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Tweak says, ""I have many skills.""

Benton Maddock (debonaire) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-03-19 16:20:00

A housewarming, a little skewed.
Who: Benton and Bridgette
What: Ex-lovers run into each other
Where: Antoinette and Lucas' house
When: Midweek
Rating: NC-17
Open? Negatory, log

	Bridgette: Having already finished packing up most of her things, Bridgette had made her way into Antoinette's room and found her side of the closet. She began to sift through the clothes there, collecting a few things of hers, and perhaps a shirt, two tops that did not belong to her. She tossed them into a duffle bag, all too ready to be out of the "Mansion of Doom" as she proclaimed it to be. It seemed that Lucas had laid perfectly crafted traps about the house that only she would fall victim to. A snapped floorboard in the hallway or the shower head coming undone and bonking her in the head. If Lucas' attitude wasn't enough, she could take a hint. This place was overcrowded anyway what with her sister, her boyfriend, and the dozen or two animals they had running around the place. Lugging a couple of her bags down the stairs, she tossed the last one and glanced around the front room. She was glad the two of them weren't around, no matter how much she had bitched about having to pack up the things herself. She ruffled Kali's head as the dog headed past her to the door, whining that she wanted to join the other dogs outside. Bridgette sighed a little and walked that way to open the door when she heard the bell ring. Her brow pulled together as she let the dog out before walking to the door to see who had managed to find his or her way to the massive house behind the wall of seclusion.
	Benton: Benton had found Antoinette's name and address in the phone book, having stayed in contact with the Wellington sister he did still like, albeit the contact was only slight. An update around the holidays, as was Antoinette's style. She'd mentioned her boyfriend, Lucas, and that they'd gotten a house together in Boston. Benton saw it as something of kismet, and decided to drop by with a small bonzai in a glazed ceramic pot he'd picked up around town. As he pulled up, Benton let out a low whistle at the sheer size of the house, then got out of the car, heading up the walk quickly with the plant tucked under his arm against the cold breeze blowing. He knocked quickly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he itched to get in the house, simply to get away from the cold that seemed to pentetrate his bones. He grinned as he heard the door open, readying himself to hug the blonde. Benton was greeted with a face that immediately made his heart race and caused the smile to fall from his face. "Right house, wrong sister," he muttered, shaking his head. "Is Antoinette home?"
	Bridgette: Tossing her hair out of her face as she opened the door, her face almost immediately fell from the pleasant smile to a mixture of shock and disdain. Her own heart thumped annoyingly loud in her chest, half of her seeming to want to throw her arms around him and kiss that obnoxious beautiful face of his. Why the hell had he managed to stay so gorgeous after all this time? Seriously, like the world needed to kick her a little more. "Mm...No, she's not, so you might as well turn 'round and scamper off with your tail between your legs, like you're used to." She said, her lips pursed into a scowl as she stared at him. The venom that etched her words surprised even her, but she didn't dare tone it down at all. Here was Benton, the man who was the first to break her heart, and one that as far as she was concerned, had laid the groundwork for it to be broken time and time again. Sure, it was putting a lot of things on him, but it was so much easier to blame him than herself, right? Right. "Go on, get." She said, waving her hand as if he were one of the dogs that ran around her sister's house.
	Benton: Benton clasped a hand over his heart in a gesture of mock hurt, then rolled his eyes. "Oh, Bridgette. How you've changed. You look so much older. Good to see you're staying young at heart." His jab started small. He knew the two would be throwing barbs at each other soon enough that would wound an elephant. He followed her into the house, grateful to get out of the cold. "Don't lie and say you're not happy to see me. I know all too well that you are." He flashed her a grin, more teasing than anything else. He knew how to push her buttons, and calling her out on missing anyone was probably the easiest way, except if you tried it with Antoinette. That was the one person she was willing to admit she loved. Benton set the plant down on the table in the entrance. "Is Antoinette going to be home soon? You may pretend that you hate me, but I know she'll be happy to see me, and EXPRESS that happiness, instead of bottling it up inside next to that 'bitter old hag' you're trying to get a vintage on."
