𝐿𝑜𝓁𝒶 🪽

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

you unlocked the door and pulled it open. the hallway stretched out in complete silence. left. right. no one. you stepped forward. looked both directions once more. nothing.

you walked back inside. closed the door. turned the lock. and then you smelled it. that scent. familiar. impossible. your entire body went still. slowly, almost afraid to look, you turned around.

he was standing by the window. motionless. his broad shoulders outlined by the last light of the evening. long blond hair falling loosely around his face. one hand resting in the pocket of his black jeans. the other behind his back.

he'd been watching the city. watching your city. from your apartment. as though he'd always belonged there. he turned his head. those impossible crimson eyes found yours instantly. they softened the moment they did.

he smiled. "hi."

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

his eyes never left yours. they pinned you to the spot. your blood ran cold. your heart forgot how to beat. you couldn't move.

you had just locked yourself inside your apartment, with the most dangerous man alive. with him.

with SAINT

for a long moment he simply looked at you. his gaze wandered slowly over your face, your shoulders, your trembling hands. unhurried. almost curious. almost... relieved. one corner of his mouth lifted. "you knew i'd come back."

you stared back at him. his gaze felt impossible to escape. your fingers twitched faintly at your sides, but you refused to move. refused to look away. your heart pounded for two entirely different reasons.

the man standing in front of you had murdered your fiancé. he had stolen your future. he had buried the life you once believed would be yours. he had destroyed everything.

and yet, some small, shameful part of your heart recognized him before it remembered to hate him. seeing him again. feeling his attention settle entirely on you. knowing he had never stopped looking for you.

he should have.

everything between the two of you should have died the moment he stained his hands with the blood of the man you were supposed to marry. but here he was. alive. breathing. waiting.

"i..." your voice betrayed you immediately. you stopped. closed your mouth. no, you wouldn't give him this. not your fear. not your anger. not the truth. "i told you to stay out of my life." the words came out steadier than you expected. hard. cold.

silence settled between you. then, without breaking eye contact, he turned toward you completely. the city lights slipping through the windows caught the pale lines of his bare chest. long strands of hair rested loosely over his shoulders. his gloved fingers drifted along his jaw. the sharp acrylic nails scraped lightly across his skin. he let out a disbelieving breath

"you didn't mean that." his voice was soft enough to make your stomach twist. "you were afraid, my love." - "i'm not afraid of you!" the answer came before you could stop it. he tilted his head slightly. "no..." another quiet breath. "i know you're not." he took one slow step toward you. "you're not afraid of me." his eyes searched yours. patient. certain.

"you're afraid because you already know how this ends."

your lips parted. nothing came out. he took another step. you found yourself taking one back before you even realized it. his gaze lingered on the small distance you'd tried to create. then it returned to your face. he stopped.

the realization settled deeper with every passing second. your stomach turned. the anger inside you grew until it burned beneath your skin. your vision blurred.

how could he stand here after everything he'd done? how could he walk back into your apartment, look at you like this, and still believe you belonged to him?

"how..." your voice shook. "what is wrong with you?" another breath. "you..." your words collapsed before they ever became a sentence.

he waited. one eyebrow lifted. watching you search for something that would finally reach him.  he read every emotion crossing your face. grief. rage. disbelief. and beneath all of it, something neither of you wanted to name.

"you killed him, saint." the apartment fell silent. he looked at you for a long moment. not defensive. not ashamed. only confused by your pain.

"i freed you." your hands covered your face. you shook your head. "no." your voice cracked. "you did that for yourself." you looked at him again. eyes burning. "if you had cared about me for even a second..." your throat tightened. "...none of this would've happened."

he didn't answer immediately. his gaze drifted toward the floor. the toe of his boot brushed quietly across the hardwood. then he looked back at you. "you chose us." his voice remained calm. "you know that."

your jaw clenched. he continued before you could speak. "the moment you lied for me..." he took his time before answering. "...his blood stained both of our hands. whether you accept it or not."

the words settled somewhere deep inside you. heavy. suffocating. they refused to leave. all you could hear was the rain tapping softly against the windows. your own breathing. the frantic beating of your heart.

then you laughed. it wasn't laughter. it sounded wrong. sharp. broken. the kind of sound that escaped someone standing too close to the edge. you shook your head again.

"...you're insane." he didn't answer. he simply watched you. "you're actually insane." your voice grew louder. "you murdered the man i was supposed to spend the rest of my life with." your eyes filled again. "and you're standing here..." a breath caught painfully in your throat. "...telling me i chose this?"

he never looked away. not for a second. every word you threw at him landed somewhere inside him. he simply refused to move.

"say something." your voice cracked. "tell me i'm wrong." his eyes searched yours for a long moment. "you are." quiet. certain. as though the answer had never been anything else. your stomach twisted violently.

"how-" you stared at him. "how can you even say that?" - "because it's true." - "no." you laughed again. this time there was nothing left inside it. "you're sick." one corner of his mouth twitched. "maybe, but i've never lied to you."

your brows drew together. "what?" - "everyone else did, my love." his voice never rose. "your family. your fiancé. even your friends." he took another slow step toward you. you took another one back. the distance between you remained exactly the same.

"i'm the only person who's ever asked what you wanted." - "stop." he didn't. another slow step. instinctively, you retreated. your calf brushed against the edge of the coffee table. there was nowhere left to go.

"please." the word slipped from your lips before you could stop it. he studied your face. not your fear. your hesitation. your breathing. your eyes.

"you're still trying to convince yourself." his voice softened. "of what?" you whispered. "that you hate me." the words stole the air from your lungs. "i do." you answered immediately. too quickly. his expression didn't change. "then why are you trying so hard to prove it?"

your pupils widened with adrenaline. anger surged through you all over again. how dare he. how dare he stand there and tell you what you felt. your blood boiled. the distance between you vanished before you even realized you'd moved. your palm slammed against his chest. hard.

"no. you don't get to tell me how i feel." you shoved him again. harder this time. "you don't know what's going on inside my head." another shove. "you don't know anything." your palms struck his chest again. "stop acting like you know me." you shoved him once more. harder than before.

you were standing inches away from a serial killer. shoving him. pushing him with everything you had. and somehow, he simply let you. he never stopped you. never caught your wrists. never even glanced down at your hands. he only looked at you.

"are you finished?" you froze. your hand was still against his bare chest. you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm. calm. unchanged. while yours threatened to tear itself apart.

you ripped your hand away as though he'd burned you and took several steps back. "leave." your voice shook. "i meant it the first time already."

a quiet, almost disbelieving breath escaped him. he lowered his gaze for a brief moment, giving the faintest shake of his head before looking back at you. "you didn't." he stayed exactly where he was.

a long silence followed.

"you really believe that, don't you?" his voice was quiet. almost gentle. your chest tightened. "believe what?" - "that you want me gone." - "oh, i do." - "no." the answer came without hesitation. "you don't."

your head snapped up. "because i know you." - "you don't know me." - "i know enough." you shook your head violently. "you know the version of me you made up inside your own head."

"the woman standing in front of me lied to the police." his words were cold. "she protected me." - "i was scared... that's all it was." - "was it?"

the question settled heavily between you. you opened your mouth. nothing came. your mind searched desperately for an explanation. for anything that could make sense of what you'd done. nothing.

saint saw it. he didn't smile. he didn't look victorious. if anything, there was only sadness in his eyes. "i thought so." your breathing became uneven again. "stop." - "you knew you'd go down with me."

he closed the distance between you until you instinctively leaned back. he was so close you had to look up to meet his eyes. every instinct screamed at you to move. to get away. but there was nowhere to go. he blocked your path without even trying. he didn't touch you. didn't have to. your pulse spiked. you felt trapped.

without thinking, you leaned back just enough to reach behind you. your fingertips searched the coffee table blindly, never daring to look away from him. cold metal. roman's gun. your breath caught. so did he. his eyes dropped to the weapon for only a heartbeat before finding yours again.

your fingertips remained wrapped around it. neither of you moved. the silence stretched until it became unbearable. saint's gaze never left your face. not your hand. not the gun. you.

he watched the way your breathing had begun to shake. the way your lower lip trembled despite every attempt to stop it. the tears you refused to let fall.

"...roman." his voice barely rose above a whisper. "he still believes you're his to save." you swallowed hard. "he wanted to keep you safe... he wanted to save the version of you that existed before me." his red eyes lingered on yours. "he just doesn't know she doesn't exist anymore." - "don't." your fingers finally closed around the grip.

roman had shown you how to hold it. how to keep your finger away from the trigger. how to breathe. how to shoot if you ever had to. you remembered laughing, because neither of you had truly believed this moment would come.

now, here it was.

the barrel rose between you. higher. higher. until you pressed the cold barrel against his bare chest. your trembling hands pushed it harder against him, desperate to create a distance that no longer existed.

he didn't react. not even a little. he never even glanced at the weapon. his eyes remained fixed on yours. "look at me." you hated that your eyes obeyed him. the moment they met his, your breathing faltered. "leave." your voice cracked. "please."

he didn't. he stayed exactly where he was. close enough that every detail of his face came into focus. the length of his lashes. the faint sheen in his crimson eyes. the slow rise of his chest. you could feel the warmth of him before you ever felt his touch.

"i'm exactly where i should be, y/n." his words were barely audible, meant only for you. he still didn't move an inch.

there was only the sound of rain. your heartbeat. and him. watching you. your finger found the trigger. it rested there. lightly. you had imagined this moment so many times. standing over him. watching him fall. watching the nightmare finally end.

so why... why wouldn't your hand move?

