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A soft rustling caused me to wake. I open my eyes slowly, confused at first because I don't remember falling asleep. The first thing I see was her, eyes still shut and mouth slightly open. Soft and steady breaths as her chest rose and fell. I inched myself closer and started to run my ringers down her arm. Even with the bruise and the fresh cut to her lip, she was so beautiful, delicate looking. I moved the hair from her face and used the back of my finger to caress her cheek, following the structure of her cheek bone. She stirred slightly and her eyes flicker open. Confusion at first then her faced immediately softens. "Good morning." Her voice quiet and broken up. "Good morning." She turns to lay on her back. I inch even closer, putting a arm over her stomach. I felt this moment could last for eternity and I'd be satisfied with that. I breath her in, and listen to the air escape her lungs. Her hard exterior that she builds up felt miles away from the girl I laid with now."Any classes today?" I kept my voice quiet, making sure not to interfere with the stillness of our room. "Not till 4:30, you?" "That's rough." She turned to look at me with confusion. I bring my phone to her eyes. 4:37 p.m. it read. "Fuck." She draped her arm over her eyes and sighed deeply before throwing herself forward and rustling with her clothes. I observe her from the bed, tank top strap dangling over my shoulder and my hair is disarray. The light rays streamed through the window, dust particles dancing about. My eyes study her bare stomach. How her body shifts and muscles become more apparent with her movements. She threw on clothes without a second thought and turned to the door about to leave when she turns back to me. Her eyes scan my barely clothed body in its most natural state. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and takes a deep breath. "I'll be back in a hour. Be here when I get back, ok?" She demanded and I have no complaints. She swiftly turns and leaves the room.

I await her arrival, like a wife who's husband was shipped off to war. I read through her class notes and trace her handwriting, memorizing all the little imperfections in the way she writes. I open her bedside drawer out of boredom and I see little bags of green substance, pre rolled blunts, a couple different lighters and her journal. I picked up the leather faced book and run my finger along the spine. Curiosity peaked, I opened it to the front page. Smudged doodles and some one liners strewn the paper. I learned she was quite the artist and had a lot of emotions that she preferred to write rather than express. She wrote about her days and little sentences that form into poems. I make my way through a few pages, feeling guilty about it now."All those promises at sundown, I meant them like the rest." My brows come together as I read words. I try to decode it but clearly it's not meant for me to understand. I set the journal back in the drawer and close it shut, promising myself to never snoop again.

I showered, cleaned up the room and scrolled on my phone for what felt like hours awaiting her arrival. The feeling of abandonment was starting to wear on me. The sun had set, the room was dark and I missed her. It was as simple as that. The door creaked, and light was let into the room once more. "Hey- I'm sorry I didn't know it would take that long." Her voice was quiet when she spoke. "It's fine." I was being more dismissive than I meant to be. I quickly changed my attitude as I was scared of making the wrong move, her leaving me and not coming back this time. "How was it?" "It was fucking ass." She threw her book bag on the floor and sat with me on the bed. A frustrated exhale as she rubbed in between her brows. I scooted closer and rested my cheek on her shoulder, applying pressure to her lower back in a circular motion with my hand. "That's nice." I felt her move her head to rest lightly on mine."I've missed you." "Oh yeah? How bad?" "Bad."

I lift my head and to look her in the face. Her eyes darken, body language matching her stare. She leaned forward placing her fingers gently along my jaw, holding me in place. I leaned closer to her face, wanting to close the gap. She leaned in also, our lips were close enough I could feel the warmth emitting from them. I felt my body melting under just the thought of kissing her. She grinned, feeling great pleasure from my desperate body language. I was under her control and that's how she liked it. She placed a small kiss on the corner of my mouth and then another on my lips, lingering and letting me move my tongue more hungrily. Her hand tightened on my jaw and she slid her palm down to my throat, squeezing. I let a moan escape, opening my mouth for her to enter. I wanted to feel the wetness and warmth of her tongue in more than one place. I began to push myself forward, impatience causing me to want to get on top of her to feel her under the weight of my body. She forced me down to the bed now on top of me, one leg on the outside and one in between my own. We parted lips and she looked me in my eyes. Panting with lips slightly apart. I scan her face as she did mine, her hunger grew more out of hand and my need to be satisfied did too. I lift my leg from under her and let my knee grind against her and watched her closely. Her eyes close and a soft whimper fill my ears, a noise so sweet I never heard from her before. "I hope you know what you're doing because I'm not letting you go." She spoke harshly, her hands yank down my shorts along with my underwear, pulling my shirt up to my neck. She ran her hands forcefully up my torso, gripping and pulling at my thighs and breasts. She dipped her head down, planting wet kisses along my torso, sucking as she got to my breasts. Her teeth sunk into my flesh making me quiver. "Open." She lifted herself up, tapping the outside of my thigh. I move my leg that was in between hers and place it on the outside, I put my knees up allowing more access. She smirked at my eagerness to obey her. Normally I'd try to play hard to get but my body was complying to get what I wanted, what I needed.