	Bridgette: Her scowl twisted a little tighter as he moved in, quite uninvited to the house she had very little claim on anymore. Surely Antoinette would be pissed if she heard that Bridgette had kicked Benton out when he had brought a gift, but then Bridgette could always throw that right back at her, that her older sister had not informed her that she was keeping in touch with the very bane of her existence. "Well, if you need to call me old in order to make you feel better about the wrinkles that etch your face, please, be my guest. You still going after any and all jailbait that throws you a glance? Really, how you have managed to stay out of prison this long is nothing short of miraculous." She said, her arms crossing over her chest. She had half a mind to open the door and let the killer dogs have their way with him. "Happy is not the word I would use, try disgusted, horrified, absolutely annoyed, those are all better words, I'd say." She spat at him, her teeth biting together at his grin. He was one of very few people that managed to get her flustered and have her biting wit suffer horribly. "No, she's not." She said simply, moving to counter his movements so he wouldn't come any closer to her. "You might as well leave, she won't be home for a few hours yet, and I'd hate for the entire house to reek with your stench."
	Benton: Benton gave Bridgette a look that said "fuck you" but masked it with the grin that he knew melted her. "Awwww, poppet, you're so angry. You need to remember to take the Prozac for it to work on your moods. The lithium too. I mean, I know you're seeing Britney Spears doing the Brit thing, and you think 'I've actually got the accent! I can be popular too!' But no. The drugs are good. Take them, for all of us." He chuckled, moving past her close enough that he could catch a wisp of her perfume. "And no, I don't need jailbait. I never did. It was just a moment of..." He looked Bridgette over, smirking at her. "Stupidity. You still trying to shag anyone who might further your career a few plods?" He tilted his head, mock interest on his face. Being this close to her sparked something that he knew was under the surface, but he ignored. He missed her. He'd always regretted the way he'd ended things, acting like an asshole specifically because he was leaving. They were good together, then. He shook it off with a deep breath, and moved through the living room, taking in the space. "Ah, no. I've got all the time in the world to hang around. I mean, the business runs itself, as it were. And besides, I think that stench might be..." He sniffed the air. "Yes, yes. Bridgette, you need to remember to douche sometimes. It makes it much more pleasant, for everyone." He licked his bottom lip, placing his hands on his hips and feeding her a shitfaced grin.
	Bridgette: Bridgette mirrored the look he gave her, snorting out an annoyed laugh at his comment. "No no, I think you seem to be forgetting the only one of us that needs medication is you. Still taking that little blue pill to get it up? Poor thing, between that and your tendency to explode straight out of the gate...It's any wonder that you find anyone at all who'll shag you." She said, now mildly amused, though still not showing any of that to him. She loathed the very ground he stood on, and made a mental note to tell Antoinette to give the ground a good scrubbing after he was gone. She shied away from him when he moved past her, her nails digging into the flesh of her arms as she moved away from him. "Stupidity. Well, at least you've become a little more honest with yourself. Good for you." She said, though her teeth immediately clamped together as she bit back a growl at his comment. Way to hit below the belt where it actually physically hurt her for two seconds. Her breathing seemed to hitch for just enough for her to have to remind herself to exhale. Way for in one swift move, for him to bring up both of the biggest heartbreaks she had in her life. Bridgette simply rolled her eyes at his last comment, shaking her head a little. "Really, your material has got to step it up a notch. This is doing nothing for you. Just making you look more like the pompous prick that you are. Really, has age taken away your wit as well? Shame."
	Benton: Benton chuckled, and rocked back on his heels, throwing an arm up and slapping his thigh. "MY material? Bridgette, Bridgette, Bridgette." He made a clicking noise with his tongue. "Viagra, jailbait... If that's not old material, I'm not sure what is. I know you've always had a thing about trying to act older..." Benton took a step in toward her, closing the gap between them with one long stride. He could see her tense, and he smiled, pretending to be happy to see that reaction. Inside, it hurt more than he wanted to admit to, that he cause her to pull away from him that badly. Benton once again shook it off, then laughed, a bitter, vicious laugh. "But no matter how hard you try, my dear, you're still very much a child." He raised a brow, looking down into her eyes, his lips curving into a smirk.
