I accidentally deleted part 1 im so sorry
DISCLAIMER: I don't support the casting for the wuthering heights 2026 adaptation, I've watched the movie and it's stayed on my mind for a while so i wanted to write a fic about it, please don't send any hate, if you don't like this feel free to scroll!
It was 3am when you heard a knock on your door.
The knock was persistent and got louder by the second, it was now piercing your ears and you finally awoke from your deep slumber. Sighing heavily you sat up carefully and rubbed your sleep deprived eyes . You had been up all last night thinking about him, the very man that you swore no strings were attached to, the very man that although he wasn’t yours, gave you butterflies in your stomach every-time he touched you.
Heathcliff, you thought breathing in the cold air, your mind ran through endless possibilities as to why he was at your door. You went through a couple scenarios before whipping your feet off the bed. You chuckled lightly to yourself as you thought maybe he was here to talk, like really talk, one to one, a deep meaningful conversation. You carefully opened your Creaking bedroom door sighing once you closed it, one foot pressed against the cold hardwood floor and a shiver was sent up your spine as both feet touched the floor softly ,you took your time walking towards the doorway deliberately pressing your feet heavily along the corridor floor making enough noise for Heathcliff to know you were coming to open the door.
You had reached the door, before opening it you stepped up on your tiptoes to look through your small window designed with a vintage mosaic.
You studied his face, a provoked look sat across it, looking up at his eyes you had noticed wet traces of tear stains smothered around his bright pink cheeks. He had been crying. Disappointed you bit your bottom lip roughly. You knew what he was here for.
You undid the latch on the door and unlocked it slowly turning the handle to be taken in by Heathcliff's tall image. He tilted his head down to look at you, it was a look of exhaustion and desperation, his eyebrows furrowing gradually as he read your face, after what seemed like ages he finally spoke.
"you have not slept". He said as he reached down to tuck your hair behind your ear.
Self consciously you looked down to the porch floor trying to hide the dark circles that engrossed your eyes, hiding your face you replied.
"It's before dawn" You said avoiding his remark "the sun is yet to rise".
he chuckled a deep throated laugh, voice box vibrating. "And you're yet to tell me why your face has a worrisome look circulating around it". He said mocking you.
Defeated you stepped aside giving him way to walk into your home. It was a cold night, autumn was just ending and the trees around your small cottage were barren, the last remains of the once bright emerald coloured leaves falling on the floor and moulding into a hard crisp texture now a fiery red colour.
It was the fourth time this month he had come to your house unexpected and at peculiar times in the early morning.
He stood for a second, reluctant to walk in, acknowledging the state he was in. You thought for a second that he would turn back, but he didn't instead he swept you up off your feet and pulled you in for a hungry, possessive kiss. Startled by this it took you a while to gain awareness until his tongue was begging to access your mouth. Thinking for a second you kissed him back roughly. Both needing something. Your tongues danced softly together in harmonious movement.
He carried you in, closing the door with his foot carelessly, walking towards your room as his heavy boots treaded against your floor, leaving a trail of mud behind him. It was evidence, evidence that this was actively happening and that you weren't dreaming. Still enclosed by this hungry kiss you two shared he threw you down on your bed, back hitting the mattress softly you looked up at him a sultry look spread across your face as you studied him. He looked gorgeous in this light, his ruffled brown hair illuminating from your nightlamp, white shirt now see-through from sweat and tugged to the side, it stuck to his abs illustrating every curve and dip on his stomach. Your eyes glanced down at his swollen lips as he moved down to hover over your body, he messily unbuttoned his shirt throwing it to the side, you glanced over to the floor as it fell down. Evidence.
He grabbed your face slowly moving it to face him.
"You want this right?" He said looking for reassurance.
Your mouth opened for a second, processing, "y-yes" you said face plastered with doubt.
he stopped. Confused you looked at him eyebrows furrowed. "Do not look at me like that, God".
You opened your mouth to say something before he cut you off with another hungry kiss, it trailed down your neck making you gasp silently. "Heathcliff" You moaned as he nipped at your skin.
His hands started to trail along your curves, in a hurry you drew your pink nightgown off, fully exposed he had retreated from nibbling off your neck and he smiled, he had finally smiled, gold tooth glistening as light bounced off of it, you smiled too.
He unbuckled his belt and took off his drawls and before you could see anymore he slowly inserted his cock into your vagina, you gasped softly at the feeling and euphoria spread through your body, giving you a moment to adjust to him he started moving. Slowly at first but then rougher and more needy, his tip kissed your cervix and you moaned softly at the feeling. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as your eyes rolled back blurring your vision with stars. "You're so beautiful " he whispered, you moved your hips up toward him wanting more when he said the unthinkable "God Cathy" He moaned.
