Unruled

You dont know me (end)

Nathan."

I slam my hands on the couch and stand up. "I give you the respect you women want so badly! Not even your names should we say without you thinking we are some kind of lower class peasants! So don't say my fucking name!"

She stumbles up the couch and towards me. Places her hand on my cheek then she says, " I don't think you are some lower class or a peasant. That's is just a s-stupid thing women do to make men feel less." Female continues to caress my cheek non stop while talking.

"Please don't judge me based on the rumors people say about us. Our worlds might be separated but we are somehow still here...together" Her hand slides behind my neck.

My breathing quickens as I stare into her golden eyes, she stares back and her lips part open. Her hearing skin warms my neck while she continues to stare up at my eyes. "You-" she stops me by bringing her pink lips closer to my mouth, only an inch apart.

"Gwen...my name is Gw-" My lips smash against her, she hungrily pushes back against my lips, her tongue brushing past my teeth and into an embrace with mine.

I pull her waist closer to me. I need more, I need to be closer to her. With her loose hand she brings it to my muscled arms and squeeze harshly as our mouths continue in a rhythmic way.

I break the kiss and look her in the eye. "Fem-Gwen... what are we doing?" I whisper, resting my head on hers. She giggles and kisses my neck, "I don't know, but I like it." I grab both her shoulders and push her back.

In return she grabs my hand and sucks my thumb. Oh fuck how good her mouth would feel around my...god no!

"Gwen, please..." her tongue swirls around my thumb in a erratic way. I let out a husky noise. "Gwen..." I whisper to myself, my head falling back.

She lets out a seductive laugh and suddenly stops, running back to the trash can and repeatedly gagging on a now empty stomach.

I kneel down and grab her hair out of her face.

"Gwen, what the hell were we doing?" This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this. We should even be thinking of each other. Why do I know her name? I shouldn't know her name...oh what is happening.

"I-I don't know... mmmmm" She lays on the carpet and by her calm and patterned breaths she's fallen asleep.

I carry her up the stairs and into our room. Her and my side of the room are separated, each side with a window the moon light shines through. Holding her limp body I lay her on the comfort of the bed, pulling the blanket up and around her. She still has shoes on and the vomit in her cheek, also makeup.

After removing her shoes and vomit off her face, I walk to the bathroom and grab some makeup removing wipes. I walk back to her and slide the wipes over her eyes and over her eyebrows. Removing every extra of makeup with a small, warm towel.

When I finish with Gwen I shower and check on her once again before falling asleep on my warm, comfy bed.