𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚁𝚅𝙽𝙺

"look, i get it. things were really hard for me in the beginning. it sucked a lot, but ... i got over it as best i could. i know you've had a lot more distractions, so maybe you haven't really worked through things, but you have to. choices were made," your choices, she wanted to add, "and we have to live with them." she patted his knee with as much platonicness as she could muster before quickly withdrawing. apparently being so close was clouding her judgement and she hated that he still had this type of effect on her. "maybe one day we can be friends. when it doesn't hurt so much." and she truly meant that, though she didn't know if they would ever get to that stage.

the words coming from her lips were everything bishop didn't want to hear. he knew he'd fucked up with the choices he'd made, but in a way he'd hoped that the old saying telling people that time would heal all wounds, was true. alas, it wasn't. he sat here, so close to her that he could smell the scent of her perfume, yet there were miles between them. a distance that hadn't ever been there, until he'd put it there, and despite the years it had been, bishop still felt the same longing for her. this time in a way where he was willing to move heaven and earth for just another glance from her dark hues. the sound of her voice breaking, of her adamance that there would be no we again, was an arrow through his heart. when amara's hand landed on his knee, a breath of relief expelled from his lungs. it was crazy, right? that a touch so simple could be enough to lift all the weight off his shoulders. but as soon as she removed it, he felt everything fall back in its place and this time, it all weighed more than before. "things are still hard for me," he admitted in rebuttal to her saying it had been hard in the beginning. bishop shook his head in his hands again. "fuck, a..." he called her by her nickname and sighed as his glassy, drunken gaze found hers. "i don't want to be your friend," he mumbled roughly to himself, before he reached out for her hand. "i want to be your world again... like you never stopped being mine." he sucked in a deep breath and despite the alcohol, he was beginning to sober up. harsh realities would do that to a man. without really thinking, he moved to the floor on his knees in front of her, grabbing both her hands in his, with his hands in a praying position. "i never did stop thinking about you... i never fucking stopped loving you, a." the words came out rough, pleading... begging. well aware that the look of him on his knees might look desperate, it was a hail mary attempt to get her to realize that she was still his entire fucking world, despite the distance, the years and his actions. he'd never been one to beg. always more of a dominant presence, but his heart ached. his head hurt. "please, sweetheart..." the term of endearment came so easily as he dropped his head into her lap, placing kisses on each of her thighs, moving between them over and over, while moving their gathered hands to the back of his head. "please..."

it felt as if her world had been flipped upside down. her mind was spinning as she tried to focus on what he was saying. she felt so completely helpless and that was why she attempted to hide. it felt impossible given cameron's hold on her. another whimper came from her and she shook her head slightly," doesn-doesn't make sense." it was impossible to ignore how he was grinding against her. she felt as if he wasn't hearing her or merely didn't care. his words only added to her confusion before she realized he was lifting her up again. her hold on him tightened even more if that was possible as she faintly heard a zipper being undone. she felt as if she should try to squirm out of his hold but her body didn't possess the strength. she was being lowered and she was half certain her face was bright red. alma gasped at the feeling of his hand tugging her head back. she had no choice but to look at him, seeing the want written all over his face. her hands slid from his shoulders towards his chest. her heart was pounding like mad as she tried to focus on his face. she had never had anyone treat her the way that he was. her body felt like it didn't belong to her as she realized his free hand slid between her thighs. it felt as if she forgot how to breathe as his fingers brushed against her through the fabric of her panties. his movement was insistent against her, causing her hips to try to press down against him. her fingers dug into his chest as she squeezed her eyes shut," nev-never been like this." her body had never been so responsive. she almost didn't hear his question but it made her eyes snap back open. all of her life people had praised her for being a good girl but his question felt like a loaded one. she found herself staring at him for a few seconds that felt like hours," i'll-i'll be good," she breathed, hoping that she was giving him what he wanted," i'll be a good girl for you." the entire time her hips rocked against his hand and she barely realized it. her panties were surely ruined but that didn't seem to matter to her," can't-i can't help it."

the way her words sounded so chopped yet still so sweet, had cameron smiling as he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss against the pulse in her neck. she rocked against his hand and for the first time tonight, he wondered whether or not it was because of the drug he'd given her, or whether she wouldn't have been able to help herself had she been sober. completely enamored with the girl, cameron's hand continued to run through her heat, wanting to prep her for his cock, and without asking permission, he moved her panties to the side. allowing himself to touch her bare pussy for the first time, it caused a moan to form in his throat and he pulled his head back, tugging on alma's hair again. cameron wondered whether or not she was always this willing, this pliant, but like a rubber band that had been pulled tight too long, he snapped. suddenly unable to hold back any longer, he caught her gaze and tugged on her hair to make sure she was still awake. "fuck baby... i was going to wait. make you cum and then fuck you but i can't... i can't..." the words trailed off as he moved his hand from her cunt to his cock, only to then guide himself to her entrance. her juices begun coating him, from where he held her hovered above himself and he rocked his hips a few times, spreading her slick onto the underside of his cock. the head rubbed against her clit in the process, before moving to push himself inside of her. "fuck, alma, baby..." he groaned and let go of her hair, placing both hands on her hips, pushing her to sit, seating himself fully inside her on a single stroke.