	Bridgette: Bridgette turned her nose up in the air, the picture of stubborn as again her nails dug into her arms. Surely she would have crescent shaped welts along her arms as a result of this little visit of his. "Well I go with the truth, that doesn't get old." She said, shrugging her shoulders a little bit. True, she always hated being the "younger" sister, always seen as the kid in the family. Even Mattie didn't have it as badly, as he was the boy, so that counted for more in terms of years. He stepped toward her and her face twisted a little, her otherwise perfectly composed exterior faltering a bit. She shied back from him, ignoring the way her fingers seemed to tremble a bit with his close proximity. Her teeth grit together as his comment hit her hard, the silky tone of his voice just all too much for her. Her hand flew up before she had a chance to stop it, and collided hard with his cheek. Her own fingers tingled with pain as she glared up at him. "You really should work on not being such a heartless bastard." Her tone was free of joke or banter, but rather etched with honest disdain and hurt.
	Benton: Benton saw it coming, the hand flying toward his cheek, but didn't have time to move away. The slap caught his face, and he reacted slowly, turning back to her, watching her with a spark in his eyes. She spat venom at him, and he smirked again, reaching back and slapping her the way she'd slapped him. "And you need to work on not being such a fucking bitch." He immediately regretted hitting her, but she always brought it out in him. She egged him on, she pushed buttons no one else knew existed. He stood his ground, his hand flexing at the stinging running over his skin. Benton narrowed his eyes at her, his smirk growing to a grin that looked a bit more evil than he meant it to. "I broke you that badly, huh?"
	Bridgette: The sting in her heart was momentarily silenced when a fresh, tangible sting hit her face in the wake of his hand. "Fuck." She growled, glaring back at him. She ignored his comment about breaking her, knowing that if she addressed it, she might show him exactly how broken she really was. "Didn't your father ever teach you not to hit a woman? Oh that's right, he was too busy off with his other sodding families." She bit at him, her hand again flying up to hit him back, as if to accentuate her point. Her hand was caught before she could connect with his face. She wanted to kick and scream, throw deft punches to his face or better yet, give him a swift knee to the groin and leave him writhing in pain on the floor. That thought alone made a bit of a smile twist her lips and she shook her head, her hand twisting in his to get free.
	Benton: Benton just watched her as she tried to aim for the lowest point below the belt, and she managed to get in a good shot about his father. He glowered at her, shaking his head before he leaned back, dodging another slap that was heading toward his face. His hand closed on her wrist, and he immediately moved into her, backing her into the entry wall. He pressed his body against hers, more to pin her and keep her from lashing out at him again than it was to press his body against hers, but the reaction his body and mind went to wasn't something he was expecting. He pressed his knees into her thighs to keep her pinned, his other hand grabbing her free wrist and he moved both to pin her arms against the wall near her head, where she'd have the least leverage to get out of his grasp. His eyes moved over her face, locking onto her mouth. He licked his lips subconsciously, then looked at her eyes, his gaze locking hers. Benton watched her silently, feeling her writhe against him as she tried to get free of him. He could see it in her eyes, hatred mixed with lust and longing. His tongue darted across his lips again before he moved in and crushed her mouth with a heavy kiss, his grip tightening on her wrists as she pulled and wriggled.
	Bridgette: Her teeth grit hard together as he pushed her back, his body locking to hers as if she were still his to claim. Her hands fought against his, and her body bucked into his in a futile attempt to get him away from her. She glared up at him, and was surprised to find a much different look than the one she'd been expecting. She swallowed hard, a lump having risen in her throat and nearly choking her as she remained pinned in that spot. Hands twisting and fighting in his hands, she was sure she'd have red marks where his hands had held her, but was surprised to find for the moment, she didn't entirely care. The fact that he still had this effect on her insides infuriated her again, her blood boiling for two reasons now. Her eyes burned into his, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She had dreamed about him many times, but nothing compared to the original. A soft squeak of a sound came from her as his mouth closed on hers, her tongue immediately darting out to greet his even though her body may still be fighting against him. She kissed him furiously, all of her anger and pain that she had been feeling over the years pouring into the one heated kiss.
