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“Old habits die screaming…”

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A RTG fanfic

Summary: Isobel Laurel kept on convincing herself that those were just simple coffee dates with his ex-husband, but she can't fool herself forever.

Author's notes: I do not own RTG, it is writtern by beeyotch on wattpad

Rated M for mature content.

Those were just small talks over coffee, she tried to convince herself. Just innocent escapades while reminiscing things that happened in the past. Sure, they were had their history but it’s all in the past. Sure, she had already remembered him, how they were, but she cannot undo things. She wouldn’t want to. She has her Sandro. And that is enough… or is it?

Perhaps it is not, she admitted, shivering, outside a bachelor pad. Praying to heavens that he is home unlike those days when she had to stand for hours and go home dismayed.

He married his work after all, she giggled, feeling light. She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh before pressing a finger to his doorbell.

“Please be home. Please be ho—“ the door swung open revealing a dishevelled man in his naked glory. He had his white pants on, but that’s not the point.

“Isobel?!” he exclaimed as if seeing an apparition—a soaked and tipsy apparition.

She gave him a small smile. “Hi.”

“Jesus, why are you wet?”

“Because you’re dry?” she answered dumbly and giggled again. “There was an outpour. I did not watch the news.”

“And why are you drunk?” he added and pulled her by her arms inside.

“Why aren’t you?” she asked back and laughed. “I’m not, though. Just a glass of beer. Relax, Doctor, I drove here.”

“Fuck.” He whispered while trying to sit her still on his couch but she kept on melting down like a Jell-O, clinging to his broad shoulders as if her life depends on it.

“Yes, let’s.” she replied on her sultriest voice. He stiffened and looked at her droopy eyes. It’s probably the alcohol, he chastised himself, get a grip, Sean Denver!

“Let’s do that, fuck”, the vixen added

Before he lost his cool and jump unto her like a wild animal, he stood up and went inside his room to rummage for some dry clothes and a towel to dry her up.

“Damn, why does she have to show up in her most vulnerable and alluring state?” he exclaimed to no one and pulled his hair in frustration.

How long has it been? 20 years? Right. 20 antagonizing years of thirsting over her… of longing to feel her silky skin and have a taste of her sweetness.

Then, a wave of guilt came rolling unto him. He should’ve been more patient. He shouldn’t have been too greedy to ask for more than she could give. Things would’ve been different now. There were plenty of times when he would blame everything to himself. It was his entire fault.

Things happened, things that couldn’t be undone. He had Sammie, his sweet princess and she had Sandro, her treasured son.

Considering all things said and done, Isobel Lyana Laurel is still the girl he loved and will continue to love with all of him. Yes, he’s not a Saint. There will always be the constant longing but he chose to content himself with just a glimpse of her and her life.

Just hearing her sweet laughs is enough to keep him going. He would be very careful with her.

He would wait for her even if it takes a lifetime.

Sean’s train of thought was interrupted when his door opened, revealing an almost naked, smiling Isobel.

Before he could formulate any logica

Before he could formulate any logical thought, she kissed him good and hard just like the way she always do.

Her warm little hands were in his hair, grabbing and tugging in sync with her rosebud of a mouth. He could smell her sweat of frustrations and a hint of alcohol, thighs wrapped around his waist as her moans echoed down his throat.

“Isobel, Isobel… baby, wait.” He protested and stumbled upon the edge of his bed and fell on it, bring his frustrated vixen on top of him. He could feel her tremble, or was it him?

He tried to align his messy thoughts but all he could feel was her, her warm hands, her sweet demanding lips, her wonderful cries…

“Baby, please, let’s not do something you’ll regret when you’re sober”, he whispered looking into her orbs and found himself drowning unto them.

He shook his head when her face turned sour, obviously thinking unnecessary thoughts.

“And yes, I want you. For the longest time, I do. But I wouldn’t take advantage of your drunken stupor, baby, if we do something like this, we’ll do it when we’re both thinking straight.”

