“Right there,” he smiled against your neck, his left hand moved from your hip to the front of your panties, moving under them. “May I?”

You nodded, swallowing harshly, eyes closed as the heat in your body overwhelmed you. 

“Sofia? May I?” He cleared his throat, standing back straight and looking down at you. 

“Yes, please, now,” your voice sounded strained, almost as if you were in pain. You kind of were, everything hurt, your entire body screamed for his touch, burning in its absence. Benedict’s fingers finally moved on, and you exhaled in relief as he came in contact with your folds. A moan, a plea, something left your mouth. You were wet, soaked, it had all been so fast, but your body had not wasted a moment, knowing exactly what was coming when he had stood up from the couch. 

His fingers moved through your folds, and you gasped as he brushed against your clit. Benedict studied each one of your expressions, you were his favourite book, after all, and he had been kept from your pages for too long. It was a shame that your eyes were closed, that your lips were parted, and your heartbeat filled your ears because you missed the complete look of adoration with which your professor studied each one of your features, almost as if he was truly seeing you for the first time in months, almost as if he was scared he would need to recount you from memory at some point.

He moved his fingers inside of you and watched as your left hand pulled on his shirt, holding it tightly. He noticed how you lifted on your tiptoes, involuntarily trying to escape the pleasure. He could barely hear your whispers, too focused on you, on your eyelashes, your knitted eyebrows, your plump lips and the way a stray strand of hair covered your cheek. Then he moved his thumb, circling your clit, and you melted under his touch. Your head fell back, and moans and whines substituted your pleads as you turned into liquid just for him.  

“Don’t stop,” you finally spoke again, pulling on the nape of his neck towards you. He complied right away, his lips moving to yours and kissing you. A sweet kiss, inconsistent with the lurid moans interrupting it every couple of seconds. His lips kissing you with all the love and his fingers fucking you with all the need.

You couldn’t keep up with the kiss, so he pulled away, hand cupping the back of your neck and jaw, letting you lay on it as you mindlessly chased your pleasure. He looked at you again as you leaned on his hand, his just his; he couldn’t believe he had gotten to make you his again. 

All of the sudden, you moved again, biting tightly on your lip as you screwed your eyes tighter. You scratched his neck, but he didn’t mind. He hoped it had left a mark. He increased the pace. He wanted to feel you coming. He wanted to make you come all night. He wanted to make sure you could see just how much he had missed you. 

Your legs started shaking, so he moved his free hand to your hip, keeping you still. You were there, right there, and then you opened your eyes, and it hit you all at once. The blue of his eyes echoed the wave of pleasure that tackled your body, almost dropping you to your knees, both of your hands reaching for his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you watched him watch you, sharing a new unbreakable bond. His, you were his.

Benedict broke the tension with a smile as he slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips and cleaning them up. You stood there frozen, watching in awe the scene. “I love you,” you finally whispered, as his smile grew wider. 

“You have no idea how much I love you,” he whispered back, lowering himself to kiss you again. Both of your hands reached in between your bodies to pull on his shirt, feverishly trying to get the buttons to open. 

His hands came to hold yours, stopping you in your movement, “I have a call tomorrow early in the morning….” He pulled his body away from your grip, giving you a tight lip disappointed smile. Your eyes fell to his watch as you realised how late it had gotten. 

“It won’t take long….” you whispered, pouting your lip and sliding your hands from under his shirt, feeling that body you had missed so much.

“I want it to take long, Sof. I want to give you the attention you deserve but also need at least some sleep.” He had to keep himself together, trying to hold his ground. He wanted you so badly but knew the importance of tomorrow’s meeting.

“What’s the call for?” You took your hands from under his shirt, hugging his torso instead, snuggling your cheek against his chest. 

“I have a job interview,” you felt him stiffen under your touch. He didn’t want to explain any further. 

“Where?” You bit your lip, instantly regretting the question. 

Benedict pulled you away from his body, cupping your cheek and lifting your gaze to his. “I’m not taking the job…” he sighed, trying to convey the truthfulness of his words, “I just need the leverage.” 

You wanted to believe him but his hesitation in answering the question formed a knot in your stomach, making your lip shake just so slightly. He saw the sadness in your eyes and held onto you tighter. 

“I promise, Sof. I want to be chair here.” He doubled down, explaining what he meant with leverage. 

“Where would the other job be?” You asked again, needy to know where he would be, even if it were the slightest chance.

“Australia… that is why I have to wake up extra early tomorrow,” he explained himself, his eyes scrutinising every single part of your face. 

“Australia…” you whispered back, lowering your gaze, thinking about it… “too many spiders, right?” 

“Yes, my love.” Benedict gave you one of those rare big crooked smiles as both of his hands had reached your face before pressing you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly, “way too many spiders and too little you.” 

…

You woke up to an empty bed, swallowed by Benedict’s soft duvet, stretching and smiling, taking in the moment. The light in his bedroom was so beautiful. It was so welcoming. You wondered if his parents’ house was as lovely if you’d be able to love it as much as you love this one. 

You could only wonder how the rooms looked, how many books Benedict would have allowed you to buy, and how much bigger the following Christmas tree would have been. Your thoughts moved to his family, how excited you were to meet them eventually, once this confusing mix-up was over. You wondered if his parents would like you, what they would think about your age. Whether his sister would like you, you had always wanted a big family, a sister, and they seemed to be very close to each other. Even the thought made you extremely happy. 

After a few restful silent minutes, you left the room to look for the professor, hoping his interview/meeting was done. The house, however, was utterly silent, every room emptier than the last. You found comfort in the couch, turning on the TV for background noise and checking your phone. 