I follow her half hooded eyes as they went down in between my legs. I held my breath, bracing for what's to come. She placed kisses along my inner thighs, inching closer to my clit. I felt her hot breath brush up against cunt. I felt her tongue glide along my slit. "Fuck-" I whimper and I bite my bottom lip, trying to contain my noises. It's been awhile since anyone had gone down on me, making me sensitive to a new extreme. She sucks and plants kisses around my clit, teasing me. I move my hips closer, aching for more. "Stop." She hooks her arms around my legs, holding them in place. My thighs began to sting under her fingertips. Her tongue lightly brushed over my clit causing my back to arch. I felt a wetness drip down my folds as she picks up the pace. She began to get more forceful, tongue flicking my cunt and reaching inside. "Ah-Hh mm-m-" I bite down on my hand to muffle my voice. I place my hand on her head to encourage her to not stop. My fingers interwoven in her hair and I began to tighten my grip. This seemed to rile her up more. My thighs closing around her head and she'd force them open again, slapping my pussy as punishment. My eyes rolled back in my head, my brain went somewhere else. My body just reacted to how it was being violated like a dumb fucked whore. I twitched and convulsed under every swipe of the tip of her tongue.

Her middle finger glided along my entrance and she not so slowly entered my hole. She pumped faster and faster. "AH-hh o-oh fuck-" My eyes shut and tears slip down my face. I lift my legs for deeper access. She stood on her knees now, one hand holding the back of my leg over her shoulder while the other went to town on my pussy. Thrust after thrust, her hunger couldn't be satisfied. She slipped a second finger in and a third. "MM-mm El-ellie" I tug and pull at my nipples, looking at her as she watched me experience euphoria. She brows were furrowed, lips apart and veins exposed themselves on her working arm. "El- I'm gonna cum-" I choked on my words, barely able to get them out. "Cum for me baby." Her tone wasn't sweet or inviting. They were cocky and patronizing which only made me reach my peak faster. My body spasmed and bucked as she continued to pump into me, riding me out until the end.

My body stilled and I was left panting, tear stained cheeks and a vibrating that wouldn't settle in between my legs. I covered my eyes with my arm as embarrassment was starting to kick in. I felt the bed shift and she took her place next to me. I gain the courage to turn to her and she met me with a smirk that grew on her lips. I couldn't help but laugh I mean I don't know how we got to this point. We we're talking and now I'm laying naked with a girl who just fucked my brains out...again."Soo..." She lifted her head and brought her arms to rest underneath them, cheeks red and little beads of sweat settled on her forehead. "Sooo." I chuckle and turn to lay facing her. "How was it?" "I mean- it was fine." "Wow! okay." She half scoffed half laughed. "I have to keep you humble." I make my way on top of her, one knee on each side of her waist. "You think I need humbling?" She chucked, placing a hand on my side and gripped lightly. "Oh- absolutely you do." I trail my fingers down her torso and continued to the hem of her jeans. I fumble with buttons and began to pull down the zipper when she placed her hand on top of mine, stopping me. "What are you doing?" Her voice became quiet as she looked at my face in a leering manner. "It's your turn?" I questioned her like she was suppose to know what I was doing."You don't have to do that." "But I want to." I remove my hands from her jeans, eyebrows come together in confusion. "It's just- usually I'm the one that does it." She scratched her eyebrow and shifted under me."Do you not want me to?" Scared to make her uncomfortable but at the same time wanting reciprocate the gesture. "It's not that- it's just... I don't know how to explain it." She seemed flustered, tripping over her words. "I want to make you feel good." My voice was just above a whisper, I pout my lips. It was the truth plus I wanted control for once, picturing her back arching under my touch.She rolled her eyes and looked at me, a smile creeped onto her lips. "Making you feel good makes me feel good." "Don't give me that shit. If you don't think my skills are going to be up to your standards then just say that." "Oh c'mon sky- that's definitely not it." Her eyes couldn't roll any further back into her head. I back off the subject, scared to enter uncharted waters. I figured she had her reasons but for one reason or another didn't want to dive into that tonight.

I roll off and plop down next to her, using the sheets to cover my still naked bottom half. I shifted uncomfortably as the bed underneath me was wet and cold from our acts of intimacy. I stare at the ceiling and I feel eyes pierce the side of my face. I let out a deep sigh and study the plaster that form little shapes on the ceiling. "What's so interesting?" I make it known that I was aware of her observations. "I could ask the same about you." I turn and give her a fake evil eye. Her attention now on the ceiling pretending to find it very interesting."You're such an ass." "It seems to work on you." I hide a laugh and pretend to be annoyed. Oh how it does work on me. We lay together in silence, not awkward or eery but comforting and peaceful. My hand finds hers on the bed in between us and I intertwined our fingers. I stroke over her callous and scarred hand, I study where each wrinkle, curve start and end. "It's just- I hate being vulnerable like that. It's not something I'm use to." Her words falter, unsure of her phrasing. "You don't have to explain yourself. It's okay." "I know- it's just you were so open and you trusted me-" "Ellie- it's okay. Really." I prop myself up, eager to ease her worries. I raise my hand to move that stubborn stand of hair out of her face, thumb rubbed lightly on her cheek. She cups my hand in her own and we lock eyes. We exchanged looks that only felt like a mutual understanding, a common ground. I'd wait for her for how ever long it takes for her to feel comfortable and she'd try to do so. I've spent a lot of time with the girl but there's still so much to learn.

The next day we awoke slowly, together side by side. It's been a common thing the past couple of nights, neither of us wanting to sleep separately now that we know the bliss is was to have a warmth beside you while you slept. A nightmare that caused you to stir and to have someone fight them away. I basked in her smell, the warm and piney aroma that sunk into my clothes and hair. To watch her while she was asleep and how much younger, innocent and righteous she looked compared to how she was awake. Part of me felt like I imagined her, like she was a figment of my imagination. I felt as if I simply stopped thinking about her, talking about her that she'd be gone. I desperately wanted to keep her close but not too close. Afraid that if I held her too tight she'd break, but maybe it wouldn't matter in the end because not everything that's broken can be fixed.