	Benton: Benton's hands released her wrists as she responded to his kiss, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her. His hips pressed hard into hers, keeping her pinned against the wall. His hands moved down her neck to her shirt, grabbing the collar and pulling hard to each side, ripping the buttons off and exposing her bra. Benton moved his lips from hers, kissing down along her neck, stopping to drag his tongue along her collarbones, a memory of something he knew got her all riled up. He moved down, grabbing the cup of her bra with his fingers and pulling the fabric aside, his mouth closing over her nipple and sucking hard. His eyes watched her face, not missing a single moment of her reaction.
	Bridgette: Her hips moved against his, grinding harshly into his as she moved her hands to grip roughly around him. She took no care to be tender with him, as that was the very last thing she wanted. All she wanted was to spend the adrenaline coursing through her until she couldn't breathe anymore. She growled a little when his hands tore at her shirt, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, leaving a flushed red mark there. "That was a designer shirt you bastard." She grumbled before her lips caught his again, her hands now clawing at his shirt to get it off of his body. Her head collided back against the wall when his lips moved down her neck, her entire body seeming to flush at his movements. Damn him and the way he knew just exactly how to get her going. Her eyes flew open when his mouth closed over her breast, her teeth now biting hard at her own lower lip as she let out a moan, her body writhing against his no longer to fight him, but because she couldn't stop from moving as pleasure coursed through her body. Her fingers returned the favor and pulled open his shirt, the buttons that were there now scattering across the floor.
	Benton: Benton worked his mouth around her nipple, flicking at it with his tongue before nipping with his teeth. He pulled back as she ripped open his shirt, and he mocked the way she'd bitched about him ruining her shirt. "That was a designer shirt, you bitch." He smirked at her before he moved into her again, kissing her hard. His hand snaked up her inner thigh to hitch her skirt up around her hips, fingers roughly moving aside her panties as he gave her only moments notice before sliding his fingers inside of her. He kept his mouth on hers as he fingered her, working her in ways he remembered, moving in directions he knew she liked. Benton pulled away from the kiss far enough that his lips could touch hers if he wanted, but he could feel her breath on his skin, watch her face as he worked his fingers inside of her. "You've missed the way I fuck you, haven't you?"
	Bridgette: She smirked back at him and shrugged a little at his echoed sentiments about his shirt. She said nothing, instead kissed him hard, her tongue again tangling with his furiously. She bucked her hips against his, grinding hard against his before she'd pull back, teasing him as best she could in her slightly incapacitated stance. She gasped a little into his mouth when he moved his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding just how much her body betrayed how much she might try and fight what he did to her. She closed her eyes for a second, letting her head fall back against the wall again. The way his fingers moved in and out of her, spreading and sliding against her sex sent shudders of pleasure coursing through every tendon in her body. Dammit he was good, and he knew it. She opened her eyes to stare at him when he had pulled away, her tongue then darting out to lick his lips. "Maybe, but that doesn't mean I haven't found better." She baited him on, her hips then involuntarily bucking against his hand, urging him on though she'd never say the words. She smoothed her hand over his shoulders before she dragged her nails roughly down his chest, her fingers twisting his nipples a little harder than she used to do to just tease him, her eyes narrowing a little as she did so. "And don't even try to pretend you didn't miss the way I make your legs shake for days after this." She said, her voice like honey as she spoke against his ear, one hand now moved to grip his cock through his slacks.
