Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#23 - Fixing

*Shayne* ⚠️

Damien drove off silently, leaving me stood outside our apartment complex. I let myself in and trundled up to our floor, taking the stairs instead of the elevator to try and allow myself to plan out my apology for not waiting for Courtney. However, yet again, a plan never materialised, and so when I arrived outside our apartment, my mind was completely blank.

I knocked thrice upon our wooden door, leaving a second in between each strike. The door began to slowly open in a hesitant and cautious manner, and eventually I saw her. My Courtney. Her cheeks were black with stained mascara and tears continued to pour down her face. The usual radiant glow she possessed had disappeared, and a painful, hurt atmosphere had replaced it. Our eyes met and her top lip quivered as she fumbled with a tissue. Her very presence was eating away at my soul, fiddling with my heart strings.

"H-Hey Courntey," I said quietly.

Our eyes remained fixed, and nothing but regret and sorrow loomed behind her eyes.

"Listen, I'm sorry for leaving the apartment," I stated, more firmly this time.

Again, Courtney remained silent, however, her gaze averted down to my shoes.

"Courtney. It was killing me. Being away from you. And it was literally just a few hours."

Her gaze returned to my face, and a tiny flicker of joy sparked deep within her pupils.

I cleared my throat, "Damien found me, talked some sense into me. He said you spoke to Olivia."

Absolute silence continued to permeate throughout the room.

I resumed, "He said that she made you realise I'd never cheat on you."

Courtney opened her mouth to speak, but no sound was emitted.

"I hope you know that's true, Courtney. And I'm truly sorry, for everything that has happened, I-"

"Shayne," Courtney finally spoke up.

"Y-Yeah?"

She edged closer to me, and we were within touching distance, however, our bodies remained apart.

"I wish you would stop apologising, you didn't do anything wrong," Courtney warbled.

"But, I-"

"No. Shayne, I was the paranoid one. I was the one who drove you away, who branded you a cheater! I was the one who made you feel like shit, when I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, ever. I should be the one apologising, not you," Courtney stammered.

"Courtney, it's neither of our faults."

"Yes it is. It's mine. I-I'm sorry for being so jealous and over-protective of you all the time, I just never want you to leave me!" Courtney cried, finally allowing herself to break down into tears.

I instantly wrapped my arms around her and hugged her as tightly as possible.

"I'm never fucking leaving you! Never!" I growled into her neck.

Courtney nodded slightly as I pulled away. Subsequently, I cupped her cheeks and we kissed compassionately. I pulled her body in closer but didn't allow our lips to part. I then started to grind my body against hers as my tongue explored the interior of her mouth, and quiet, desperate whimpers escaped from her lips. Our bodies moved together in motion, and soon we crashed into the wall, with her back against it.

"N-Never leave me," Courtney moaned.

"We're together till the end," I replied, feeling her cold tears slide down my own cheeks.

She nodded again, still desperately kissing me, before seductively offering, "Let me make it up to you, Shayne."

I smiled slightly as we breathed into one another, touching all over each other's structures. My hand descended slowly down her body, starting at her make-up stained face, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, feeling her belly button, and then sliding into her panties, beneath her jeans. A pleasurable gasp shot out from her lips as her hips stuttered, and I felt the moisture dripping out of her.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" I whispered, biting her ear lobe.

"Giving you the b-best sex o-of your l-life," Courtney stuttered, still crying slightly.

I smirked and continued sucking on her ear lobe whilst playing with her genitalia with my right hand, and using my left hand to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear and explore the rest of her body. Courtney's back arched and her leg began climbing up to my hip as my fingers dangerously edged closer and closer to the hole between her vertical pink lips, and she was now dripping wet, very obviously too, as patches of her jeans were starting to darken and dampen. My index finger reached her clitoris, and after a few swift flicks, she was a complete moaning mess. A beautiful moaning mess...

Just minutes later I found myself atop Courtney's nude body beneath our bed sheets. She held me so close to her, I was certain she'd never let go. Our lips fused together and stayed that way, and as I entered her that mixture of pure bliss, pleasure and satisfaction exploded within me. Courtney's moans drove me to go faster and faster, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her fruity scent. Her nails then sunk into the flesh on my back, and I groaned in pain. She was spurring me to go even faster and deeper, and so I did.

After and hour or so we were both reaching our climax, and my hands were locked onto our wooden headboard. I was gripping it so tightly, my knuckles were turning white, and Courtney had hit her head on it multiple times, but she didn't seem to care. The two of us constantly declared our love for each other throughout the entire session, and when we both finished, I was sure it was the happiest I had ever felt. Courtney's countenance was laced with pleasure as her body shuddered, and I crashed down atop her, panting heavily.

The two of us struggled for breath as we embraced, and just moments later, I found myself nearing a deep sleep, holding my girlfriend protectively.

"No woman on this fucking planet is better than you, Courtney."

She blushed slightly as she buried her face in my neck, "I love you Shayne."

"I love you more."

And as always, Courtney ended that day by saying, "Not possible."