The corner of her lips began to tug upwards, eyelids dropping down showing a lopsided grin. Her hair was wet, her eyes bloodshot, her nose swollen red and she is still the most beautiful thing her eyes ever laid upon.

But of course, that is a well-known fact, ever since he saw her under that lamppost. She smiled some more and touched his temple, then traced the line of his brow.

“Silly. Doctor. Sean”, she uttered, planting a rainbow of kisses on his face. She kissed him fully on the lips. Once. Twice. Thrice… and latched on his lower lip like it’s her favourite candy.

“One, I just had beer at Kitty’s but I’m not wasted. I even managed to drive here. Two, I want more than these silly coffee dates but I’m scared because after all the things that happened, I don’t deserve you anymore—“

“Hush.” He placed a finger on his lips.

“I love you. No buts, I just do. And don’t talk like you’re the only one wronged, we both are. But it’s all in the past. And to me, you are more than enough. So much more than enough, Isobel. God. You have no idea. I just thought that we may be rushing things.”

Isobel snorted at his last statement. “Silly.” said she. “I love you, too. And we’re both almost fucking Fifty, how is that rushed?”

Her declaration left her dumbfounded. Damn, she’s just astoundingly gorgeous.

“Now, kiss me.” Sean obeyed her command, helpless against her eager face.

And he knew this was the beginning of something new, something amazing. “Isobel, fuck. My sweet Isobel. You’re home. Damn.”

She went there with his fingers first. Limbs splayed on his duvet, her skin shining with sweat from the glorious climax. Second with his teeth and tongue, devouring her swollen clit and shy dripping hole.

He had her crying his name, delirious from her high. Then he found himself underneath her, impatience written on her face, she straddled her hips.

“We can stop—“ “For the love of god, shush. I want this, I want you. Now.” His length was pressed against her belly, hard and ready. She held it and slid unto her, lips parted, revealing her swollen clit. He tried to hold her waist in attempt to stop her.

“There’s a condom in my drawe—oh!” “Too late.” She giggled and bit her lip feeling full and complete. He was inside her, balls deep and raw. She leaned in and kissed his neck. “At my age, I don’t think there is a need for that, anyway.” She whispered and his face flushed red in embarrassment. What a big baby! She thought.

She moaned, gripping him. Trying to get used to his size. It’s been ages. Damn. Then she moved up again, slowly letting him go, feeling herself hollowed missing him, then welcome him again inside as she moved down.

It stung a little but it didn’t hurt. It was a good hurt. She found a rhythm and arching her back, she found out she could press her clit against her pelvis on each down stroke.

“Oh, Sean, this is so good.” He was doing well, hanging in there until she rotated her hips, that’s when he knew, he’s doomed. He wouldn’t last long, no matter how he try but he will even though it killed him. He sat up straight and held her waist still.

“Baby, hold on. Sshh. I got you. That’s my girl.” He held her hands, stroking her hair, dropping hot kisses on her neck and collarbones. She sighed when he moved her slowly upwards and downwards, so slowly, it almost hurt. So slowly, she had her toes curl in pleasure.

“My gorgeous Isobel, your cunt is amazing. You are amazing.” His voice was low and soothing.

“Oh, god!” she cried out. He bent her back until she was laying on his bed, her eyes lost in passion and muscles tremble in excitement.

Now on top, he held her knees and pressed them on the mattress. He pulled his shaft and thrust with all his might. He couldn’t help but groan. She’s so tight. So warm. So soft. Unbelievably so.

He began his controlled pace, leaving her whimpering and clawing on his back.

“Sean, oh I think I’m—“ He kissed her full on the lips and quickened his pace. “I know baby, shh… I got you”

Minutes after, perhaps hours, she came, her insides gripping on him like vice, mouth hung open for a silent cry of pleasure, until then, Sean decided to let himself go, feeling his seed explode on her insides and flowing outside of her swollen hole.

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