"you're shaking." you looked down despite yourself. he was right. your hands trembled so violently the barrel could no longer stay still. you tried to steady it. it only made it worse. when you looked back up, he was already watching you. his gaze searched yours with an almost unbearable softness.

"don't." your voice dissolved into another sob. "please." he didn't answer immediately. "if this is what you need..." his words came slowly. carefully. "...i won't stop you." your eyes widened. he wasn't daring you. he wasn't mocking you. he meant it. completely.

"if hurting me is the only thing that lets you breathe again, then i'll let you."

your lips parted. nothing came out. your finger pressed ever so slightly against the trigger. the mechanism shifted beneath it. your heartbeat stopped. he heard it. he saw it. still he never looked at the gun. only you. always you.

"i know." his voice was softer now. "you're trying." another tear rolled down your cheek. "i hate you." the words broke apart before they reached him. he nodded once. "i know." - "you ruined my life." - "i know." - "you took everything from me." his jaw tightened for the first time. only for a heartbeat. then it disappeared again. "i know."

your arms began to ache. they felt impossibly heavy. you wanted to pull the trigger. you wanted to end him. you wanted roman to be right. you wanted your heart to stop betraying you.

you wanted him dead

you repeated it inside your head again. and again. and again. you wanted him dead. your finger remained on the trigger. all it would take was a little more pressure. one movement. one decision. he would be gone. he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again.

roman would finally stop looking over his shoulder. the city would finally sleep. and you... you could finally breathe. couldn't you?

but your finger refused to move. your breathing became uneven. your vision blurred until all you could make out were those crimson eyes. they never left you. they never asked anything of you. they simply stayed.

"why?" your voice barely existed anymore. "why aren't you afraid?" he looked at you for a long moment. then he answered. "because i'm looking at you." the words settled between you. quietly. "...not the gun." another tear escaped before you could stop it. "you should be trying to stop me."

"would that help you?" you couldn't answer. "would taking it from you change what you're feeling?" silence. he already knew, it wouldn't.

"you don't want revenge." his voice remained impossibly gentle. "you want peace." your head shook immediately. "don't." - "you've been looking for it ever since that night." - "stop." - "and every day since then, you've convinced yourself that killing me would finally give it to you." your grip tightened until your hands ached.

"it won't."

the words broke something inside you. your voice rose. "don't you dare tell me what i feel." he nodded once. "then pull the trigger." not as a challenge. not as a taunt. simply permission.

"if i'm wrong..." his eyes never left yours. "...i'll die knowing i was wrong." your breath caught. there was no fear in his voice. no hesitation. no attempt to save himself. only complete acceptance.

he had already given his life to you. long before tonight.

your finger pressed harder. the trigger moved. another fraction. your entire body shook. you imagined the sound. the recoil. his body hitting the floor. the blood. so much blood.

your stomach lurched violently. the gun slipped lower. only an inch. he noticed. he didn't speak. he only watched your face.

your breathing collapsed into broken sobs. "i can't." the confession escaped before you could stop it. your shoulders shook uncontrollably. "i fucking can't."

your vision blurred completely. your eyes dropped to the floor, where your tears collected in dark, uneven spots against the hardwood. your arms gave out. the barrel dipped.

for the first time that night, he moved. his gloved hand lifted. he didn't touch the gun. he didn't touch your hands. instead his fingertips brushed beneath your chin. barely. just enough to lift your head.

with a sharp clatter, the gun hit the hardwood floor. the sound echoed through the apartment before silence swallowed it whole. the weapon that was supposed to save you now lay forgotten at your feet. and the only thing left within reach, was the danger itself.

he looked into your eyes. empty. exhausted. lost. he knew. you had made your choice.

slowly, slowly enough that you could have stepped away, he reached for you. one arm slipped carefully around your shoulders, drawing you against his bare chest. the other came to rest gently at the back of your head.

he never forced you. never held you tighter than necessary. every second left you another chance to leave. but you didn't.

your cheek rested against the warmth of his chest. your tears rolled over his skin, disappearing somewhere beneath the black fabric at his waist.

he lowered his head until it rested lightly against yours, holding you as though you might fall apart if he let go. "shh," his voice was barely more than a breath. "i know."

and that was when you finally broke. the sobs you had been holding back all night tore through you without mercy. your entire body shook against him. every breath came apart before it ever reached your lungs.

he was the reason for every ounce of this pain. he had taken everything from you. and yet, wrapped in his arms, you felt safe.

how many lives had those arms already stolen? how many people had taken their last breath because of the man holding you now? and still, they were the only place where your breathing slowly began to settle again.

he never said another word. he simply held you. one hand resting between your shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of your head. his heartbeat remained impossibly steady beneath your cheek. yours slowly, painfully, began to follow it.

after what felt like forever, you leaned back. your vision was still blurred with tears. your thoughts drifted somewhere between grief and exhaustion. you felt everything and nothing all at once. as though your mind had finally given up trying to understand any of it.

he leaned back with you, but never let go. his hands settled carefully around your waist, keeping you close without holding you there. his crimson eyes searched your face, studying every tiny change in your expression.

you couldn't bring yourself to meet them. instead your gaze settled on his lips. slightly parted. the same lips you had once allowed yourself to taste. back when everything had been different. when he had been nothing more than temptation. forbidden.

his breathing faltered. it was almost imperceptible, but you caught it. his expression softened even further as he realized where your thoughts had wandered. something fragile flickered across his face. almost disbelief. almost hope. he didn't move. he simply waited.

your hand slowly found its way to his face. your fingertips brushed across the pale softness of his skin, tracing the sharp line of his jaw as though you were trying to memorize him. he let you. he didn't lean into your touch. he didn't pull away. he simply watched you.

"guess there's no saving either of us now."

your voice was barely more than a whisper. the words lingered between you. slowly, almost hesitantly, you leaned closer. your eyes drifted shut. another tear slipped down your cheek. your other hand came to rest against the side of his neck, trembling beneath your fingertips. for one last moment, you could still turn away. you didn't.

the moment your lips met, his grip around you tightened instinctively. not enough to hold you captive. just enough to make sure you wouldn't slip away.

your kiss was desperate. months of grief, anger, guilt, longing. everything neither of you had ever put into words broke loose at once.

your fingers disappeared into his hair as though you needed something solid to hold onto, your body melting against his before you even realized it.

your lips parted only long enough to breathe. he found them again immediately. not impatient. not demanding. like someone terrified that, if he let you go for even a second, you'd disappear.

his forehead rested against yours for the briefest moment. his breathing was uneven now, no longer carrying the impossible calm he had held onto all night. for the first time, you felt it. he was shaking too.

everything beyond the apartment faded into silence. the rain. the traffic below. even your own thoughts seemed impossibly far away. there was only the warmth between your bodies. only the frantic rhythm of two hearts refusing to slow down.

his hands slid lower before he lifted you into his arms. without thinking, your legs found their place around his waist. your arms tightened around his neck, clinging to him as though your life depended on it. as though he had become the only thing left keeping you from falling apart.

with you held securely in his arms, he carried you toward your bedroom. a place he already knew. but under entirely different circumstances. now, he finally allowed himself to believe you were his. and in that moment, he wanted to make sure you would never have to question it again.

he lowered you slowly onto the silk sheets before following immediately after, leaving no room for even the smallest distance between you. not now. not after finally having you in his arms.

his body settled over yours. your hands wandered from his hair to his broad shoulders, down the length of his arms, touching every part of him you could reach, desperate to keep him close.

he braced himself beside your head as his lips found the side of your neck, sending a shiver across your entire body. you pressed yourself against him. the closeness still wasn't enough.

your hands slowly wandered lower, your fingernails grazing lightly over the defined lines of his abs. the touch drew a sharp breath from him. a faint smile tugged at your lips. he noticed.

without a word, he leaned down again, capturing your lips in another kiss. your fingers found his belt. with trembling hands, you undid the buckle.

the quiet metallic clink broke the kiss for only a moment. your faces remained inches apart. your eyes met. both of them clouded with the same overwhelming hunger. the rest of the world had long since disappeared. you were both completely gone. completely consumed by each other.

before you could undo the button of his jeans, one of his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. slowly, he lifted it over your head with practiced ease until you were left lying beneath him in nothing but your red lace bra and black shorts. the colors almost made it look as though you'd known he would come tonight.

his crimson eyes lingered over you for only a moment before he carefully helped you sit up just enough. he pressed slow kisses along your collarbone and down the exposed skin of your chest before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. he set it aside with surprising care.

then he eased you back onto the bed. the sight of you beneath him unraveled something inside him. to have you like this. so willing. so surrendered. so...

his

it wasn't long before his attention returned to you. every touch was deliberate, every movement patient. his acrylic nails dragged slowly across your skin, leaving behind thin, burning trails before he leaned in to kiss every single one of them away. it was a dangerous kind of tenderness.

slowly, he moved lower. loose strands of his hair brushed across your skin, every passing touch sending another shiver through your body. your breathing had become unsteady. you never looked away from him.

finally, his fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts and panties at the same time. before pulling them down, he paused. his eyes softened. "may i?"

god. to have a serial killer between your legs - a man who decided for himself what he was allowed to take - looking at you with nothing but quiet patience, asking for permission just to undress you. you let out a shaky breath, your voice trembling. "please."

then his gaze drifted downward. he pulled away the last pieces of clothing separating the two of you.

you watched him instead. the black eyeshadow dusted across his eyelids. the way the muscles in his arms shifted beneath his skin with every movement. he was so strong. so impossibly strong. the thought of everything that still lay ahead made your heart race.

before you even realized it, you were completely bare beneath him. his gaze lingered between your legs before slowly lifting back to your face. his crimson eyes had darkened, his lips swollen from kissing you, loose strands of hair falling messily across his forehead.

