#sscfic

That’s what she tells herself, as she presses up against him, because thinking about anything else might lead to regretting that and that is the last thing Rosaline wants to do.

Not when he’s kissing her.

“Thank god, for short dresses,” Benvolio says. His lips against her neck now, and Rosaline feels the words vibrate through her.

“Thank Juliet is more like it.”

“I don’t want to think about Juliet right now,” Benvolio says. “I want to think about you.”

When a moment later his hand is on her, she has to say that she agrees with him. It’s hard to think about anything other than his hand on her. The way he knows exactly how to touch her, as though he’s done this before.

Which he has.

At the rehearsal dinner.

And after the bachelor party when he was just a little tipsy and he knocked on her door.

And that time they got tricked into being the ones to pick out the cake and barely made it to his car in the parking garage.

And in the dressing room while -

“Fuck, Ros” Benvolio says, cutting off her train of thought. “You’re gorgeous like this.”

If she had Benvolio’s ego she would say I’m always gorgeous, instead she blurts out the word, “Thanks,” and feels absurd a moment later.

What is it about this man that makes her forget herself?

She looks away from him for a moment, so she can remember how to speak, saying, “You should do something about it?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “Yeah I should.”

When he kisses her it is familiar. Soft and slow, like she’d never imagined a man could kiss her. Like she never imagined a man would want to kiss her.

But he does.

And she wants him to.

She wants so much more than that.

She bites down on his lip to inspire him to move and he does. The kiss turning more heated and passionate in a moment, them only pulling apart for air.

“We’re going to have to be back out there soon,” Rosaline reminds him.

Because as much as she loves foreplay, as much as she loves knowing that he can take her apart inch by inch, as much as she loves that thing he does with his tongue, they don’t have time for that.

She needs more than making out while he fingers her in a bathroom stall.

“I can be quick,” he insists.

“Normally men don’t brag about that,” she replies.

Which in turn earns her one of those grins of his, the one that says challenge accepted, the one that guarantees she’s going to leave this bathroom with shaking legs and everyone knowing exactly what  they were up to in here.

She considers herself briefly lucky that she can’t flush like he does, his cheeks turning pink showing just how much he wants her.

Though that’s not the only part of him that shows his want for her.

She gasps out as he presses into her.

Familiar by now.

They’ve done this enough time that she knows the exact feel of him, the exact way he moves against her, pressing her up against the wall so that he can get a more stable angle.

She makes the mistake of looking in the bathroom mirror, caught by the sight them. His suit rumpling, her dress pushed up against her waist. Their two bodies moving in tandem, synchronized with their want for each other.

He follows her gaze, catches her eyes in their reflection for just a moment, two sets of eyes dark with need.

She kisses him for something to do.

Brings one hand up to tug his face towards her, his hand tightening in his hair, as she kisses him, greedy and open mouthed. She uses it as a way to keep quiet, to stop from moaning desperate and wanting, choking down her sounds in an attempt to keep a sense of dignity.

So that no one knows what the best man and the maid of honor are up to.

Benvolio does not have her frame of mine.

His loud against her lips, saying, “Ros,” over and over again like a prayer.

When she replies, “Ben,” it is softer, but carrying the same weight. Betraying the same need.

Her pleasure comes quickly, overwhelming her. Her head tilting back to hit against the wall, that will hurt later, but in the moment she doesn’t mind. Can’t find it in herself to care. Not when she feels like her entire body is on fire, the greatest rush, the highest high. The sort of high that only Benvolio can bring her.

He follows her there a moment later.

She can feel the way his hips stutter, once then twice, and how he kisses her again, a sort of lost afterthought, as though she has made him forget how to kiss a woman. She presses her lips against his, soft and steady, as he comes down against her.

This too is familiar by now.

They linger there for a moment, still together, holding onto each other.

Before finally pulling away and putting themselves back together.

He zips his pants up and Rosaline pushes her dress back down.

And then, she makes the mistake of looking in the mirror once again.

There is no way that anybody out there will not know exactly what they’ve been up to when they return, she knows that now.

The flower pinned to her dress is smashed, there’s sweat beading her brow, her hair pushes flat where it had been up against a wall for the duration of their activities. Whereas Benvolio is flushed, his lower lip swollen when she had bitten against it while lost to the moment, his suit wrinkled beyond manageable repair.