You looked up at him, confusion and anger spread across your face. " I-I am sorry" He said quickly " I did not mean it, I did not realis....." your soft hand touched his cheek and his words slowly drifted off his tongue. "It is okay" you said with an understanding expression on your face, you smiled sincerely as you kissed him softly on his swollen lips.
He continued moving in you, his thumb entering you sending waves of pleasure down your legs, he then circled his thumb slowly stretching you out to add another finger, you moaned softly as his fingers moved in and out of you , occasionally flicking your clit to initiate your release, you finally did and it was loud "Heathcliff" You moaned as he worked you through your orgasm speeding up his fingers. He slowly pulled out of you and released on the bed sheets being sure not to get any on you.
You were both spread out, exhausted on your bed panting frantically as he sat up and reached down to put on his clothes. He was leaving. Like always but you thought that maybe just maybe he’d stay a little longer. You turned your head to face him moving your hair from your sticky temple. "you're leaving" You said, voice quieter than a whisper sounding much more desperate than you had intended, he paused for a moment while buckling his belt, the back of his white buttoned up shirt facing away from you as he stood watching the wall when he replied.
"You know how it works" He replied bluntly.
His words cut like a sharp blade ,you swallowed the lump in your throat that had formed and tentatively replied, "I know but.." You said while adjusting your body by sitting up "I thought maybe this time was different" you said weakly sounding as vulnerable as ever.
He had finally turned to face you, his eyes finally meeting yours in a intense, antagonizing stare down, you held your breath scared to breathe too deeply and set him off. You didn't dare to say a word, your heart pumped as loud as ever against your chest, it felt as if your heart was going to explode in any moment as you waited for him to say something.
Instead, he made his way through your bedroom door, floorboard creaking loudly as he pressed his feet onto the wood and walked towards your kitchen. Flabbergasted, you quickly put back on your nightgown, following him in a quick motion being sure to avoid the mud that was spread across your corridor floor. When you reached him he was spread out comfortably at your wooden dining table set, eyes fixated on a white paper that lay in front of him, he was in visible distress as you looked at his face, frustration written all over it as he moved his quill pen to his mouth, ink pot sitting next to the paper.
You moved closer, and sat down at the chair that was situated beside him, you took the paper, eyes moving to his when his hands instinctively went to grab the paper from you. Moving your head closer you read what was written on it.
You read the letter, slowly bringing it down to meet his compelling gaze, waiting for you to say something. Tears ran down your eyes as you mustered up the courage to say something " It is beautiful" You said wiping your eyes to look up and meet his " Very thoughtful and.. sincere" His expression changed, lips pursing narrowly.
"is that all you have to say?" He pleaded, expecting more for you.
"well what would you like me to say, Heathcliff." You hissed his name scorn filling your tone almost completely. " You come to my home, make love to me when it suits you, and then you leave and forget about me until your letters to Cathy go neglected" You hissed her name on purpose, wanting a reaction form HeathCliff, you took a shaky deep breath, struggling to get the words out. "Don't you understand? I don't want to be the woman you only remember when your problems swallow you whole..I" You give up anger, replacing the admiration you felt towards him. In these few months that your affair with him took place you grew to know him and grow fond of him. Maybe even love him.
You cried silently, waiting for an answer that you knew you weren't going to recieve, his solemn eyes met yours and his face read an emotion of regret.
"I must be on my way" He said completely blanking your plea of love "Isabella is expecting me."
You said nothing, only looked at him disappointment overwhelming you as your eyes followed his movement. He swiftly got up and took the letter that you tightly clutched onto and left the room, quickly putting on his boots as he made his way to your door. Instinctively you followed him weeping silently while trailing behind like a lost puppy.
Finally he had reached the door, he opened it and the cold autumn air hit your body sending cold shivers down your spine, you shakily breathed in waiting for him to say something as he stood facing the pathway towards your home.
Realising he wasn’t going to say anything you spoke “I love you, Heathcliff” You mumbled wiping the salty tears that welled underneath your eyes.
“And you I” He replied quietly speaking in a calm tone as he walked down the path refusing to look back at you.
You feel apart, back hitting your wall making a painting fall, you slid down, legs giving in weakly as you sobbed loud and broken tears. It was over. He was gone. You stayed until his figure slowly disappeared as he turned the corner. You were sure this was the last you would hear from him.
Notes: this is my first fic so tell me if you guys like it, my friends have been proof-reading it for a while so i might make a part 2!!