This one is soft, and mainly about possessiveness. Hope you like it!
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They'd known each other for a long time. Friends for 4 years, housemates for 3, but lovers for a few months only. It was a mess of a situation - they loved each other, bickered constantly, dated and broke up more times than they could count; he knew her better than anyone else, she trusted him completely; when they tried being together it always felt weird, and when they tried being apart they kept finding themselves in the same bed. They swore, time and time again, they would stop, it wasn't healthy, it was ruining the friendship, they needed to stop, they could be close without kissing, they could be in each other's life without fucking, but then a late night watching a movie, a glass of wine on a wrong day, a glance caught by the other, and that hunger that followed them took over.
Even when they resisted the first moment of attraction, what could they do when they lived together? After the first moment there would be a second, then a third, and so on and so on. The tension would build up over weeks until just standing together by the kitchen window smoking a cigarette in silence felt like torture. Brushing their teeth at the same time, carefully avoiding catching each other's eyes in the mirror, and Audrey could feel that emptiness deep in her belly, that craving for something that could fill her up. Rolling up the living room rug to take it for a wash and the sight of Audrey on her knees was enough for Levi to feel that all too familiar warmth, the tightening in his lower belly, his cock all of a sudden way too sensitive against the fabric of his boxers.
This time, they had held for 2 weeks - almost a record. The first 5 days apart were easy - they were annoyed with each other and missed their own space. By the sixth day, they were avoiding being alone together after 7 p.m. By the ninth day, they avoided being alone together at all. By the twelfth, they both lay awake at night, painfully aware the only thing in between them was a singular wall. It would be easy, oh so easy, to get up, take the 4 steps that separated them from their door, and then the 2 steps that it took to reach the other door and knock. It would be so, so easy, just 6 steps and a knock, and a "yes?" (like the one asking didn't know why the other one was knocking), and then a "can I sleep in your bed?", and then all the excuses ("Im just cold", "had a nightmare", "your bed is so much better") and the fake promises of chastity ("Don't try to kiss me, ok? I really need to sleep"), before spending 3 hours gently touching and grinding against each other, pretending it was just a series of accidents, "sorry didn't see you there", him finding a way to caress her waist, his finger lightly brushing against her underboob, her pressing her ass against his hips, intertwining their legs, making him notice how smooth her skin felt against his. Doesn't matter how many times they broke up, they always found a way into each other's bed.
This time, it was barely their fault. A friend invited them out to a fancy bar, and trying to save money they decided to pregame with some red wine they had at home. Audrey had been drinking more red wine lately, but she still wasn't used to it - she always said it went straight to her head. They both knew what that really meant - every time they'd drunk red wine together, it didn't take long before Audrey was in his lap, giggly and dizzy ("I love to feel you," she'd said, and he'd take her hand, lead her between his legs, make her grab him, "then feel"). So they drank their wine, Audrey more than him, and off they went to the bar, where they drank their cocktails, Audrey more than him, and got some water, Audrey less than him, and a couple hours later they were in a taxi back home.
Audrey closed her eyes as the taxi driver talked to Levi. She could hear the words but she couldn't really make sense of it. She felt light, and dizzy, and her clothes were like a million tiny kisses blessing her skin. The whole night, all she could think about was Levi touching her skin. Every time their knees touched underneath the small bar tables and he didn't immediately pull away, she focused on that little point of contact until it felt like it was burning through her clothes. Sometimes, when he made her laugh, he would stare at her after, unable to peel his eyes away. They let it, whatever "it" meant, grow, slowly and surely as the night went on until it felt inevitable. She felt a wave of fresh air hit her face.
"Audrey?" The car was stopped in front of their house, and Levi had opened her door. "Come on, we have to go."
She got out. The night was beautiful, warm air and an open sky. His arm brushed against hers. She felt like kissing him. She felt like punching him. She felt like running - and that's what she did. She could hear his steps behind her, catching up. All the energy they accumulated during the previous weeks, all the boring dates they had with other people, all the late nights jerking off alone thinking of the other just a few feet away, all that energy was now powering each steep as she ran closer and closer to the door of their building. But Levi was too fast - he grabbed her arm, and she thought he would pull her back and try to reach the door first, but he just pulled her closer to him. His other hand grabbed her waist, and he pushed her against the wall. He held her there, both hands at her waist now, his hips against her hips, as he slowly nuzzled her neck. She breathed in, a sharp breath that she held in anticipation, and he laughed. "I love the sounds you make when I touch you". He bit her neck gently, and then kissed it, and then bit again, slowly following it up until he was right next to her ear. She moaned and tried to turn her head to him but he didn't let her. "Not yet".
She wanted to insist on it, to push her lips against his, but she was too drunk and he felt so good - he felt too good. He was nibbling on her earlobe, sucking on it, as she grabbed his hair and pushed her hips against him, eyes closed so she could focus on every little touch. She felt one of his hands leave her waist, heard the sound of keys as he fumbled with the door. "Come on, let's go."
He was still full of energy and shot up the stairs, while Audrey followed him slowly. God, she was drunker than she thought. She held onto the handrail, steadying herself, and thought carefully about each step as she took it. He'd left the door open, and she closed it behind her and followed the lights - he seemed incapable of turning them back off. He was in the bathroom, shirt half-lifted as he leaned down to drink some water off the tap. "I'm going to the room", she said.
Their rooms were right next to each other. She went into his. She loved how it smelled - just like him. She took off her shoes, then her top, skirt, stockings, bra. She got into his bed with just her panties on. She was still horny, especially now, feeling his sheets against her skin, but mostly she was drunk, and sleepy, and so so warm. She closed her eyes, stretched her back.