"i've waited so long for this." he breathed, leaning closer, close enough that every word ghosted against your skin. "you deserve to feel good, angel." his lips brushed your thigh. "i'll make sure of that."

your legs began to tremble ever so slightly. the anticipation. the unbearable question of when he would finally touch you.

then he closed the last bit of distance between you. the first slow stroke of his warm tongue against your clit made your legs jolt. once. then again. and again.

a broken moan escaped your lips and a low groan vibrated against you in response. then his lips closed around your clit, his tongue continuing its relentless rhythm.

he never rushed. every movement was measured. deliberate. it was almost like watching him kill. he knew exactly where to strike. exactly when. exactly how. every touch had a purpose. every reaction was calculated. he was a perfectionist.

and tonight, he wanted nothing more than to hear you.

"that feels good, doesn't it?" he asked softly. you looked down at him, your brows drawn together, your breathing quick and uneven. "y- yeah."

without breaking eye contact, he lifted one hand from your thigh and guided it between your legs. while his tongue continued to lick your clit, two of his fingers slowly traced over your entrance, spreading your arousal with deliberate care.

his other hand slid back up your body, gently pushing you back down again. his acrylic nails dragged a long, burning line from your chest down toward your hip while, at the same time, he slowly pushed two of his fingers inside you. carefully.

his acrylics left your skin burning while his other fingers disappeared into you so gently, you barely felt them at all. the contrast pulled a loud moan from your lips. once again, his low groan vibrated against your center. he felt how tightly you clenched around his fingers. how much you wanted him.

your entire body grew tenser with every slow, agonizing movement as he slid his fingers in and out of you, never rushing. his mouth never left you, his tongue working without pause.

then your breathing hitched. you tightened even more around his fingers. he didn't stop. he knew exactly where you were. exactly how close. and he did everything he could to make you feel good.

"fuuuck, saint..." the moan tore from your throat as he gave you a few final slow strokes before you pulsed around his fingers.

he slowly withdrew them, then lowered his mouth further, letting his tongue taste every part of you. "god... i've dreamed about this." he said. his voice was lower than before. his crimson eyes burned with hunger.

then he came back up to you, searching your dazed eyes. your arms immediately found his shoulders again, your fingertips gliding over the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.

at last, he rid himself of his jeans. but before pulling them down completely, he reached behind his waistband and withdrew something metallic, setting it carefully onto your nightstand.

silver caught the moonlight. your gaze drifted toward it. it was a long silver dagger. its blade was adorned with intricate engravings, crimson gemstones catching every trace of light spilling through the room.

before you could look any longer, his hand gently guided your attention back to him. he kissed you again. deeper than before. hungrier than before.

"let me have you," he murmured darkly as he slowly dragged his cock over your sensitive clit. your breath caught sharply. "be mine." his voice was quieter this time. you answered with the smallest nod, your hands only pulling him closer. that was all the answer he needed.

you felt the head of his dick press against your entrance. then, slowly, he eased himself into you. inch by inch. his eyes never left your face. he wanted to see every reaction. every expression. every breath his length drew from you.

your fingers dug into his back at the feeling of his size. your eyes fell shut. his hand came up to your face, his thumb brushing gently beneath your eye. "don't hide from me." his voice was barely above a whisper. "look at me."

the moment they met his, he closed the final distance between you in one slow, decisive thrust. from that moment on, there was no holding back for either of you.

you clung to each other as though there wasn't enough space left to be any closer. every thrust seemed to reach deeper than the last. he kissed you with an intensity that left you breathless.

at first, he was careful. gentle. but little by little, he lost himself too. his movements grew rougher, driven by months of longing finally collapsing into this single moment. he wanted you to remember him long after tonight.

he felt you tighten around him again. every movement became harder to endure. he didn't have to ask. he knew you.

his gloved hand rose to your throat. the black lace contrasted against your skin as his fingers settled gently around your neck, stealing just enough air to make your pulse race. at the same time, his other hand found your clit again, never slowing the rhythm of his hips.

your eyes rolled back as a loud moan escaped you. "oh, i know, angel." he leaned close enough for his lips to brush yours. "let go." another slow thrust. "come on my dick." his forehead rested against yours. "for me." your eyes struggled to hold his gaze before your body clenched around him once again.

"fuck..." his voice shook with the feeling. "i'm so close." he kept moving, his pace never faltering. his eyes wandered over your body one last time, taking in every detail as though he wanted to memorize you exactly as you were.

then he lowered himself over you, bracing himself on both elbows beside your head. his hands cradled your face. "please..." the word sounded almost like a prayer. another thrust. then another. "tell me you're mine." his voice broke. "please."

your hands found his back, holding onto him as tightly as you could. "i'm yours, saint." you felt his entire body tense. he was right there. "i'm all yours." your voice trembled. "come for me." you pulled him impossibly close. "i need you." a shaky breath. "please."

that was all it took. he broke. you felt him shudder against you as his body gave in completely. he stayed with you through it, giving you a few final slow thrusts before finally pulling out and gathering you back into his arms.

both of you struggled to catch your breath. his embrace was firm. protective. and no matter how wrong all of this was,

it had never felt so right.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

the loud knocking pulled you from sleep. once. twice. again. before your eyes had even opened, you already knew who it was.

roman

you shot upright, panic surging through you as your eyes darted around the room. saint was gone. your gaze snapped to the nightstand. his dagger was gone too.

oh god. you had no idea what you looked like and there wasn't enough time to fix any of it. you threw on an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants before hurrying toward the front door. "coming!"

when you pulled it open, roman looked down at you with an easy smile, two cups of coffee balanced in his hands. "good morning, sleepyhead." you rubbed your eyes and stepped aside to let him in. "very funny." you muttered, closing the door behind him.

when you turned back toward him, he was standing completely still. his eyes were fixed on the floor. then they shot back to you. "was he here?" his voice had lost all warmth. "are you okay?" your blood ran cold. you knew exactly who he meant. but how did he-

"what? who? i'm fine." - "the gun." he cut you off. your eyes followed his. your stomach dropped. fuck.

the gun from last night was still lying in the middle of your apartment exactly where it had fallen. "oh, that." you forced out a quiet laugh. "i was a little stressed yesterday. i guess i must've dropped it." it sounded almost believable.

roman set the coffees down on your table before walking toward you. gently, he brushed his fingers along your cheek. his eyes studied your face:

swollen lips. bloodshot eyes. messy hair. love bites scattered across your neck. and... were those scratches disappearing beneath the collar of your shirt?

he didn't say a word. but something inside him already knew. or at least he thought it did.

"are you sure everything's okay?" he asked quietly. "nothing happened?" you shook your head. "no." you forced yourself to hold his gaze. "i promise." a smile appeared on his face. it wasn't real.

but he couldn't tell you that, somewhere between yesterday and this morning, you had just become one of his suspects. he held your gaze for another long moment.

he wanted to believe you. god, he wanted to. because somewhere between the daily check-ins, the latenight conversations, and the cups of coffee that had slowly become routine, he'd stopped seeing you as just another victim. that was the problem.

he cared. more than he ever should have. and that made it impossible to accept the thought that you could willingly let someone like saint close enough to leave marks on your skin. it didn't fit. it couldn't.

"okay." his voice was quiet. he looked away first. "you know lying to the police is a crime, right?" you nodded. he hesitated for another moment, searching your face one last time. then he let out a slow breath. "good. i believe you."

your body relaxed almost instantly. relief washed through you from head to toe. that could've ended very differently.

"here." he placed something small into your palm. it was a black device, no bigger than a car key. you frowned. "what is this?" - "a panic button." your eyes lifted to his.

"if you press it," he pointed to the single red button in the center. "it sends me your location immediately." you looked back down at it. "roman..." - "just listen."

there was no smile on his face anymore. "i know you said everything's fine." he paused. "but if you're not," his eyes softened. "if he ever comes back," your heartbeat stumbled. "press it."

you shook your head almost immediately. "that's sweet of you, but i don't need it. there's no sign of saint anywhere." - "take it anyway." his voice was calm. firm. "please." he gently closed your fingers around the device. "i'd rather come running for nothing than get here too late."

silence settled between you. then you rolled your eyes with a playful smile. "okay." roman let out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. for the first time that morning, a real smile appeared on his face. small. tired. "good."

he picked up one of the coffees and handed it to you. "now drink this before it gets cold." you accepted it with a quiet smile. "thank you."

the rest of the morning unfolded like it always did. roman asked his usual questions. checked the windows. made sure the locks were working. looked around the apartment one last time. but somehow, those things had stopped being the center of his visits.

the two of you had grown so familiar with each other over the time, that your conversations always drifted somewhere else. sometimes you talked about work. sometimes about childhood memories. sometimes about absolutely nothing. the hours always seemed to pass too quickly.

eventually, roman got to his feet. "i should get going." you nodded. "i'm glad you stopped by." lifting your coffee with a small smile, you added, "and thanks for the coffee." he smiled back. "anytime."

he walked toward the door before looking over his shoulder one last time. "see you tomorrow." - "see you." a second later, the front door clicked shut behind him.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

while you were getting ready for work, convinced you'd barely managed to escape roman's detective instincts, roman was still sitting in his car outside your apartment.

he hadn't started the engine. he couldn't let it go.

