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Most people would assume that sharing a bed with someone had to involve some level of romance. But that thought had never even crossed Seth’s mind. All he had done was try to comfort the girl and ensure that she was okay. He had been adamant that she needed to get away from her parents for the night, and that the only person on the street who would be willing to cross her father would be him. It was not hard to tell that she needed some sympathy and a shoulder to cry on, and he had been more than willing to provide her with both.

It helped that Vanessa had not been home in a number of days haven taken off in the middle of the night over some ridiculous argument involving his brother. If his wife had have been there, he was sure she would have demanded that Kate turn around and go back home. Vanessa was not necessarily the jealous type, but it had become quite apparent that she was growing tired of being second place on the list of her husband’s priorities.

Neither Seth nor Vanessa had expected guests within the first few months of the move, and so the room that had been created with the purpose of acting as a guest room was still filled with unopened boxes. It just did not seem right to Seth to turn her away due to there being no room, no place for her.

“I’ll take the sofa.” 

It was a friendly request in order to make the girl feel comfortable or at least ensure that nothing unpleasant happened between the two of them that could potentially ruin the relationship the two of them had formed. But the sobs that escaped Kate had managed to wake Seth from his slumber in the guest room that was adjacent to the master bedroom.

“Shit.” 

The logic part of him begged him to stay asleep, ignore the wails escaping the girl but the sensitive part of him was desperate to check on her. As much as he tried to suppress the sympathetic side of him, it just seemed to come out almost naturally whenever he was with the girl.

But the last thing that he had expected upon walking into the dimly lit bedroom was for Kate to reach for his hand, eyes swollen and red due to the mixture of tears and mascara. Although he knew there would be Hell to pay if Vanessa returned home and witnessed this sight, he couldn’t just turn his back on her when she seemed to need someone so badly.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” 

He smiled solemnly as Kate pressed her head against his chest, a delicate hand resting beside it as her eyes flickered to a close. Seth should have shrugged her off as soon as she drifted to sleep but he couldn’t, she deserved to have some company even if it meant having to share a bed with the preacher’s daughter.

                      There’s an awkward silence as Seth stares blankly at the door, curious as to whether or not the person on the other side was someone who would help him escape his wife. The second knock startles him and reminds him that it’s a matter of pleasantry to answer the door or to at least respond with a ‘I’ll be right there’. The hopefulness of an escape dissipates rather quickly as he is greeted with the sight of the family that lived just beside them. It was hard to be pleasant considering amicable conversations were never something that he was good at or did he care to indulge in. 

                                     “Well hello there, son. We are the Fullers, your neighbors. We just wanted to come on over and introduce ourselves, welcome you to the neighborhood. My wife was kind enough to make one of her famous pies for you.” 

                         Most people would argue that such a pleasant personality was infectious, but Seth believed otherwise. If there was one thing that he had grown to detest was how friendly people were to complete strangers, and this man was absolutely NO exception to that hatred. There is a glimmer of a smile on the dark haired man’s lips, an attempt to be as polite as possible despite how much he wished to the slam the door closed.

                         His hands (rather awkwardly) outstretched toward the pie casing, the warmth of the freshly baked good practically burning the palm of his hands. A part of him just wanted to keep staring at the steam rising and pretend as though he were listening when he could hardly be bothered offering even the slightest attention to whatever was coming out of his mouth. After a somewhat uncomfortable silence, Seth finally speaks. “Well, thank you. I would invite you inside but-...”

                         The excuse is quickly killed by the intrusion of his wife, Vanessa. Bounding down the stairs with a friendly smile outstretched across her lips, a delicate hand outstretching to the visitors. “Howdy neighbors! Why don’t you come on in?” Seth can feel the anger return as he cants his head toward his wife, brows furrowing. Had Vanessa seen the state of the living room? Boxes were piled up in every single corner of the house, and yet she had openly invited the neighbors in without so much as a discussion.

                         He pauses momentarily to move aside, allowing the family to cross the threshold one after another. But the only one not to move was the daughter. “Let me guess..” Seth smiles toward the raven haired girl, unsure of whether or not to say the next few words. “Is your father always like this, or are we just getting the special treatment?”

omg is it any good??

✗ - for a drunken kiss // ☆ - for a kiss on the neck:

“You think you can just take off like that with no explanation?!” 

His breath was soaked in the cheap liquor that the motel had so graciously provided them with, each word holding more anger and venom than the one before. A hand grasped her hip with force, a vice like grip on her pale body. 

As forcefully as he could be in his intoxicated state, Seth pinned the girl against the wall. It had taken a matter of seconds for him to take control and hurt her more than he ever had before, physically, at least. 

He tried to be the tough guy but the expression on his face was one of concern rather than one of anger. As much as he tried to convince himself that she deserved to be scolded, it was impossible. 

She wasn’t a child, she was a woman. He had forced her to grow up before she was even ready.

“You can’t just leave like that..”

His words are almost inaudible as his mouth brushes lightly against the skin of her neck. Any common sense that Seth had was thrown out the window as he placed kiss after kiss against the flesh beneath his lips. 

It was a struggle to control the feeling that had long since been hidden away in an attempt to prevent himself from taking advantage of the girl he had now considered to be a partner in the same way that he once had his brother.

In the chaos of the situation, he had found his way to her lips and pressed against them with as much passion and force that he could muster. The same lips that had screamed at him and called him almost every name under the sun. She tasted exactly how he would have expected, perhaps even better.

This was a mistake.

The alcohol was to blame, there was no way that this was his fault.