" no. " a far too obvious lie. it was working all too well and the heat that was coming through her gaze gave it away for too easily. " yes ... " the confession came out as a whimper, leaning into him at the grab to her arse, and if that wasn't enough the kisses to her stomach were enough to start the spinning in her head. " i just think ... " she trailed off, clouded by lust and desire. " where do you need me to kiss? " aster questioned, giving in to the distraction, letting her desire to know be over taken by the need she was now feeling for him. arms and legs wrapped around him. head tilted back, allowing him further access to ner neck, the bites brining moans forward from her lips. she really stood no chance in not allowing all of this to distract her. hand slid up the back of his neck, fingers spreading through his hair. " vic ... " she breathed out his name, short and broken with whimpers coming from the ache growing between her legs. could feel herself growing wetter, needing more than just the grinding of his cock over clothes. " need you. now, please. " not above begging when he so quickly managed to get her in such a messy state, would get on her hands and knees if necessary. hands reached for his face and pulled him to her, letting her lips crash to his. " can't you feel how much i need you? how wet i am for you? touch me, feel what you do to me. "

a small smile had appeared on his lips, once she'd confessed that his actions had succeeded in distracting her from all the questions she undoubtedly had about how he'd ended up with his injuries. instead of lingering on the thought though, victor continued to do everything within his power to keep her distracted, in no way ready to answer her questions. he felt the cut on lower lip rip open as she crushed her lips to his, but it was nothing compared to the heat that continued coursing through him, the taste of iron on his tongue only enhancing the headrush. "fuck. aster..." he groaned against her petals when he felt her begging, continuing to kiss her. the aches he felt throughout his body, bruised ribs and all, were all but forgotten once he grinded into her again. "say please again," victor growled and continued torturing both of them by thrusting his hips, the head of his cock rubbing over her clit through the two layers that separated them. "beg for my cock, baby... i know you want it, so fucking beg." the man's words came out strangled and low, but as much as he wanted to fuck her against the wall, right then and there, he needed to feel in control more. having had all control taken from him by the men who had attacked him, this was a way to claim it back. he could feel aster's arousal leaving a wet stain on his joggers right on his cock and growled with need, but he wouldn't let up. in an attempt to hold back, victor let go of the back of one of her thighs and went to place his hand on the wall in a rush, but knocking down a picture frame in the process. "tell me how much you want me, aster. tell me how fucking much you want to feel inside of you, and i'll give you exactly what you want."

" i said no touching . " she scolds , grin lighting up her features . " well , i said you couldn't touch me . " and nothing about her touching them .

"oh yeah?" he asked and placed his hand on the side of her face, pulling her closer. he had no intention of kissing her, but rather chose to run his nose along hers, their lips a breath away from each other. "and what will happen if i touch?" the doctor asked as though he wasn't already touching her in an intimate way. way to intimately for the likes of this place. "what will happen if your boss catches us right now?" he asked and ground his erection up into her through his slacks with a groan. "i think you want me to touch you, but..." henry let go of the woman he only knew as heaven and god, did she feel like it, and gestured towards himself. "if you'd rather have it the other way around... go for it."

when she heard a knock, she let out a sigh and slowly walked towards the door. a part of her wanted to yell out it's open, but he didn't have that right anymore to just come in. so she opened the door herself, leaning against the frame as she looked at him. he looked the same yet the miles had taken their toll on his spirit. he looked tired. "what are you doing here, bishop?" she asked, cutting straight to the point. she looked around him, surprised that he was alone. realizing that she had the bishop blake in the hallway to her apartment, she quickly tugged him inside. "don't get any ideas." she dropped her hands and closed the door behind him. "i'm sure you won't be staying long, right?"

she'd agreed to let him in and the man immediately felt a tiny sliver of hope in his chest. it had to mean something, right? taking the steps up to her apartment, they seemed steeper than the last time he'd been here. perhaps it was just the fact that his feet were heavy from intoxication, or maybe because he was walking into a situation he didn't know the outcome of. did she hate him for what he'd done? how he'd left her and everything to do with their hometown behind? tonight had been his first show back there, having avoided everything to do with his past like the plague knowing that if he was to return, he'd do something stupid or reckless, and lo and behold... here he was. bishop knocked on the overly familiar door, leaning against the wall beside it for support as he pulled off his hood, forgetting for a second who he was to the world, feeling like nothing more than a young kid, trying to make amends. but was that really why he was there? was he actually trying to make amends or was it sheer curiosity? he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of amara since leaving, as she crossed his mind at least once a day. once a day he felt the need to tell her something, show her something or even just be in her presence, yet this was the first time he had done something about it. when the door swung open and bishop's eyes caught hers, he swallowed hard to avoid his true emotions showing in his expression. tired of the touring, the interviews and the constant attention, he'd sought her out. the person who had once been his safe space. he was just so fucking tired. "i've missed you," he admitted and swayed despite leaning on the wall for support. as amara pulled him into her space, he immediately begun looking around, despite it making him slightly dizzy. familiar furniture and knick-knacks caught his eye, yet the space felt different. her jab about his stay in town stung, yet he merely nodded and his eyes found the floor. he wasn't in town for long and probably shouldn't stay too long at her place, but without really thinking about it he dropped himself into the couch and placed his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. he'd done it a million times before when they'd been dating, trying to clear his mind. "i've missed you and i fucked up and i don't know what to do anymore," bishop spoke honestly, before looking up at her, sorrow clear in his eyes. "i got to town and this was the first place i wanted to go," he admitted it with a sad smile, realizing it was about more than the rumors about her dating someone, but the fact that if she was that he'd lose a part of himself he'd already lost once before.