with a quiet sigh, he reached across the passenger seat and pulled your late fiancé's case file onto his lap. crime scene photos. forensics. witness statements. he read through everything again. carefully.

something wasn't right. he knew it. if saint had been in your apartment... why were you so calm? why were you smiling? why hadn't you looked afraid?

his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. none of it made sense. he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes for a moment. then he thought about your conversations. every time he'd asked a difficult question, you'd found a way around it. changed the subject. made him laugh. without realizing it, he'd let you.

because somewhere along the way, you'd become his weakness. his jaw tightened.

still, none of that explained why he hadn't found you lying dead on your apartment floor this morning. surrounded by blood. another message written across your wall.

his hand came up to his forehead. "no." he whispered it to himself. please, let me be wrong. because if every piece finally fit together, you weren't saint's next victim. you were the reason he kept coming back. you weren't in danger from him. you were sleeping with him. or worse.

you were falling in love with him.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

your entire workday passed in a blur. nothing seemed real. your mind kept drifting back to last night, replaying every moment until it almost felt like a dream.

every fear. every dark thought. every shadow you'd been carrying, saint had silenced them all. now, every thought of him made your heart beat a little faster.

you wanted to be his. it felt right. for the first time in a long time, you felt safe. and for the first time in your life, you felt truly seen.

and before you knew it, evening had arrived. you locked up your office and started the walk home. people passed you without a second glance. none of them knew they were walking past the woman who had fallen for the curse haunting their city. a faint smile tugged at your lips.

a few minutes later, you found yourself standing at the mouth of the alley. your alley. the one you'd avoided ever since your fiancé's death. but now it pulled you back in. because somewhere inside you, hope had quietly taken the place of fear. hope that he'd be there again. saint.

your saint

so for the first time in what felt like forever, you walked through the alley again. the alley you knew all too well.

your eyes searched every shadow. every rooftop. every corner. nothing. he wasn't there. and you didn't feel those eyes on you anymore. the ones you'd felt that first night.

still, there was something strangely comforting about walking this path again. because you weren't hoping you'd make it out safely. you were hoping you'd find him.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

once you were home, you draped your coat over the back of a chair and let out a quiet sigh.

your eyes wandered through your apartment, lingering on the familiar walls. every corner seemed to hold a memory of what had happened here.

then you continued with your evening routine and made your way to the bathroom.

you slipped out of your clothes, leaving them in a small pile on the floor before lighting a stick of incense.

while the shower had been running long enough to reach the perfect temperature, you stepped beneath the warm stream of water.

slowly, you worked the lavender body wash over your skin, letting the water rinse away the weight of the day. after everything that had happened, a sense of calm finally settled over you.

then the bathroom door opened. instinctively, you covered yourself and looked over your shoulder.

there he was

his eyes drifted over your body before finding yours again. that look alone could've undressed you, if you hadn't already been standing there naked. "mind if i join?" you only smiled before turning back toward the water, continuing to wash the soap over your skin.

a moment later, you felt his breath against the back of your neck. "i've missed you, my love." his hands settled on your hips before gently turning you to face him. your eyes met the familiar crimson of his.

"i've been waiting to see you again." something softened in his expression. then he pulled you into a slow, lingering kiss. one that ended the same way it did yesterday - neither of you could ever seem to get enough of the other.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

the next morning felt almost identical to the one before. saint was gone. and, once again, the sound of knocking pulled you from sleep.

roman

you slipped into an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants before making your way to the front door. when you opened it, he was already holding out your usual coffee. "morning." - "morning."

you accepted the cup with a sleepy smile before stepping aside to let him in. the apartment was quiet. almost painfully ordinary.

you talked while you got ready for work. about traffic. about the weather. about a coworker who had annoyed you the day before. nothing important.

roman answered when he had to. but most of the time, he watched. he noticed the faint bruise just beneath your jaw that your shirt hadn't quite managed to hide.

the way your eyes drifted toward your bedroom every now and then, almost unconsciously. the tiny smile that found your lips for no reason at all.

he hated it. because it confirmed everything he'd been trying to convince himself wasn't true. still, he never let it show.

"...sleep okay?" he asked while leaning casually against the kitchen counter. you nodded. "better than i have in weeks." his heart sank. "that's good." the words left his mouth automatically. they tasted wrong.

when it was time to leave, he picked up his jacket and walked toward the front door. his hand rested on the doorknob before he turned back to you. "one more thing." your eyes met his. "keep the panic button with you." you sighed softly. "roman..." - "promise me." there was no smile on his face. only concern.

you looked down for a moment before nodding. "...i promise." he finally relaxed. just a little.

instead of reaching for the doorknob again, he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you. the hug surprised you. still, you hugged him back. "if you ever need me," he said quietly, "i'm here." you smiled against his shoulder. "i know."

he let go first. "see you tomorrow." the door clicked shut behind him. and for a long moment, roman remained standing in the hallway outside your apartment. because every instinct told him he was already too late.

what neither of you knew, was that a pair of crimson eyes watched the two of you every single morning. he heard every conversation. every laugh. every lie.

he knew what roman knew. he knew what roman suspected. and as of today, he knew roman was certain.

saint had always been able to read people like open books. roman could've arrested him days ago. he had more than enough opportunities. but every time he looked at you, he chose you over the case.

and there was no safer place to hide, than behind the protection of the detective hunting him.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

days turned into almost a week. without either of you noticing, it had become a routine. every morning began the same way. roman. coffee in his hands. a smile on his face. questions he already knew the answers to.

he still pretended everything was fine. he laughed at your jokes. told you about ridiculous paperwork. asked whether you'd been sleeping well. whether work had been busy. whether you'd eaten enough. never once asking the only question that truly mattered. instead he watched.

with every passing day, the truth became more obvious. and with every passing day, something inside roman broke a little more.

your afternoons disappeared into work. nothing remarkable ever happened. meetings. emails. phone calls. faces you barely remembered by the time you got home. your days no longer felt like they were leading somewhere. they were simply the hours you had to survive, until evening came.

until him

saint always arrived after dark. sometimes he climbed through your bedroom window. sometimes he was already waiting inside when you unlocked the apartment. as though he'd always belonged there.

some nights, he brought you deep red roses. so many that you eventually had to clear an entire shelf just to make room for them. other nights, you found handwritten letters resting on your kitchen table before he'd even spoken a word.

his handwriting looked centuries old. every letter felt less like ink on paper and more like something carved into stone.

once, he placed an antique ring into your palm. another time, a delicate silver necklace. he never explained where they came from. you never asked.

he remembered everything. the way you liked your tea. the incense you reached for after difficult days. how you always curled against him in your sleep. he learned every quiet habit you didn't even know you had. and before long, he was taking care of you as though it had always been his place to do so.

without realizing it, you'd stopped checking every shadow before unlocking your apartment. stopped reaching for roman's gun. stopped wondering if tonight would be the night saint finally disappeared.

because he never did. he always came back. the guilt never left you. sometimes, it still woke you in the middle of the night. your late fiancé's face still found its way into your dreams. roman's kindness still sat heavily on your conscience. but the weight became easier to carry.

because every time it threatened to crush you, saint was there. holding you. quietly reminding you that you weren't alone anymore.

you had accepted that loving him came with a price. a terrible one. but somehow, it had begun to feel worth paying. that was the dangerous part.

not the murders. not the lies. not even the detective who was slowly putting the pieces together. the dangerous part was that the three of you had settled into a life

that couldn't possibly last.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

it was a night like any other. rain washed over the city in slow, steady sheets. most of the buildings had already disappeared into the darkness as roman drove his usual route through the streets.

breaking up fights. pulling over drunk drivers. dealing with the kind of crime that kept the city awake after midnight.

the radio hummed quietly in the background while his fingertips tapped absentmindedly against the steering wheel. the windshield wipers swept across the glass in a steady rhythm.

red. the traffic light ahead forced him to stop. it was late. the intersection was almost empty.

then he heard it. a motorcycle. low. loud. it rolled to a stop in the lane beside him. roman didn't look. not at first. until he felt it. someone was watching him. his heartbeat stumbled. slowly, almost reluctantly, he turned his head. his breath caught. there he was.

black boots. black jeans. a black leather vest, leaving his arms and chest exposed beneath the streetlights. black lace gloves wrapped around his hands. long acrylic nails.

without warning, the scratches scattered across your skin flashed through roman's mind.

his grip around the steering wheel tightened. his gaze drifted higher. long blond hair rested over broad shoulders. sharp features. a face that looked almost sculpted from marble. beautiful. terrifying. then his eyes met them. crimson. there wasn't a single doubt left.

SAINT

for a split second, roman's gaze dropped to the handgun resting on the passenger seat. then back to him. saint hadn't moved. not even slightly.

only the faintest lift at the corner of his mouth betrayed that he'd noticed. he knew. he knew roman had figured it out. he knew roman could end this right here. he also knew that he wouldn't.

because saint had spent weeks watching the two of you. he'd heard every conversation through open windows. watched every goodbye from distant rooftops. he knew exactly what roman had become. not just the detective assigned to your case. your protector. and that had become roman's greatest weakness.

arresting saint would mean losing you. or worse. becoming the man who broke your heart all over again. roman couldn't bear the thought. his fingers never left the steering wheel. the gun remained untouched.

the traffic light turned green. for one last second, neither of them moved. then saint looked away. his motorcycle disappeared into the rain with a deafening roar. roman watched him turn at the next intersection. the road that led straight to your apartment. he knew exactly where saint was going. and he let him go.

the realization hurt more than anything else. he wasn't losing to saint. he was losing to himself.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

you were sitting on the couch when you felt him before you ever saw him. that familiar scent. dark. bittersweet. the kind that wrapped itself around you until nothing else seemed to matter.

you smiled before you even turned around. "when are you finally gonna learn some manners and use the front door like a normal person?" a quiet laugh escaped you.

he was standing behind the couch, absentmindedly straightening one of the books in your shelf before his eyes found yours. for a brief moment, he considered telling you about roman. about the traffic light. about the fact that the detective knew. he kept it to himself.