This time when he catches her gaze there is not as much heat there, but a softness.

This is a man that feels things for her.

Real things.

Things that Rosaline isn’t sure she’s prepared to deal with.

This was supposed to be a fling, a moment of recklessness while they worked side by side on their friends’ wedding, not whatever this was.

Not standing together, holding onto each other in the bathroom at the wedding reception, and her heart aching because she’s not sure the next time they will ever get a moment like this again.

“How did I get so lucky,” he asks voicing the very thoughts in her mind.

Prompts: 

-whenever your soulmate listens to music you can hear it too and the only way you can find them is when the music they’re listening to gets louder the closer you are to them

-soulmates can communicate through thoughts 

-you get to 18, then don’t age at all until you meet your soulmate

-whenever your soulmate feels an intense emotion you feel the opposite 

-you can taste the things that they are eating or drinking and the only way you can find them is to find the places that serve that same kind of food or drink they’re eating/drinking

-their signature appears on the back of your neck at a random point in time

-their last name appears on your wrist at a random point in time

-the heart in your chest is your soulmate’s and you can feel whatever they’re currently feeling and the only way you can find them is when it stops beating (kind of like taking the “when I first met you, i swear i could feel my heart stop beating” literally)

-you’re given a necklace that changes to the colors of what they’re currently feeling and the temperature is linked to how close you are to them (whenever they take the necklace off of them the connection is lost and you won’t know what they’re feeling or if you’ve even met each other)

-More soulmate au’s to get you inspired 

(I also compiled the songs on this YouTube Playlist for convenience)

Prompt List:

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

"Can somebody escort the 30 year old having a temper tantrum out of the building?"

“Well..I’m pregnant.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I read a lot of fanfiction. Trust me, I know how this will turn out.”

“You legit have no chill, whatsoever.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“It could be worse.”

“Marry me?”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Bite me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while.”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“I got you a present.”

“We’re not just friends. You know that.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“I’m baking a bunch of go fuck yourself cookies for you”

"I think my body forgets what shame is when I get drunk."

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“No one needs to know.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.”

“When I was told I was going on a blind date, I never thought it’d be you.”

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”

“I am very turned on right now.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Sometimes you just gotta dance.”

“No matter how bad things get, I’ll always be here for you.”

“Wow..um, you look really fucking sexy in that.”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Is there a reason you’ve taken over my bed?“

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“You’re distracting me and it’s very irritating.”

“Well this is awkward…”

"Just for the record, I’m uncomfortable."

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Even if I had a week, I couldn’t list all the reasons why this won’t work.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“No, wait…did you just say you love me?”

"You have to stop kissing me if you want to actually catch your plane."

“Come over here and make me.”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Kiss me.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

"Can you at least admit you were little worried about me?"

“There’s no use in hiding it, I know you love me.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Does that line ever work?”

“Who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are very different things.”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“We finish the same way we started, together.”

“If I’m lucky, you’ll stay for a while.”

“You want forgiveness? Fine, I’ll give it to you. You’re forgiven, okay?”

“Nothing could ever make me hate you.”

“I’m pretty good at providing distractions.”

"You can’t dirty talk your way out of this!"

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“You are the human version of a migraine.”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“Hush, I’m trying to kiss you.”

“Both of you have been glancing at each other for the past two fucking hours when the other isn’t looking. Will you please make out already!”

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” “It’s Monday.”

“You’re like a giant cinnamon roll.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“It’s only stupid if it doesn’t work.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Wanna dance?”

"Please don’t punch him too hard in the face. I like his face."

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

"I do see the appeal in wanting to start a fight with her, but you do realize she would absolutely destroy you."

“Watching you get angry is half the fun!”

“If we’re about to die right now I want you to know…”

“Sometimes you just gotta dance.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I guess…this is when we kiss?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Are you okay?” “No, next question.”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Well I fucked up again.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

“You left your underwear back at my place.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”

“Have you lost your mind!?”

"Look at my cute ass face and tell me you don’t love me"

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I lost our kids.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

"I didn’t become a journalist for this bullshit!"

“You’d look better in my shirt.”

“You deserve to know what love can feel like.”

“Let’s move in together.”

“I think people hug at this point.”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“I’m going to need about six more cups of coffee before I lose the nerve to do this.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“This is bad, right?”