“Dress shopping today? ;)” Tom’s message read and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling excitement pool in your chest. 

“Yes, sir. What time is best for you?” You replied quickly, noticing he had texted you at 5 a.m.

“Whenever you and Benedict are done making up, I am free.”  He replied quicker than expected. 

“HOW?” you typed confused, wondering if Benedict had told him.

“I know it all, my love. There is nothing you can keep from me ;)” you chuckled at his message, noticing how much these two were no different than Year 7 best friends, gossiping about their relationships all day long.

The door of the apartment opened and you stood up excitedly, ready to see the man of your dreams again and hopeful he had brought breakfast. You ran to the corridor ready to swing your arms around Benedict when you were stopped in your tracks, your eyes meeting with a familiar face. 

“Sofia?” The woman looked at you as you pulled down Benedict’s shirt, trying to cover your legs. 

Liv's note

sorryyy for the short chapter and for another of my famous cliffhangers! I started my internship yesterday and I have been incredibly busy! I am hoping to have enough time to post maybe a short chapter during the week, but we will have to see!

I hope you liked the chapter! Thank you so much for all the love on the last one. I love love love reading your opinions and comments so thank you so much for sharing them with me. As always please reblog to help a tired tired intern and support my writing ♥️

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There were moments when the world was too loud to handle, too much to bear.

There were moments when Patrick found it better to run away from reality into a state of pure bliss. A world where nothing else mattered, where nothing else existed. Only him, the needle in his hand and his lover on the other.

He couldn’t remember when or how it all started, or when Y/N had decided to join him in these ecstasy filled escapades. He couldn’t remember if he was the one that dragged Y/N into these addictions or if she had already come into his world carrying her own sins. All he knew was that — right here, right now, as they lay on the floor with their fingers intertwined, shutting out the meretriciousness of their existence — this moment was pure perfection. 

“Patrick…” Y/N called out, her voice soft and loving yet distant. He could tell that the little bit of MDMA she had decided to dab into her gums was working its magic.

“Yes, Y/N?” He replied, his thumb began to caress the back of her hand absentmindedly.

He felt as her fingers disentangled from his as she began to lay on her side, resting her head on her now free hand. His eyes followed her movements, watching her, admiring her carefully. A soft smirk painted itself across his lips as he noticed how dilated her pupils were, her hand slithered up his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt as she let her teeth graze her bottom lip delicately. 

Patrick watched as Y/N meticulously tucked free the first three buds on his shirt, letting a bit of his chest be exposed. He couldn’t help but chortle softly at the sight as he rested his hand on the back of his head. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful.

Her half lidded eyes explored every inch of him and he couldn’t help but feel hot under her gaze. She let the tips of her fingers lightly touch his skin, making little goosebumps arise on him — tracing his collarbone before making its way to the middle of his chest, her finger softly dancing down his sternum. The ghost of her fingertips leaving warm trails on his skin.

“Y/N?” he called out once again, trying to not get too lost in her loving touch.

“Hmm?” Y/N replied, still half lost in her trance.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“Oh.” She blinked once before a lazy smile appeared on her face. She let out a soft chortle as she moved her gaze from his chest to his face. “Right. Sorry. I got a bit… distracted.”

They both let out a few silent giggles. Patrick moved his free hand up to where Y/N’s hand now rested on his chest. He gave it a soft squeeze before he began to play with her fingers, letting the feel of her skin against his be his anchor for the night.

“So?”

“Have I ever told you…”

“Uh-huh?”

Their voices carried a giddy tone with each word they said. Their smiles never left their faces as they looked at each other with nothing but affection in their eyes - high out of their minds off love and their own chosen poison.

Y/N scrunched up her nose as she let her hand rest upon her cheek, almost as if to massage her giddiness away so she could continue her conversation.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You have. You always do. In fact, I don’t think you ever stop saying it.” Patrick brought Y/N’s hand up to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of it, his smile still evident.

“Well that’s only because it’s never enough.”

“Really? Even if you told me a thousand times that you loved me in a day - would that still not be enough?”

“Nope.” 

Y/N leaned in giggling once again before she brushed her lips against his gently. Patrick chortled at the feeling, a sudden warmth rising in his chest, one that he knew wasn’t coming from the heroin he had shot up a few moments ago. 

Y/N began to move her lips delicately against his and they couldn’t help but grin against each other’s mouths. Patrick tried to move closer to seal their lips together but Y/N moved back softly, letting her lips linger just out of his reach. She laughed as he groaned in playful frustration.

“Stop being such a tease, temptress. Come here.”

Patrick rolled on his side wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist as she shrieked in delight, letting herself laugh once more, her lover pulling her close to his chest as he laid down on his back again.

After a few seconds of watching each other in pure bliss, Y/N leaned in as did Patrick. Their lips met in the middle in an eager kiss, moving against each other with tenderness, exploring each other as if it were the first time they locked their lips together.

Y/N’s hands caressed his jaw until she was cupping his cheeks, breathing him in completely as she tried to bring him closer, the feeling making Patrick’s whole body tingle. His hands explored her back for a few moments before he wrapped them entirely around her body, mimicking Y/N’s attempt to bring their bodies closer, the desire of melting into one another greater than any other craving that Patrick had ever experienced in his life.

Y/N pulled back slightly as she opened her eyes slowly, wanting to admire her lover once again. Patrick looked back at her, lovestruck. His eyes looked deep into hers. His hands rested on the small of her back, his fingers resting against her skin and her hands slowly moving to the back of his neck.  Patrick’s smile grew as a sudden realisation washed over him.

He had finally found someone who truly loved him, someone who he truly loved. And with that, the words he had said a thousand times before became heavier than they already were.

“I love you.”

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