	Benton: Benton offered another smirk, shaking his head. "You'll never find someone who can fuck you like I can, Bridg. I think it's why you've become such a frigid cunt." He pushed his fingers further into her to mark the last word, then grinned at her hand on his cock. "I'll admit I miss it, when you admit you miss fucking me." He raised a brow, then lunged on her mouth, pressing his tongue hard against hers. His fingers worked inside of her, pressing in all the places he remembered drove her wild, adding and removing pressure, increasing speed when he felt her clench. His body still pinned her to the wall, Benton using his leverage to his advantage. When he felt her sex pulsing around his fingers, he withdrew them from her, taking mere moments to release his painfully hard cock from his pants before he grabbed her by her ass, lifting her off the ground and pressing her hard into the wall. Position took care of the rest, and he stared up at her, his tongue pressed between his teeth and his typical asshole grin across his face as he slid inside of her. "Tell you missed it, and maybe I'll fuck you." He let his head lean back, looking at her with narrowed eyes.
	Bridgette: "Mm, you're just as full of yourself as I remember." She huffed, her teeth gritting together a little bit as she said it. She hated to even think about giving him the upper hand, but as much as she didn't want to admit it, he was probably the best she'd ever had. "Must be your need to overcompensate." She growled at him, but was cut off from any further remark when his mouth collided with hers. She groaned into his lips, her teeth biting at his lower lip and leaving a red mark in their wake. Bowing her head away from him, she gasped for air, the sound strained as his fingers worked in and out of her. Her nails dug hard into his skin, near to the point of breaking the flesh beneath them as he forced her closer to the edge with his hand. "You first." She managed to growl at him, her body practically screaming at her for not giving into him right then and there. Her eyes glared evenly directly into his, her body trembling as he pinned her there against the wall. Her back tingled in protest to the harsh movement, but she couldn't help the little groan of arousal that left her lips. "Tell me you haven't had any better, and maybe I'll let you." She countered, her eyes gazing straight into his.
	Benton: Benton watched her, his hands arranging her wrists so as to hold them both together, pinned on the wall above her head. He smirked at her as she demanded something of him, and tilted his head. "What position are you in to bargain?" He raised a brow at her, thrusting his hips forward hard. He took in a hissing breath, then leaned into her, flicking his tongue across her lips. His voice lowered, quiet enough so that only she could've heard him, if anyone else had been in the room. "I've dreamed better, but somehow, you were always the one in the dream." His eyes caught hers and didn't let go, Benton starting his thrusts slowly. His mouth closed on hers, and for a moment, he let himself feel how much he missed her. Beyond the physical, beyond the fun of fucking her and the way she drove him completely wild, but to a place inside of him, that had begun to love her, before he decided to leave for the US, before he decided that he had to make her break up with him, become the villain to avoid hurting her as much as he could've. His eyes closed, and he released her wrists, snaking his hands around her waist and holding her tight to him.
	Bridgette: Her hands twisted against the vice like grip he had around her wrists, her hips bucking a little as if she wanted to get him off of her. Quite the opposite, she was just being prideful. She opened her mouth to return with a snippy remark, but instead her mouth just hung agape, a sharp gasp sounding as he thrust into her. Her head collided back against the wall as a slight whimper of a sound rumbled from her lips, her hips raising up away from the wall to grind into his. Her teeth playfully caught at his lower lip, a searing heat coursing through her entire body at the feel of his tongue on her lips. Her mind clouded with intense desire, she almost didn't hear the words as he begun to spoke, but they sobered her some. She would never tell him how much she cried when he left for America, how much she felt like her heart had been shattered into a million pieces that she wasn't entirely sure could be put back together. She wouldn't tell him about the men she used and abused to fill the void left in her life by him. His words hit her squarely in the heart, and for a second she couldn't think or move. She shook her head as his eyes caught hers, but for the life of her she could not look away. He sucked her in like a vortex, and she didn't want to get out of it. Her hips melded with his, pulling back and rolling forward, the slow pace he took her at almost romantic, if she allowed herself to go down that road. She had missed him, and having him there again, his hands wrapped around her, their bodies one with each other, made her realize it tenfold. "Okay..." She panted a little, her heart hammering hard in her chest and making it hard for her to speak. "I missed it." She said, not allowing herself to say the word you.
