting her chest graze against his. They share quick kisses in between each of her moans.
He molds his body into hers as he gets comfortable between her thighs after rolling the condom onto himself. His light hold becomes almost painful. His hips begin to rock quickly on the mattress. She swallows her needy moans as he goes even faster.
"Dadd-"
"Guys I- Holy shit!"
"Shit." Fitz grumbles as Ro screeches.
The couple look over at the bearded man trying to find the door knob with his eyes closed.
"Guys I'm really scared right now! I really want to get out but I'm afraid to open my eyes right now!" Trace gives up on finding the knob and curls up in a ball in the corner.
They separate immediately, Fitz reaches for his basketball shorts and Ro pulls some of his boxers up her legs with shakey hands.
"You can open your eyes now you idiot." Fitz glares before rubbing his hands down his face.
"That... was terrifying." He gets up and quickly makes his way out of the room.
///
"How did you even get in?" Ro asks, comforting Trace on the couch.
"A spare key that Fitz gave me."
"For emergencies!" He yells back.
"It was an emergency! Neither of you were answering the phone. I though you guys got murdered."
"The only one being murdered here is you!" Fitz runs towards him but Ro stops him.
"Hey! No one is being murdered. Sit down. Things happen, it wasn't on purpose."
"I didn't even think you guys were that far in your relationship. I'm the one that's scarred for life." Trace points out.
"Oh stop being a drama queen." Ro smiles and pushes his shoulder playfully.
She looks over at Fitz who's giving her a look she's never seen before. She's never been looked at with such fondness.
That's when she realized she made the right decision with him.
She no longer felt that strong need to end her own life when he looked at her like that.
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Guns and Rose
Humor(Spin-off book of Aesthetic) A suicidal girl named Rosaline is too scared to kill herself and openly tries to get a murderer to do it for her but it doesn't go as planned. /// "Are you crazy, you almost died!" "I know right, I was so freakin' close...
