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she felt herself nearing the edge as the words rung through the air, filing away the words he’d muttered into her skin, her mouth hanging open as her head leaned back, pressing into the mattress as she exposed her neck to him, heels digging into his lower back as he pushed himself into her, nails digging into the skin that surrounded his shoulder. the feeling of his skin against her has been so familiar, each touch sent a pulse of electricity through every nerve ending that her body held and as they fell back into the place where they’d left off, she knew she couldn’t quit him. angel loved hearing those words, and she wish he could repeat them over and over until the end of time, the memories of the good times flashing through her mind. hands intertwined as they laid in their shared place, watching his eyes fall on the television until he’d caught a glimpse of her in his peripheral vision, a wide smile spreading across her lips as he’d wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, fingertips tickling at her sides, giggles dropping from her lips until he’d somehow ended up with her in his arms, dragging her from their place on the couch to the bed that lied in the middle of her room, lips raking down every inch of her body, exploring every part of her. fuck, i love you, angel. the words fell once more, eliciting another loud moan as her body began to grind on his, her hips lifting as they came down once more, the thrusts becoming more dishevelled as she neared her peak, feeling his cock buried deep within her, her pace fastening at his words. “i love you so fucking much, xavier,” her words were loud as as her walls began to pulsate around him. “fuck, fuck, FUCK,” she felt herself release, closing any space between them as her arms wrapped around him tightly as she stepped off the edge, eyes widening as she pulled him closer, her tongue pushing against his lips as her hips bucked into his wildly, her thighs trembling as her eyes screwed shut, feeling him fill her as her moans fell into his lips, pressing into him feverously as her hips rolled to a slowing stop, though her legs remained locked around his waist. “jesus, fucking christ, xavi.”

“Need me to be more direct?” Belly inquired, a quirked brow now gracing her features. If that was the case, she didn’t mind doing it. It wasn’t as if she needed to lie, Xavier was a whole three course meal and if he didn’t know that, he sure as shit held himself like it. He must have women begging for this kind of attention. Belly should have felt honored. Instead she felt happy and comfortable, feeling out the vibes between them and not giving herself enough time to question her answers. “Have too many people you wouldn’t want to ghost? I get it, I get it. To be honest, me too. Dayton’s full of wild straight out of a screenplay types. I wouldn’t want to leave either.” Plus somehow she could get whatever she wanted here. It was a win win. Bellamy would be damned if she forgot this moment and so she took the opportunity in taking a longer than normal sip of her beer, eyes locked on Xavier’s in wonder and excitement and the sheer fact that he had actualy let her bleach his hair. No one in their right mind should be trusting Bellamy Jackson with such a thing and yet he did. And he wasn’t just trusting of her, it seemed as if he was sure in her ability to make something out of nothing. It meant that whatever Belly was putting off, Xav was picking up. Confidence had always been her armor. “Maybe because I have absolutely no formal tattoo training. Wouldn’t that kinda be a wreck? I’d fuck your skin up and I’m not about to taint something so perfect. How could I, Bellamy Ophelia Jackson, be the person to ruin such a fine piece of ass?” She laughed at herself then, imagining her trying and failing with a tattoo gun. Plus she had so may ideas for a permanent piece of artwork that it would be much too hard to decide. That was a rabbit hole she wasn’t sure she’d want to go down right now. Carefully though, Belly untangled herself from his lap. “C’mon, handsome, time to wash that shit out. Cross our hearts and hope to die it turned out how I imagined.” Fingers found his hand, pulling him out of the chair with ease, careful not to make him stand too quickly so the towel wouldn’t come off his shoulders. Not that Bel would mind to see more of him, her stomach doing flips at the idea of being graced with more skin. 

Stella wasn’t sure if she could put into words how thankful she was to have a person like Xavier in her life. He was one of the few people in this godforsaken town that she fully trusted. She kept countless parts of her life private and her guard up for good reason. But with Xav, she knew she didn’t need to. While he didn’t know (yet) some of the more vulnerable parts of her past, he was somebody who was willing to do just about anything for his friend. That including driving out of town in the middle of the night to pick up a girl battered and bloody without any questions. The drive to his apartment was a bit awkward and silent, Stella simply just trying to calm down from all the chaos from earlier. As she made her way through the door, she shook her head. It was a bit dark walking in and the fact she was wearing one of her taller pumps probably wasn’t the best combination. She glanced down at her dress and frowned a bit. “Is it dumb to say I’m sad I might not be able to wear this again? It was one of my favorites,” she admitted, trying to break the silence. The girl was still very much bloody, wanting so badly to get out of her current clothes.