"the day i'm no longer the city's most wanted man." you shook your head, smiling, and patted the empty spot beside you. "come here." he didn't hesitate. the cushion dipped beneath his weight as he sat down.

his hand immediately found your cheek. warm. gentle. he pulled you toward him, pressing his lips against yours. the kiss felt just as it always did. like every anxious thought inside your mind had suddenly gone quiet.

your fingers slipped into the fabric of his vest, holding onto him as though he might disappear if you let go. "i missed you." he leaned in a little closer, his forehead almost touching yours. "did you?" his voice was barely above a whisper, the words brushing against your lips.

you smiled, biting softly at your lower lip before tugging him down with you. the television continued playing somewhere in the background. neither of you paid it any attention anymore. "very much." you murmured before kissing him again.

his hands wandered slowly across your waist, careful and familiar. every touch felt effortless. as though he'd memorized you long ago.

you shifted farther back against the couch to make room for him, your body pressing closer to his without a second thought.

neither of you noticed the small black device that had disappeared beneath one of the cushions earlier that day. your elbow sank into the pillow. a soft click. so quiet that neither of you heard it. but somewhere else in the city a panic alert lit up.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

roman was sitting in his patrol car, sorting through reports while dispatch crackled quietly through the radio. another statement. another arrest. another night. then his phone vibrated.

the panic alert

his eyes dropped to the screen. your name. your address. everything inside him went cold. without thinking, he grabbed the radio. "dispatch. panic activation. i'm responding."

the paperwork scattered across the passenger seat as he threw the car into gear. blue lights flooded the rain-soaked streets. the tires screamed against the pavement.

his heartbeat pounded louder than the siren. he already knew who was inside your apartment.

SAINT

he'd seen it coming from the very beginning. a story like yours was never meant to end peacefully.

his jaw locked. this was it. the panic button existed for one reason. you were in danger. nothing else mattered. not the investigation. not the consequences. not even you hating him afterward.

he wasn't losing you tonight.

his foot pressed harder onto the accelerator. the city blurred past in streaks of blue and red. every second felt like another chance for saint to disappear. not this time. not again.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

his lips never really left yours anymore. they lingered. slow. patient. as though he had all the time in the world.

your fingers disappeared into his hair, gently combing through the soft strands as he smiled against your mouth. "what?" you whispered. he shook his head. "nothing." - "you're staring." - "i know." you laughed quietly. "you're weird." - "only for you."

another kiss. longer this time. your body melted against his without thinking, your legs tangled with his as the rain tapped softly against the windows. his hand rested against your waist, drawing lazy circles through the fabric of your shirt.

you closed your eyes. this... this had become home. not your apartment. not the city. him.

you had stopped wondering how many people would call this wrong. stopped asking yourself whether tomorrow would punish you for today. all that existed anymore, was this couch. his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. the warmth of his skin. the smell of rain clinging to his clothes.

you smiled into another kiss. "what?" he smiled back. "nothing." - "you're doing it again." - "doing what?" - "looking at me like that." - "like what?" - "...like i'm yours." his expression softened. "you are."

your heart stumbled. you should've argued. you should've reminded him how impossible that sentence was. instead you kissed him again. harder this time. his hand slid into your hair. your forehead rested against his. neither of you noticed how quiet the apartment had become. until -

*bang*

the front door exploded inward. wood splintered across the floor. the sound echoed through the apartment like thunder. your entire body jerked. your eyes flew open.

roman

he stood in the destroyed doorway. rain dripped from his uniform. his chest rose and fell so violently it almost hurt to watch. his pistol was already raised. aimed directly at saint. "don't move!"

your heart stopped. "roman-" your voice barely existed. you turned instinctively toward saint. he never looked at you. not once. his crimson eyes never left roman's. and in that single second, everything slowed.

roman's finger tightened around the trigger. saint's arm disappeared behind his back. you didn't understand why. not yet. you reached for him.

"saint-" the gunshot shattered the silence. so loud, that the world disappeared with it. you screamed. or maybe you didn't. you couldn't tell.

your eyes slammed shut on instinct. there was another sound. something heavy striking the floor. then... nothing. silence. a horrible, unnatural silence. your ears rang. your breathing came in broken gasps.

slowly, terrified, you opened your eyes. saint was still lying on top of you. his weight rested against your chest. his forehead was still touching yours. for one impossible second you waited. surely he was about to smile. to tease you. to kiss you again.

"...saint?" nothing. then his body suddenly became heavier. not because he moved. because he didn't. his forehead slipped away from yours. his face fell against your neck. his arm, which had instinctively wrapped itself around your waist only seconds ago, lost all strength. it slowly slid from your body until it hit the couch beside you.

"...saint?" your voice barely existed. carefully, almost afraid of the answer, you cupped his face. his skin was still warm. "hey." you let out a quiet laugh. small. desperate. "this isn't funny."

nothing

"...saint." you lifted his face just enough to look at him. his crimson eyes were still open. the same eyes that had terrified an entire city, that had watched you as though you were the only thing worth looking at, weren't looking at you anymore. they weren't looking at anything.

a thin trail of blood escaped from the side of his head. it ran across his temple, over his cheek, before dripping onto your shoulder. warm. you stared at it. unable to breathe.

"no." you wrapped both arms around him immediately. holding him tighter. as though refusing to let death take him. "no, no, no..."

his blood spread across your shirt. your chest. your hands. you didn't care. you buried your face against his neck. "look at me." your voice cracked. "saint..." you shook him gently. nothing. a little harder. "look at me." nothing. harder. "please."

his head only rolled weakly with every movement. lifeless. his blond hair fell across his face. your trembling fingers brushed it away. you kissed his forehead. his cheek. his lips. they were already changing.

"please don't leave me." your tears disappeared into his hair. mixed with the blood covering both of you.

he'd promised he'd always come back. he promised. you waited. one second. two. three.

for him to laugh. for him to tell you he'd scared you. for him to pull you into another kiss. he never did.

a broken sound escaped your throat. not quite a sob. not quite a scream. something much worse. your entire body trembled as you held him against your chest, refusing to let him go. if you held him tightly enough, maybe his heart would start beating again. maybe this wasn't real. maybe... your eyes slowly lifted.

roman

he still stood in the doorway. his gun slipped from his hand. it struck the floor with a hollow clatter. only then did you notice it.

the dagger. saint's dagger. deep crimson gemstones decorating its hilt. you'd seen it before. you'd watched him place it on your bedside table before he'd leaned back over you. before his hand had gently cupped your jaw. before he'd stolen your attention with another kiss.

now it was buried deep inside roman's throat.

blood poured over the front of his uniform. his hand instinctively reached for the handle. he looked at you. only you.

his lips parted. he tried to speak. maybe your name. maybe he wanted to apologize. maybe he wanted to tell you he was sorry. you would never know.

all that escaped him was blood. his knees buckled. he collapsed into the shattered doorway. his head struck the broken wood beneath him. then...

nothing. silence. only the rain remained.

you looked from saint to roman, then back again. again. again. as though looking often enough would somehow change reality. it didn't.

the apartment smelled of rain. gunpowder and blood. so much blood.

saint's blood covered your arms. your chest. your hands. his head was still resting against your heart. exactly where it had been only seconds earlier. except now there was no heartbeat answering yours.

you closed your eyes. held him even tighter and waited. for a breath that never came.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

they spent months searching for saint. in the end, he was found exactly where he'd always wanted to be. in your arms.

⠀

♱⠀

⠀

the day had already started off perfect, the soft lavender light of the rising sun filtering through your blinds and painting your room pastel. your body was warm under your duvet, slotted perfectly against your boyfriend's bare chest. he slept peacefully, nose still buried in your hair from when he dozed off to the scent of your shampoo. for once, you didn't have to pull away to start getting ready for work or to head off for your early morning classes.

a smile tugged at your dry lips, the faint buzz of content humming low against the groggy haze of your senses. the warmth of knowing you were going to have a good day only grew when you felt keegan stir behind you, his grip around you tightening.

the first thing he had done that morning was press soft kisses to your scalp. his eyes hadn't even opened yet when he buried his face in the bend of your neck, the metal of his septum cool against your warm skin.

"morning," he had mumbled into your neck, breath soft against your collarbone as his fingertips brushed gently over your sides. he nuzzled deeper into you, arms tugging you higher up the bed to make it easier on his back. he settled against you, continuing to graze his lips over every inch of skin they could find.

you tilted your head back and pressed a kiss to his puffed cheeks. his face was always rounder in the morning, swollen with sleep and surrounded by chestnut colored waves mussed around his apple-colored cheeks. his eyelids stayed at half-mast, clouded with sleep and adjusting to the light.

"morning, baby." your voice had still been hoarse with sleep, the scratchiness of it pulling at the corners of kee's lips. he loved hearing your voice first thing in the morning, the sound being the equivalent to raking his nails against crushed velvet; soothing in a way unlike any other.

he pulled his hand from under your waist and took your chin between his fingertips, pulling you closer to ghost kisses along your jaw. you smiled at the sensation of his lips — still pulled back into that boyish smile — trailing over you first thing that day. it didn't help that he had started to lean into you, sinking you deeper into the mattress as his six foot stature decided to bore its weight onto you.