	Benton: Benton ran his hand up her back, his fingers tangling with the hair at the base of her neck. He tugged gently, still burying his face into her neck. His lips curled into a smile when she admitted she missed 'it', and he pulled back, looking into her eyes. "That'a girl." He licked his bottom lip, his eyes moving to her mouth before he closed his mouth on hers, his thrusts still slow and methodical. A groan started deep in his chest, causing him to break the kiss to gasp for breath. His head went to her shoulder, and the pace of his thrusts increased, faster and harder, keeping time with her hips rolling into him. He more than missed her. Benton still had something inside of him that pined for her, and it seemed to be multiplied and magnified at that moment. He tried to shake it off, keep telling himself that it was just sex. Sure, he could miss the sex. It was always amazing between them. But something else just kept coming into his head. Memories of walking around London, dinners in open air cafes, all of it coming back to him right then. He tried to push it away by fucking her harder, slamming his hips into hers and shoving her against the wall that little bit harder. His mouth closed on the skin of her shoulder, biting until she yelped.
	Bridgette: Her nails curled against his back, digging into his skin as her own hips rolled rhythmically into his, matching the slow yet heated pace he had set. Her breathing came in short gasps, slight whimpered moans leaving her lips every few seconds, the way he thrust in and out of her driving her crazy. Her entire body trembled with the heat that coursed through her, and she knew she could not deny that he was in fact, the best she'd ever had, and probably ever would have. Her lips melded into his, her tongue working against his in time with her hips. She gasped between kisses, sucking in heavy breaths as best as she could. Her heart hammered hard in her chest, so much so that she could hear her blood beating in her eardrums. "Fuck..." She growled, the word dragging out as she moaned it, her head dropping against his shoulder. She had missed him, yes him and while she'd never tell him that, it did not mean that it was any less true. She let her head fall back against the wall, her body rocking into his with each movement they gave. She moaned louder, her teeth then gritting together as his hips thrust hard into hers. She gasped loudly, her nails automatically digging harder into his back when his teeth bit into her skin, a yelp of pain sounding as he did it just a little too hard. "Asshole." She muttered, her hands locking around the base of his head, digging into his hair as she closed the space between their lips, kissing him with more fervor than before.
	Benton: His arms held her tight to him, Benton thrusting as quickly as he could. He broke off biting her shoulder when she called him an asshole, smirking against her skin before he ran his tongue over the mark where he'd bitten her. "You fucking love it." He looked at her, grinning, then his face contorted, a loud groan coming from him before he kissed her back. His hands laced into her hair, pulling harder, the way he knew she liked it. He broke the kiss, his jaws clenching hard as he drilled her into the wall, keeping pace with her as he got closer. He could feel himself getting closer than he liked, and he threw it into overtime to get her off before he was done for. His hand released her hair, snaking between them and pressing his thumb against her clit. He worked her in small circles while he fucked her harder, Benton now watching her with his eyes lit with passion. He slammed her hard into the wall again, his thrusts as hard as he could physically manage, his thumb working against her with a fevered pace.
	Bridgette: Her arms clung to him with everything she had until they trembled, her fingers feeling numb from gripping onto him. Her back would surely be bruised with the way it slammed back into the wall with each hard thrust he delivered her, but for the life of her she could not bring herself to care. Her hips bucked harder into his, meeting his wild thrusts with bucking hips of her own. She cried out, her fingers twisting in his hair as he did to hers, causing a little jolt of pain to mingle with the pleasure currently raking through her body. "That all you got?" She huffed, that little twist of a smile on her lips for half a second before it fell in way of a heated moan. Nothing else could be said when his hand moved in between them and pressed to her clit, another hoarse yelp of pleasure echoing from her lips. "Fuck...Benton... Oh Fuck..." She growled, bowing her head against him, her eyes squeezing shut as a rumble of a moan cried out from her lips. She bucked her hips into his hard, matching his pace as much as she could. The way his cock thrust into her, coupled with his fingers pressing against her clit sent her screaming over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her. "FUCK!" She screamed out, surely setting the dogs outside to howling as she came hard.