the words sounded like a prayer dripping off his tongue, and it only made her want him more. wanting to fill every inch her until they both exploded in ecstasy. nothing compared to the feeling of his body on top of hers, fitting into her into her like the perfect puzzle piece. here she was again, the repeated product of toxicity defined, leading to the same place, back into each other’s arms. slim hips came up to meet each thrust, the air around her feeling like it’d begun to run out as she neared her peak with each stroke of his thumb against her clit. hands came up to run through blonde tresses, trying to inhale any bit of air as her breaths quickened. “i want you to fill me,” she found herself yelling out, her eyes looking to the ceiling as she spoke. “I want you to cum with me, and i want you to fill me, do you understand me?” her words were desperate, as her moans became louder, nearing her climax. “god, i fucking love you.” there they were, the words that she promised she would never utter again, but as she sat in his arms, she knew it was an undeniable fact. she belonged to him, no matter how much she’d tried to fight that facts and as her eyes opened to scan over his body once more, nimble fingers ran across the place on his skin where her name had been inked onto him, finally allowing her eyes to meet his once again., until he let himself fold into her, her arms coming to wrap around his neck, feeling him plunge deeper into her with each thrust “i’m never going anywhere without you again, i promise.”

“I know,” she nodded her head, feeling a bit awkward as she replied to Xavier. Of course, the two of them were extremely close and he was one of the few people she trusted with her life. But, with the two of them alone in the room, Stella didn’t know what quite to say to him. She had brought him into such a dangerous situation, one he didn’t even know all the answers to. But, she was going to answer them for him when the time was right. “I still feel like…shit. It’s gotten a little better, but I think I could really use something,” she admitted as got up from where she was sitting and looked through one of the mirrors within the room. She glanced down at her neck, which was starting to bruise up more from when the man had put his grasp on it. God, she so desperately wanted to get out of those damn clothes and not have to see so much of her body. 

He took the laughter back quickly, pocketing it before any other drunk people could try and ask him for it and then steal it. “Definitely wouldn’t go amiss. A thanks would be appreciated too,” Blake said, not liking the tone the other guy was giving him considering he had just done a favour for him. “I just think you shouldn’t expect favours from strangers for free.” 

xavier almost couldn’t believe his ears, but something about the exchange amused him - thus keeping him from walking off now that he got what he wanted. “man if you’re acting like this over a lighter? i’d hate to actually need a fuckin’ favor from you.” he lifted the cigarette to his lips, inhaling as brown eyes scanned over the stranger before him. “guess you’re gonna throw a fit if i don’t say thank you, huh?”

her own hands moved across the cotton sheets, running up his body to his chin, her thumb inching to pull at his bottom lip, releasing it from the grasp of his lips. she wanted to hear him, wanted to know how good it felt to enter her once more. it was the closest she would get to anything resembling the three words she had only heard twice in the twenty-one years they’d known one another and the four and a half years they’d been together. as their lips crashed together once more, her tongue ran along his bottom lip, begging for entrance to complete ecstasy, her loud moans muffled by his mouth. she had never met anyone that came close to the pleasure that overtook her that xavier gave her. feeling the touch of his rough hands against her soft skin sent shivers throughout her entire body, instantly making her wonder why she’d waited this long to accept him back. making her wonder why she’d pushed him away when she knew it would only end one way. with them in the same position they’d always been in. addiction. obsession. they couldn’t quit each other, it was impossible. as her back slid down the mattress, it pulled him deeper into her, eliciting a loud moan as blue eyes looked up in complete ecstasy, darkened by blown pupils. long legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking together at his lower back, pushing him deeper as her back arched off her bed. “oh fuck, xavi. fuck me harder.”

“ man. my best fucking friend. i think i would lose the rest of my mind if i didn’t have you here in dayton with me? you’re inspiring as fuck, and you get me. like i never have to worry about being misunderstood with you and that means more to me than i probably tell you. and not to get too deep, but i would fight tooth and nail for you stel. but you know all of this shit already, so. you gave me a real fuckin’ scare when you got hurt, and i think part of me was upset i couldn’t have been there for you – while another part of me was afraid of you getting hurt again you know? i don’t plan on letting anything happen to you again though, especially not if i can help it. “

@reallifestella