"you're crushing me," you huffed out a laugh, already breathless. he hummed lowly against your ear, a scratchy dismissive sound and a sarcastic "hm, sorry". he pulled your body to lay flat beside his, his left hand cradling your cheek as his right found purchase under your shoulder.

the palor of his thin frame was painted the same lilac hue as your room, illuminating his dark brown hair a lustrous shade of mauve. his pale skin somhow looked even softer in the cool-toned light. he was handsome, impossibly so when his cherub features were obscured by the mess of his natural curls. he had decided to let his hair grow out longer than usual, his bangs now brushing over his long dark lashes and framing his jawline in a way that made your head spin. a part of you wanted to reach over to your nightstand and capture the moment forever with your polaroid camera, but you had decided against it, choosing to savour the moment and commit it to memory.

the soft pressure of his lips finding yours pulled you from the thick haze of your thoughts, his arms pulling you closer and anchoring your body to his. the chill of the morning wind filtered through your curtains, awakening awareness in your body as your duvet slipped from your shoulders, bunching around your waist. the warmth of keegan's embrace softened the sudden drop in temperature, his lips still enveloping yours as his calloused fingertips caressed your cheek. his thumb traced the skin beneath your eyes when he murmured softly against your lips.

"you're so pretty in the morning," his voice had also been rough with sleep; a whole octave deeper yet still soft in a way that made your chest ache. the timbre vibrated through his chest, rumbling against your own as you smiled, slow and genuine as you returned his slow kisses.

"says you," you took his bottom lip between your teeth, nails raking soft pink lines over his back and earning a delectable shiver of keegan's body. he huffed a small bout of laughter through his nose, his lips mirroring the grin across your own as he rolled you underneath him, his knees straddling your hips to hovers over you in nothing but his boxers. his hands run over the silky span on your sides, the cool skin of his cheek pressed against your own as he nuzzled into you.

a faint hitch of his breath slipped his parted lips as your fingers danced along the wide span of his back. his kisses found their way back to your jaw, venturing down the valley of your neck with soft nips and traces of his tongue. he was all over you, fingertips digging into your sides and lips painting your skin with soft marks — yet it wasn't rushed, not being fueled by the usual lust between you two.

in fact, you felt yourself being lulled halfway back to sleep with each brush of his long lashes against the valley of your breasts, with the slow tickle of his hair dragging across your breasts as he lost himself in sloppy kisses down your sternum nearing your navel.

the moment stretched on for enternity, the both of you lost in the foggy haze of the AM cold and the languid warmth of each other's bodies. you had long since grown wet between your legs, but you felt no need to rush his lips to where you wanted him most. you had simply let him continue covering your skin with his lips, let his big hands roam over your thighs as he worshipped the inner skin of them with his mouth.

clearly, he wasn't preoccupied with time, either. keegan's eyelids had screwed themselves shut, his mind clouded with nothing but his need to feel you. the gutwrenching urge seeped into his bones, deep enough to make him ache at his very core. his heart swam the a rose-tinted miasma of amourine, lucid in his love for you. he found himself groaning unabashedly into your thighs when your fingers carded through his hair; not tugging, but running your nails across his scalp, borderline massaging it as he surrounded himself in you. his eyebrows furrowed as he pressed your thighs tighter around his head, tossing your calf over his shoulder to hook your ankles behind his shoulder blades. kee trailed sloppy kisses over your mound, his ardor tapering off to barely-there pecks over your panty-covered vulva.

"missed this," he mumbled against you, voice muffled by your underwear and your thighs as he rested his nose against your clit. you laughed, caressing his hair and opening your legs to see his pretty brown eyes peering back up at you through his messy fringe.

"missed what, exactly?" you asked as you propped yourself onto your elbow, smile evident in your tone. your fingers that were still half-buried in his hair wrapped around his waves, thumb threading through the individual strands as you admired him in his state — leaning into your touch, slowly blinking to keep himself awake, and half-hidden by your thighs.

"this," he croaked out, too lost in the feeling of you to understand how vague he was being. "waking up to this," he explained as he rubbed his cheek deeper into your palm. "waking up to you."

"yeah?" you hummed, earning a slow nod from him, now leaned against your thighs with his eyes closed. "well, you have me all day today," you allowed your elbow to slip, laying back to place both your hands in his bed head.

"thank god," he exasperated, voice filling the room despite him speaking into the plush of your cunt. you laugh again, full and unfiltered as he unwraps your legs from his shoulders to lay against your stomach, thumbs tracing slow circles on your hips.

"we need to do this more often."

"what, take off work to laze out?"

"mhm," he nods into your skin.

"hmm," you simply hummed, contemplating it for a moment before letting it become an issue for future you. you remove a hand from keegan's hair, a small noise of disapproval leaving him as you fish for your phone through your crumpled sheets. disconnecting it from your charger, you lift it halfway to your face, quickly thumbing in your passcode and turning on Bluetooth. you connect it to the speaker plugged up on your cluttered dresser, the small chime of the device affirming the connection filling the comfortable silence that fell between you two. you open up your playlist for lazy days just like these and let the first few notes fill the room before adjusting the volume and turning off your phone, tossing it back to where it was before.

keegan was still stationed between your legs, head resting over your navel where he had drifted halfway back to sleep, the music blending with the comforting thrum of your heartbeat pulsing in his ear.

for a long moment, it's just the two of you drifting in and out of consciousness while intertwined together.

you had almost slipped back into sleep when you were drawn back into consciousness by movement between your legs; slender fingers hooking under the soft cotton of your panties and pulling the fabric from under the curve of your ass. you grinned as you felt the bed dip with movement, mattress groaning with each shift of your boyfriend's body as he slid your underwear over your knees and finally off your feet. you peered down to see keegan sitting back on his heels, hair falling into his face as his half-lidded eyes soaked in the sight of your bare pussy.

"what happened to us having all day?" you smiled as he situated himself back between your legs, not looking up once.

"we do have all day," he spoke against your labia, breath soft against your clit as your lower back tingled at the sensation of his lips brushing against you.

"doesn't mean I have to wait all day, either," he finished before softly suckling your clit between his lips, tongue gently caressing the underside of your bundle of nerves. you clenched around nothing, back arching off the bed as you giggled. your hands returned to his soft chestnut curls as he pressed his tongue flat against you, covering the entirety of you with his saliva. your eyes flutter close as you relax into the sensation of your boyfriend's tongue working you towards a long, drawn-out journey of pleasure.

since that morning, you and keegan have been busy doing absolutely nothing.

he had hit up his plug shortly after showering and brushing his teeth, the taste of you long since faded and replaced with the herbal sweetness of the green tea he had picked up on his way over to his dealer's. he had come back with enough bud for a party of four, the iridescent packs mixed in bags filled to the brim with junk food and your favorite snacks he'd bought while out. he hadn't bothered to get dressed, throwing on a decently clean pair of black sweats, a black fitted sweat jacket, and house slides over black socks before heading out the door with a quick, firm kiss goodbye. his hair was still a mess, fluffed out and slightly frizzy like a brown halo around his cheekbones.

he offered a small smile, lips pressing together into a thin line as he nudged your bedroom door close behind him.

"ooh, mini haul," you sing-songed out as he toed his slides off, kicking them out of the way and plopping on the bed next to you.

"mini-haul, mhm" he repeats with approval as he opened one of the plastic bags, pulling out a large iridescent package of weed. he held the reflective package to the side of his face, jaw dropping in mock surprise as your face lit up with surprise. you make a genuine noise of excitement, earning a gummy smile and a huff of laughter from kee.

he tossed the pack into your lap, setting the bags on the carpet next to your bed before getting up to retrieve your glittery epoxy rolling tray (a gift he had gotten you alongside a bouquet of lilacs and lilies and your favorite snacks for your past anniversary). the bed dipped under his weight as his hand dug into the contents of his pocket. his peach-flavored nic clattered gently against the glossy tray.

he extended his hand and made a grabbing motion, pressing the nicotine to his lips and taking a deep pull. the room filled with the distinct scent of fresh bud the second you ripped the bag open. you tilted it towards him, letting his hand dig in to fish out a nug. He thumbed it down into the grinder balanced on the tray before grinding the weed with a lazy twist of hus wrists. your fingers burrowed under the silk satin of your pillow case to retrieve your pen as you mentally prepared yourself from keegan's inevitable teasing — pre-gaming, you thought with a nod.

sure enough, he paused his movements to look at you, eyebrows raising to his hairline as his chin cocks back, an incredulous expression warping his features. he opens his mouth to speak, only to be met by a mild "aht" and your hand raising in interruption as the other pressed the pen to his lips. his lids lower to give you a major case of side eye, a beat of mild judgement passing before he scoffed and accepted the hit regardless.

"you have a problem," he said flatly as he exhaled a mix of sweet-smelling smoke.

"says the guy who just bought a month's worth of weed on a thursday morning," you quipped back, eyes trained on his lips as you encourage another hit.

he stiffened at you suddenly calling him out.

