Wanted

•It Hurts•

     AN: Prepare your heart strings because they're about to be pulled, tugged, twisted, etc.. It's a long one.
{•Unedited•}
                        ~Atticus's POV~

I wake to the feeling of someone playing with my hair. Bex's lashes fan up to her brow bone as she looks at me with a small smile. Noticing I'm awake, her hand drops from in front of my face, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. I pull her closer, my hand pressed to the small of her back.
"What are you doing awake?" I ask, looking towards the window to see the sun is just now starting to rise. She doesn't say anything, just moves closer to me, hiding her face in my chest. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, right now. Which is making me worried." Closing my eyes again, I stroke her hair. She moves again, making my eyes snap once more. Her arm hangs over my side, fingertips running up and down my spine, her touch cold. I have to force my eyes not to travel down to her breasts that are being pushed up for attention by her "totally just to sleep in" bra; I highly doubt that's what she bought the little get up for.
"It's a good thing when nothing bad happens," I tell her. She shrugs, eyes finally meeting mine. "It's also something you should try to aim for."
"Yeah, that would be nice if every time I tried to relax something didn't happen," she says. She's not wrong. Every time things seem to be going right something has to come in and ruin it.
"We have to hope for the best," I tell her. She rolls her eyes, rolling onto her back. Her eyes tired eyes stare up at the ceiling, looking highly upset but that could just be her face. "Be happy."
"I'm trying," she says, not sounding present. Scooting closer to her, I move her hair away from her neck, giving me free access. She doesn't move when my lips make contact.
"Relax," I say, my lips brushing against her skin. My hand runs down the opposite side of her neck, only stopping momentarily to massage her breasts over the silky material. She shifts as I get closer to her hear. Her eyes flutter closed, allowing herself to relax into the mattress.
My hand slips into the front of her shorts, happy to find theres no extra barrier. Her brows pinch together, lips falling open to form "O". My middle and pointer fingers dip between her slit, already able to feel how wet she is by just touching her.
"No," she says, eyes snapping open as I'm about to put pressure on her clit. "I want you...you." Well that helped my ego. Pulling myself up, my tired muscles ache. Her arms wrap around my neck once in between her legs. She purposefully pressed her chest against mine, smiling against my lips.
"Did you really buy these just to sleep in?"
"No, I did because I knew they'd make you want me." As much as I love they way the shorts hug her hips, bringing out their natural curve, and the top compliments her breasts, I waste no time removing them from her body, disposing the thin pieces of fabric to the floor. Her cold hands push down my sweats, her heavy breaths fanning against my lips.
"You sure it's not gonna hurt?" I ask, remembering the last time we had sex. Time has passed, but she could still be right about there being scarring up there even though that's not necessarily what caused the pain and bleeding.
"I don't know," she says. I guess we'll have to find out. Reaching down, she positions me at her entrance, eyes locked on mine. "Either way I don't you being gentle." Not releasing her stare, I push into her, watching and admiring how her expression changes to pure pleasure. Her nails dig into my biceps, jaw clenching. I let out a content sigh, feeling her slowly relax around me.
I keep the pace slow, scared of causing her any pain. Despite my obvious concern, she visibly gets irritated the longer I keep it up. "It doesn't hurt. Please, go faster. Harder." I do as told, slamming into her repetitively.
"You're always so fucking tight and wet for me," I say through clenched teeth, leaning down to her ear. Her fingers tug at my hair, legs wrapping around my waist. If it wasn't six in the morning I would be doing a lot more to her, but the last thing I need is questions from
My neighbors asking "what that loud banging was."
"Fuck," she moans, her nipples stand out for attention, begging me for what she needs. As soon as my mouth makes contact theres no controlling her volume. Screw the neighbors. My hands grip her waist, my knuckles turning a grayish white. "You feel so good."
Her back arches off the bed as I bite down in her nipple, pulling on it. She winces, but it's followed by multiple cries of pleasure. My favorite thing about her sexually is that she can handle the pain with pleasure, never wanting one over the other, and I'm more than willing to give her both in this situation.
She pulls my lips back up to hers, moving her hips against mine, trying to match my frantic pace. Sweat beads out bodies, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead. Her moans get louder, nails scratching at my back that will leave marks in their wake.
"I'm close," she says, clenching around me. Seconds after she says that she's over the edge, her head thrown back in pleasure. I only last a little while after, groaning her name. She takes deep breaths, looking up at the ceiling. "Way to relax me."
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~Bex's POV~

"Why is there a gathering going on my room?" I ask, shutting the door behind me. I'm shocked to see Zav standing beside Alaric. Pandora is laying on my bed with her legs crossed, clasped hands on her lap. Her eyes are fixed on Zav, eyeing him like a piece of meat.
"I got here first to take your charger," Alaric says, holding it in his hand. At least he's honest. "Then the Wicked Bitch of The West got here again for some reason; she must actually like us. Then he showed up looking for you."
His eyes lock with mine. The last thing I want to do is talk to him after the problem he caused. He gives me a small smile, looking as uncomfortable me as I feel. "I thought you were going out of town?" I ask, setting my keys on Marissa's desk.
"I decided to stay back last minute," he says with a nod. I walk over to my bed, shoving Pandora's legs off. She groans, rolling her eyes at me. "I wanted to talk to you about...stuff, but it's not a good time," he says, looking at the two others in here. "Also to ask if you wanted to go out tonight?"
"Go...out?" I'm not sure what go out means anymore with him. Is friendly to him like it is to me?
"Yeah, I know a club around here. There's no one else I know who'll be down to go, so you were my best bet," he says, extending his arms to me for dramatics.
"I don't have good luck at clubs incase you haven't realized," I tell him, swinging my legs back and forth. Pandora looks at me with wide eyes, wanting to me stop talking. "I just don't think it's a good idea." Truth me told, I would love to go out tonight, but I'm trying to avoid another fight with Atticus. Him and I were good this morning, really good, and I want it to stay that way.
"Come on. I promise not to leave you alone and they can come with us," he says, gesturing to Pandora and Alaric. "And I promise not to kiss you again," he jokes, putting his hands up.
"YOU GUYS DID WHAT?!" Alaric yells. I run my forehead with my fingers, taking a deep breath.
"We'll go," I tell him to change the subject. I'm sure if I bring it up to Atticus before going he'll be okay with it. And if he's not, then we have to work on trust as well.
"Really?" All three of them say at the same time.
"Yeah."
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