𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 | 𝐜.𝐛

22

Trigger warning towards the end

Colby

My fingers trace the skin of Noelle's thigh. She's lying in bed next to me watching a show on Netflix. 

"You okay?" Elle asks me, looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah, just relaxing with you." She pauses the show and rolls over to face me. 

"You seem like you're feeling better than you were earlier."

"I do. That guy was pissing me off."

"Well," she smiles, putting her hands on my bare chest and resting her chin on top. "He's gone now and I wasn't even paying any attention to him."

"I know," I reply, running my fingers through her hair. "It was him I didn't trust."

"Well, it's over now so," she shrugs. I chuckle and kiss her head.

"Has Peter messaged you at all?"

"Nope," she says, popping the p. 

"That's great."

"Maybe when Elton told him to fuck off, he took a hint," she smiles. I smile back and flip our positions. She wraps her arms around my neck.

"How did I get lucky enough to have an angel come and save me." 

"I'm far from an angel, Cole." The name sounds sweet on her lips. My lips connect to hers out of dire need and want. Her fingers knot themselves into my hair as she smiles into the kiss. I begin unbuttoning the oversized shirt of mine she was wearing.

"What makes you say that?" I groan. When I get the shirt fully unbuttoned, I begin kissing down her torso. 

Noelle

He trails his lips back up my body before finally reconnecting ours. My hands find his jaw and he finds my back. He pulls me closer to him. Our lips dance across each other. With a twist of my hips, I flip our positions. I lean closer to him, my lips graze his ear.

"Because I can be bad too," I whisper, before kissing the skin below.

"Fuck," he groans. He grips my hips firmly before leaning closer to my ear. "This is a game we can play, Baby Doll, but you won't win." Before I can answer, he flips our positions. He pins my hands above my head with one of his. His grip is light but firm. He begins placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and chest.

"What about everyone else?" I gasp.

"They're all out for the weekend. It's just me and you." He pulls my underwear down in one swift motion. The cold air against my core makes me gasp. He moves my hands to my stomach but keeps them bound. The next thing I feel is his lips against me. Gasping, I arch my back off the bed. Then his tongue presses against me.

The feeling he gives me is euphoric. It's like every time his skin brushes mine, I get even higher on him. From the feeling of his lips against mine to how his fingers brush through my hair. Every feeling he gives me is euphoric. He knows it too. He knows how easily he can drive me crazy.

He kisses back up my body, not letting an inch of skin go untouched. His lips are warm against me. When he reaches my neck, he is sure to leave his mark. He moves my hands back up to over my head. With his free hand, he replaces where his lips once were.

"You drive me fucking insane," he groans into my ear. I moan back a response. 

"Colby," I gasp as his fingers curl inside me. "P-please."

"Please what?" He taunts. He knows he has absolute control over me. Frankly, I want him to.

"Have me," is all I have to say for him to reconnect our lips. He releases my hands and I immediately tangle my fingers in his hair. He reaches over to his bedside table and blindly searches for something. He stops and looks me in my eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asks seriously.

"Yes, I promise," I assure. 

"Okay," he replies. He pulls out a condom and opens it. He leans closer to me as he puts it on. "I'll go easy, okay?"

"Okay," I breathe. He's always gentle with me. He knows I'm broken. Broken things need pieces to be fixed. He's filled in my missing pieces. He's cared for me as no other person has before. He wants to see me smile. His hands tangle in my hair and I leave my mark on his back. Yet, with everything going on, he's still gentle with me. He pulls out, throws the condom away, and kisses my forehead. We pull up our underwear. He leaves his shirt off and I leave mine unbuttoned.

"I love you," he whispers to me. He pulls me into him and kisses my head. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I laugh lightly. He laughs too.

"Was I your first?" He questions softly. My eyes meet his. He presses his hand into mine.

"Yeah," I smile. "I don't think I was yours."

"Sadly, you weren't. Oh, what I would give to let you be my first."

"We can't change the past though."

"No, we can't," he breathes. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course," I smile, sitting up in the bed. He runs his fingers along my legs.

"You're the first girl I've said 'I love you' too."

"Really?" I ask, astonished.

"Yeah. Growing up I was never fond of being vulnerable and relying on someone. It's just how I was. In my mind, the more people you surrounded yourself with, the more goodbyes you'd hear. I guess it was just who I was. It was like that for a while. Even when I met you I told myself to not get attached," he chuckles. "But getting attached to you was the best choice I think I've ever made."

"Awe," I coo. He smiles and waves me off playfully. "Henry hated when I would have people over. It could be a girl but he still hated it. One day, I did bring a boy home. I was thirteen. By that age, I knew what hours Henry was home and when he wasn't. Well, this boy um..." my voice trails off. Colby sits up and takes my hands into his warm ones. "He was my first official crush so I was excited that he was even talking to me. I was also nieve when I was thirteen. We got to my room. Everything was pretty normal until about thirty minutes later.

"He began touching me and because I was young and nieve, I let him. The next day at school, he told people what he did. I was called so many different things on top of Henry's abuse," I sniffle. A shallow cry leaves my lips. Colby wipes away any stray tears that leave my eyes. "I felt like the world was against me. I wanted to die, Colby. Hell," I laugh dryly at the memory. "I tried."

"Elle..." his voice trails off.

"No, you want to know the best part?" I question. He looks at me with all of the sorrow and hurt two icy eyes can muster. "Henry didn't care. I starved myself for four days. Four days! He didn't give a shit." I push off the bed and pace around Colby's room, trying to calm down. It doesn't work. Words keep leaving my lips. "It wasn't even him who found me. He had a girl over that night and she found me next to a bottle of the sleeping pills I took when I had nightmares. Hell, my life was a nightmare at that point. She took me to the hospital because Henry was too drunk to. She did one thing and was already more of a parent than he ever was." Colby's hands are on my cheeks.

"Breathe okay?"

"He hurt me so much," I cry. "He never cared about me."

"Shh," Colby coos, "It's okay, it's all over now."

"He broke me," I cry softly. Colby pulls me into him tighter as he sits us back on the bed. He doesn't speak, just lets me cry.

"I love you," he whispers once I'm done.

"I love you more."

"Not possible."