"touché," he mumbled, taking another hit as he continues with the grinder. you chuckled in response, leaning back to take a pull of your own as you rolled over to settle against your pillows.

the music from the playlist you had thrown on earlier filled the room alongside the soft crackle of the wicks to your favorite scented candle, creating a warm ambience to the comfortable silence that fell between you as he focused on rolling your blunts.

you admired his side profile as he works; how his soft pink lip caught between his teeth as he carefully twists the end of the first one, how the steep slope of his jawline flexed when he reached a flow state of focus, how the light caught the curve of his nose and passed through his mahogany waves that obscured the rest of his features. the familiar buzz of thc warmed your senses as you watched kee roll up five more blunts.

he exhaled through his nose, lips pressing back into that awkward thin-lipped smile as he dusted his fingers off and set the rolling tray onto your nightstand. he retrieved a lighter from the pocket to his sweatpants before taking a neatly pearled rollie and pressing it to your parted lips. he leaned over and flicked the engraved metal cap open with his thumb, igniting a flame under the cannabis and letting you take a few quick puffs before flicking the silver zippo close. you took the first hit as he tossed the lighter onto your dresser, the metal hitting the wood with a heavy thud. you exhaled as you admired the chipped silver of his polished nails as he unzipped his sweat jacket, tossing it over one of your bedposys before settling across your bed in his ribbed white tank top.

you lay on your stomach, head nodding to the bass-heavy rhythm of your favorite song vibrating across the acoustics of your room and encasing you in sound. you mouthed along to the lyrics, offering the blunt to kee. he scoots in closer, his leg pressing against yours as he leaned down against his elbow to take a hit as it burned between your lithe fingertips.

his hand found purchase on your lower back, gently tapping out the rhythm over the plush of your ass as his eyes close to join you in feeling the music. his head bobbed lazily, in switch with the beat as he exhales away from your face. the smoke blurred everything between you two as time stretched on, both of you lost in the calm ambience of your room and the familiar burn in your lungs.

somehow, keegan had draped himself across your back, his leg thrown over yours as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. his hands rested on his biceps, cheek pressed to your shoulder blades as he held you in a back hug. he was far bigger than you, his body pressing you into your sheets. you couldn't bring yourself to care when he felt so warm against you, when his weight felt more like him choosing to stay here with you rather than him crushing you.

you rested your chin on his folded arms, the blunt now stationed between his index and middle fingers as he puffed on it lazily behind your head. you felt your lips pull into a grin, smitten at the soft pressure of his forearm against your neck. the unintentional headlock he had you in made your head spin with far more than just thc. you pressed your cheek into his wrist, a low, content sigh leaving you as he offered the very last hit. you accepted it with a small nod, your lips brushing against his fingertips as you finish the last of it.

he unwinds from your body, the sudden absence of his warmth sending a chill up your spine. you made a dejected sound of protest as he stubbed out the smoking filter, placing it in an ashtray before retrieving a second. he hadn't offered this time, placing it between his teeth and he lighting it himself. you craned your neck to watch him, body heavy and buzzing as the full effect of the weed ebbed through your system.

"come back," you pouted, earning a huff of laughter and a shake of keegan's head. he took one last drag before ashing the setting the joint in the ashtray. he appeared behind you in a moment's notice, knees straddling your hips as he bent down to hold your jaw, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth. you purr against his lips, accepting the smoke gratefully before blowing it out with a hazy chuckle. he mirrored your grin, his own silvery laughter warm against the skin of your back as he spoke.

he lowered to his elbows, mouth warm against the shellbof your ear. "somebody's already gone," the serene rasp of his voice was just above a whisper, the saccharine sweet of his breath surrounding your senses in nothing but him.

"mhm," you nodded, not bothering to pull away and letting the crown of your head kock gently against his jaw. he moved his head to block yours, a huff of laughter leaving his pierced nose before he tightened his grip on your chin to hold you still. he captured your lips in yet another sloppy kiss. he lifted himself off of you, firm hands wrapped around your biceps as he flipped your body to face him. he sat back, fingers intertwining with yours as his large frame towered over you.

"yeah? already?" he purred with smirk as he watched you squirm underneath him as he sat in your lap. you nodded again, eyes tracing over the sharp features of his shadow-covered face.

"very," the word came out weak, whinier than you intended, but it got the point across nonetheless. he lowered himself down to trace his tongue over the curve of your bottom lip, smiling at the way you mewled against him. he trailed his mouth over your neck, rejuvenating the fully-bloomed hickeys from that morning.

by the time he got to your navel, you wrapped your hands under his biceps and nudged him towards the headboard, signaling you wanted his attention. he glanced up, eyes widening at the sight of your eyes glazed over, tinted a soft shade of pink and clouded with lust.

you really were gone.

"wanna do you first," you sat up and pushed him back with you, your hands settling at his ribs as your lips latched onto one of his nipples.

kee sucked a sharp intake of breath past gritted teeth, his clammy hands trembling over the landscape of your shoulders, your waist — any and every inch he could feel you.

"been wanting to try something for a while," your voice lowered an octave, soft and sultry as you softly mouthed at the apricot-colored bud.

"y-yeah?" he panted, breathless as he studied your features. your eyes were still trained on his pretty face as you traced the pebbled skin of his areola with the tip of your tongue.

"mhm," you nodded, pulling away with a soft pop. your hands pressed against his chest to nudge him to to lay back flat. he followed your instuctions, cheeks tinged a pastel shade of pink as his thumb hooked under his sweatpants to tug them down. you helped slip them the rest of the way off, leaving him in his white wifebeater and black boxer briefs. he swallowed thickly, fingernails digging into the plush of your crumoled sheets as his heart hammered against his ribcage. his eyes went wide when you bent over the edge of tour bed to retrieve your day bag, the curve of your ass in your tiny pair of boyshorts the only thing keegan could focus on as you fished for whatever it is you had lost in your bag.

you pulled back up with a small "here it is", a folded assortment of bright jelly-colored condoms in one hand and a collection of sample-sized bottles of flavored lube in the other. for a moment, kee sat frozen at the head of your bed, eyes darting between the items as he seemed to exoerience all five stages of grief at once. his eyebrows raised to his hairline before furrowing in ewilderment, his expression reflecting every racing thought in his head before inevitably settling in an ill-diguised grin.

"you want to try flavored condoms," he spoke slowly, lips twitching as he sat losing his fight against his urge to giggle.

"and lube," you tossed the bottles onto your bedsheets.

"saw them online, thought i'd swing by a place on my way home from work," you trailed off, smile tugging at your lips at his bottom lip being pulled behind his teeth with his effort to keep a straight face. "kee..." the lukewarm warning landing the exact opposite of what you wanted as you watched his cheeks, neck, and ears flush pink.

kee snorts, hands flying to his mouth to stifle his snickering.

"what?"

the contagious spread of your boyfriend's sudden unabashed laughter had you grinning as you swat his thigh.

"c'mon, kee, have an open mind!"

"i am, i swear i am," he exclaimed as he peeked through his fingers, still giggling at your bemusemnt as he brought his hands down to rest at his sides.

"... just was unprepared, that's all," he sniffs, clearing his throat to hide the quiver in his lips (a failed attempt, but an attempt nonetheless).

you quirked an eyebrow.

"so you're game?"

he nods enthusiastically, his stoic expression joined with a mock-serious "mhm".

"yeah, i'm game. totally game."

"... only if I can try it on you after, of course."

"you already ate me out once today."

"okay?" his noise scrunched together as his top lip pulled back in mild distaste. "what are you, the pussy-eating police? I'll do it again. the fuck?"

you raise your hand in surrender, digressing with a laughed "damn, nevermind" as you tugged onthe elastic waistband of his briefs. he lifted his hips to make it easier for you, his half-stiff dick gently slapping across his stomach as you tossed his underwear across the room.

his skin still smelled like the softly scented peppermint soap in your bathroom, warm and clean against your sheets. a content hum buzzed against tour lips as you trailed kisses up the defined valley of his chiseled torso back to his face, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and squeezing gently as you taste his lips again.

Sweet hints of honey and ginseng mingled with the artificial sweetness of his peach-flavored vape, pleasantly mixing on your tongue as you felt him twitch between your fingers. you pull away to spit into your hand, palm returning to pump his length slowly with lazy winding twists of your wrist.

"fuck," he breathed out, head tipping back to display the bob of his adam's apple as he swallowed thickly. the sight sends excitement down to your core. his eyelids were stationed half-mast, a sharp hiss of breath sucked past the heart-shaped keyhole of his parted lips as his hips bucked into your thumb caressing his pretty pink tip.

"faster," he panted, throat still exposed as he shut his eyes, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure.

you huffed a soft "hah!, smirking at how quickly he became into a panting mess of limbs bucking into enclosed fingers.

"don't laugh," he complained, his laments strained and breaking off pathetically like the whines of a petulant child. he was strung tight like a bow, muscles tense as he exhaled shakily through his nose. he sniveled softly, his peony-colored lip caught behind his central incisors.

he sighed shakily through his teeth, the florid shade of his cheeks warm against the dewy ivory of his skin. he was a vision of plush pink lips, opaline skin, and tussled tawny waves as you lowered your head to press soft kisses to his flushed tip. you were instantly rewarded with an angelic whine filling your room.

"I'm not laughing at you, baby," you cooed between kitten-licks, the tip of your tongue lapping the pre blooming across his slit. "it's just you were so timid earlier. now look at you. haven't even started yet and you're so sensitive."

"I noticed," he deadpanned, mahogany irises glaring half-assed daggers at your position between his legs. you chuckled, softening your teasing into gentle affection as your thumbs ran along the milky skin of his inner thighs.

"i know, i know. i'm getting there." you reached under the bend of his knee to grab the array of brightly colored condoms. you skim the labels for the flavors.

"hm. what're we thinking? i'm thinkin' of going for the cherry one," you pulled at the glossy packaging of the fuschia-colored rubber.

the marijuana had finally reached its peak for keegan, his body laxing into the softness of your bed as he rested against your headboard, fingertips grazing over the shell of your ears as he watched from above.