	Benton: Benton smirked to himself as she taunted him, working her even harder than before. He didn't want to hurt her, no. But if she wanted more, she'd get more. He watched her, feeling her tensing around him as she got close. He laughed quietly, then stilled in her as she came, the feeling of her coming sending him over the edge. Benton's eyes slammed shut and he fell forward into Bridgette, pinning her hard against the wall once more. He came hard, a string of expletives coming with his orgasm, matching her for volume. A few barks came from the yard, and Benton laughed again, his head resting on her shoulders. "That's all I got, and you seemed to like it," he panted, still holding her around his waist. His heart was throbbing in his chest, Benton able to hear his pulse in his ears. He pressed a quick kiss to her throat then pulled back from her, his arms loosening and lowering her feet to the floor before he pulled out of her, watching her for a moment. Benton's jaw clenched, and he cleaned himself up, closing the fly of his pants and doing his best with his ripped shirt. He looked back to Bridgette, shaking his head. He was having a hard time mustering up the typically asshole comments that he would've sprung on her, had he not gotten his heart involved in all of this. He sniffed, then cleared his throat. "So, tell Antoinette I stopped by. Give her the plant, yeah?" Benton nodded to Bridgette, smirking. "Call me." He took a business card from Steak & Leggs out, leaving it on the table and heading for the door.
	Bridgette: A low, drawn out moan escaped her lips, feeling him coming inside her and drawing out her orgasm longer. She huffed for breath, licking her lips as she closed her eyes and felt the after shocks of their sex. She huffed out a little chuckle and let her legs drop from around him, still shaking a little as she leaned against the wall behind her for support. "Yeh, it was alright." She said, smirking a little through her panting breaths. She leaned her forehead against the side of his head, placing a soft kiss against his temple, before she could even really stop herself from allowing it. A little shudder raked through her when he pulled out of her, her legs still trembling a little when she stood up. Part of her wanted to say something, or attempt to build a bridge, but the more stubborn bit of her would not allow it. The buttons on her shirt mostly useless or completely gone, she simply let it hang loose over her bra and instead straightened her skirt. "Right, I will." She said, clearing her throat a little as she dragged her fingers through her hair. She looked up at him, her teeth catching her lower lip in a look she used to give him all the time when they were together. "Be proactive for once, call me." She said, shrugging a little as she pushed herself away from the wall, steeling herself as she tore her eyes away from watching him leave.
	Benton: He opened the door, looking back over his shoulder to her, watching her for a moment. He wanted to walk back, take her in his arms, crush her lips against his, stay that way for awhile. He wanted to apologize for all the cruel things he'd ever said to her, and the way he'd made her hate him. All of it, he wanted to take it all back, try to rekindle what they had before. He knew he couldn't, though. He knew they were both too far past it now. Benton knew, above all else, he'd hurt her too badly for her to go back and try to redo it all now. He watched her for a moment before he nodded, licking his lips, then staring at the floor. "Maybe I will." He winked at her, then closed the door, heading for his car. His heart pounded in his chest, and he slid into the drivers seat, staring at the steering wheel blankly for a moment before he turned the car on, heading away from Antoinettes house and trying to forget the memory that he'd left behind.
	Bridgette: Bridgette watched him as he turned back to her, his face not nearly as repulsive as when he had first walked in the door. The look he gave her made her heart lurch a little, even though it was already beating hard in her chest. "Whatever you want." She said, waving her hand dismissively, though the look on her face was hardly dismissive, and hardly uncaring. If she wasn't trying so hard to hold it back, she would be absolutely beaming, to which she completely blamed on the afterglow of their little romp between the foyer and the living room. "Now leave so I can talk about you behind your back." She said, a little grin etched across her face. She stood in the foyer a moment after he left, finally letting the smile to take over her face. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the door and laughed a little at herself. She combed her fingers through her hair and glanced toward the window. That, had certainly been rather unexpected.