"yeah?" his fingers grazed over the back of your neck, nails softly raking across the back of your scalp.

"what lube goes well with that one?"

"I dunno," your gaze languidly runs over the assortment of flavors.

"... tahitian vanilla, maybe? sound promising," you raised an eyebrow, shrugging as you caught his gaze. the corner of his lips lift as he nods lazily, lids half-hast as the sun hits his half-naked body.

"sounds good."

you nodded once before discarding the condom wrapper and rolling the glossy latex over his length.

"not too tight?"

"mm-mmn," he hummed faintly as he shook his head no, eyelids fluttering close at the sensation of your hand back on his gender. he groaned when you wrapped your lips around him, the sound resonating deep within his chest. the soft suction of your mouth and the vibrations from your beingbsastisifed with the flavor had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, a mix of a laugh and a moan gracing your ears as his hands found their place on top of your head.

the room fills with the slick sound of you slurping around his fruit-flavored length and the waning keen of your name, soft curses littering the space between his gasps and gentle mewls of praise.

"tastes good?" he panted, tongue darting out to run over along the corners of his mouth as you pulled away, a thin tendril of saliva connecting your spit-glossed lips and his twitching pink tip.

a soft smile graced your features, contrasting from the raw carnality of your fist pumping away at his cock. nothing but glassy amour gleamed against your dilated pupils.

"so good," you grinned.

the heavy lust lacing your tone had keegan's head swimming in complete and utter bliss. the heat blossoming at his core had spread to the taut muscles of his stomach as beads of sweat trailed down the divots of his abs. he quivered—actually quivered— under your gaze, hands trembling as he reached out to caress your face.

"yeah? 'cause it feels good. so fucking good," he crooned softly.

you moaned at his words, your thighs pressing deeper into your mattress to roll your hips against your sheets, seeking any kind of friction against the tingling arousal flooding your panties. you sink back down onto his cock, taking him until he presses against the back of your throat.

"fuckkk," the word came out strained, vowels stretched out as his mouth gaped into an 'o' shape.

"shit, baby," he pants, hips jerking as you swallow around him. you lifted to suckle on just the tip, chest heaving as you caught your breath.

"that feel good for you?" you bat your eyelashes, already knowing the answer but yearning to hear it from him.

"too fuckin' good, baby. swear to god," his words died in his chest as you started to fondle with his balls, palming them gently as his thighs twitched with need. you turned your head to ghost your lips over the thick vein on the underside of his dick, tongue flicking against the sensitive glands of his frenulum.

for a long moment he was silent, only sharp exhales and high-pitched whines cutting through the absence of his dirty talk. his hands pressed deeper in the tangled mess at the crown of your head, hips lifting off the bed to softly thrust his cock deeper down your throat. tears beaded at the corner of your eyes as you took what he have you, breathing through your nose as his mushroom tip grinded against your uvula with each roll of his hips.

just when you had found comfort in your breathlessness, he pulled you off of him, pre coating the inside of the sanguine-colored latex encasing his coral-hued member.

"fuck, you're gonna make me come," the words tumbled out in one big heave as air rushed back into his lungs, his senses finally not overwhelmed with the all-encompassing ectasy of your mouth. the newfound oxgyen cut through the murky haze of his mind just enough to allow him to focus on quelling the banging of his heart against his ribcage.

his breath immediately hitched when you squeezed the tip, thumb massaging firm circles against the sensitive underside of his dick.

"would that be such a bad thing?"

you pouted when he swatted your hand away from his erection.

"uh, yeah? i'm still trying to fuck you later on?" the end of his sentences curled with panting exasperation as if you were asking the most obvious question known to man.

his hands, still trembling, found purchase under your arms as he sat up, pulling you into a sloppy yet gentle clash of teeth and tongue.

he hummed a low sound of pleasure, the remnants of warm cherry and vanilla sweet on his taste buds as he suckled your into his mouth.

"that does taste really good," he pulled away with a smile, skin flushed the same shade of pink as his kiss-wollen lips as he chuckled breathlessly against your mouth.

you clicked your tongue, the amusement of your 'i told you so' gleaming in your irises him before he pulled you back into your oral landscape of honeyed ginseng and cherry-vanilla. his grip tightened around you before he flipped you to lay in his spot against your headboard, the sheets were still warm and damp from the sweat cooling against his skin.

he sat back on his heels, rolling the condom off his length and ignoring the tendril of pre connecting his tip to the latex after it's off of him. leaning over the edge of your bed to toss it into your trash, his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs for balance as you picked up the bottles of lube.

"which one're you feeling? I've got that vanilla one, green apple, cherry, birthday cake," your voice trailed off when he lifted your hips off of the mattress and tugged off your underwear.

"birthday cake sounds fun," he smirked as his hands wrapped behind your knees, yankng you to press the curve of your ass flat against his chest. you gasped at your shoulders suddenly being the only thing on your bed as he crawled forward, your body rolling up as your back joined the chiseled marblebof his torso. your legs were tossed behind his head as his hands moved to anchor themselves of your hips, locking you in place against his lips as his forearms bracketed your waist.

your panties were still stationed at the bend of your knee, kee simply ducking his head under the damp fabric to suck your labia into mouth. the humidity of his breath against your slick vulva had you fluttering around nothing as he circled his head, flat tongue dragging mind-numbingly slow against your clit. you ground yourself harder against him, electricity tingling up your spine at kee's soft suckling and flicking at your bundle of nerves. his jaw was tense with movement as he lapped against you with each downstroke of your hips. he moaned against you, vibrations strong enough to wrench a cry of pleasure from your dry lips. he buried himself into your cunt, hands leaving your hips to press your thighs tighter around his head.

"you don't even have any- ah! on me yet," you panted, cut off by the rush of arousal drenching your slit after a harsh pull of his lips around your clit. keegan only hummed against you, a dismissive sound before he licked a final stripe up your folds.

he tossed his hair back, bangs no longer covering his eyes as his hold tightened on you. his hand extended to pluck the confetti-dotted bottle of artifical flavor from your grasp, thumb popping open the cap as he kept you against him with one hand. he squeezes a stream of the cream-colored gel directly on your clit, the sudden chill of it making you jump. tossing the bottle somewhere on your sheets, he spreads the cool liquid over your folds, fingers swirling over your bud.

your lip caught between your teeth as you writhed against his fingers, blown-out pupils trained on how his index, middle, and ring fingers covered you entirely. he smiled at the sound before pressing your folds together to press a pretty kiss to your clit, the lube glossing his lips.

"such a pretty pussy," he purred, lips languidly trailing down to mix the sweetness of the lube with the distinct flavor of your arousal.

"all wet f'me from suckling me off," the tip of his tongue prods at your opening, teasing your entrance with butterfly-soft pressure.

"you usually get this wet giving me head, baby?"

you whined at this teasing, struggling to find words when he was so close to giving you what you needed.

"mhm," you finally squeeze out. your mouth had fallen agape and your vision grew hazy through your dark lashes, wading deep in the heavy waves of satisfaction as you watched keegan murmur praise into your cunt with his glasses askew over his slick nose.

"always."

kee moaned against you, dick twitching at your words as he finally buried his tongue inside you. the wet muscle pistoned into your gummy walls as his nose bumped against your clit with each wild buck of your hips against his face. the sound of him devouring your sopping cunt and his muffled groans filled the room, a filthy continuation of what you had just done to him.

the minutes seemed to stretch on like hours in your altered state of mind, the weed and your primal urge to ride his face until you came warping your sense of time. you couldn't tell if it had been five minutes or fifty; you hadn't cared since you were rapidly approaching what you anticipated to be the best orgasm of your life.

"fuck, keep going," you sighed out, a familiar warmth spreading throughout your tingling lower half. "don't stop. don't fucking stop."

kee whimpered, still face-deep in your groin as he talked you through it. "yeah? you getting close? i want you close," he rambled.

"wanna feel you come all over my tongue, cover my mouth in you. you gonna give me what I need, baby?"

you nod, chest heaving as you approached your climax.

"c'mon, pretty. give it to me. give me what i need an' come all over my face."

you had never heard kee speak like that to you a day in your life.

the sheer shock of it hurdled you impossibly quick over the edge, a yelp leaving you as pleasure flooded every inch of your sweaty body. your hands buried in his hair, pushing him deeper into your spasming cunt as he licked you clean with a fervor, eyebrows still knitted prettily in the middle of his forehead as he worked you though the aftershocks. he pulled away only when your grip had turned evasive, tugging his curls hard enough to sting at the scalp. he panted, the slick skin of his nose, chin, and mouth cooling from the wind of your ceiling fan.

he held you there long after you came, his hands caressing your sides as he kissed your inner thighs. "god, that was so hot," you giggled, hands covering your face as it burned with the realization of what just happened. kee simply nodded, gently setting you down and wiping his face with the inside of his shirt as he caught hus breath. the hum of the long-forgotten music pulsed you back into awareness, the tingling bliss of your orgasm still buzzing under your skin as you grounded yourself in reality. kee got up to tug back on his boxers, still-stiff cock pressing against the cotton as his slipped behind you, resting your head in his lap over a pillow.

"what about you?" you asked softly, already drifting back to sleep.

"don't worry about it," his hair tickled your cheeks as he bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. the click of his zippo's flint and steel welcomed the scent of marijuana back into your senses.

"we got all day."

author's note: I was going to write way more but I realized I but off more than I could chew, lmfao. i got a little lazy at the end. the actual sex will happen in the next two parts, I promise. for now, take this.