Saturday: September/20/08
Who: Cherry (aka Molly) and Loghan When: Saturday night Where: Loghan’s apartment What: drinkin’ leads to sex, duh
Cherry knew it was probably a bad idea to visit Loghan when he was clearly upset and possibly drinking already, but she pushed her reservations aside. The empath was still struggling with her emotions, and while being around Loghan often had one of two outcomes: fighting or fucking, she was willing to roll the dice and hope for an uneventful night. She didn’t want to hurt Loghan, and she didn’t want to cause further strain on their relationship. Yes, she missed him romantically, but he meant a great deal to her as a friend, and she hoped to salvage that side of their relationship.
It was silly to think she could accomplish such a thing by slipping a robe on over her pajamas and walking to his apartment. Cherry actually hesitated before knocking, and then she started to doubt her decision before the door opened. “Rocco was upset that I left him behind.”
--- Leaving Rocky’s room the other night after entertaining the idea of sleeping with her, having kissed her and even touched a little more than he had ever thought he would, had left Loghan frustrated sexually. Rubbing it out had done little for the mental turn on that’d now been overshadowed by the emotion strain he felt after his conversation with her. She’d turned out to be just like every other desperate woman. Eager for love thinking it came from between the legs. He couldn’t believe she’d actually used someone for their financial doting on her. Buying her things because she had a thing for Rocky and although Raquel had no interest in her, took it all anyway because poor thing had been denied real love. What a bunch of bullshit. He was bitter and anger to have once again been dooped into falling for a woman who held no respect for herself.
Yet here he was, falling back on something comfortable and familiar, despite her being part of the problem. He preferred her company over swooning women at bars, though he wouldn’t dare admit it. Bottle in hand, Lo opened the door, a lazily look in his eye as he offered her a nod of his head and returned back to his couch, the channel currently stuck on infomercials. Lo was a little glad she left the feline behind, not in much of a mood for doting on anyone or thing else other than his resentment toward the female gender. ---
Confirmed: Loghan had been drinking already, and he seemed less than conversational. Cherry made her way inside the apartment and softly shut the door behind her. She took a look around for any signs of self-destructive behavior. The apartment didn’t appear out of sorts, Loghan was simply getting his booze on and sulking. She could work with that.
Fuzzy slippers shuffled across the floor, bringing Cherry to the couch that Loghan occupied. She plopped down beside him, though she was conscious to give a small bubble of space as was appropriate for people who were ‘just friends.’ “Do you want to talk more about it? I don’t mind listening to a rant.”
--- He gave her a bit of a grunt, eyes closed momentarily as he sat there on his couch in nothing but a pair of jeans. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on for Molly coming over, he didn’t care. Free arm folded behind his head, he held the bottle of his whiskey in his left, the bottom of which sat on his thigh. “Really? You really want to hear me drone on about wanting to have to sex with someone else?” He said it figuring she wouldn’t and the subject would be dropped. Loghan didn’t want to tell her about Rocky, because sure the truth would eventually spill and she’d never let him live this down, biased or not.
He gave her a sideways glance, looking over the robe which concealed what she wore if anything at all. She was smarter than that wasn’t she? Then again, considering the point and time in which he had invited her, it would’ve been safe for anyone to assume that he expected her naked at some point tonight. ---
“You’re my friend, Loghan. If you want to unload about something, I’ll listen... even if it’s about someone I don’t like and would really rather you didn’t fuck.” Cherry wasn’t quite sure who he was talking about. They hadn’t exactly been conversational and open with one another lately. It could be anyone. And regardless who it was, she would likely feel a twinge of jealousy. Cherry couldn’t help herself.
Cherry had been curled up on her own sofa with her laptop when Loghan invited her over. She was wearing normal pajamas, well, normal for her. Short, silk shorts and a camisole that matched. Both were black. The robe was a thick, fluffy white material. It was exceptionally soft and warm, perfect now that the weather was getting colder.
--- He gave a shake of his head. He knew telling her anything would be a bad idea. Even if it made her jealous and want him again, that wasn’t the context under which he’d want her. Sipping from the bottle here and there, he glared at the television, irritated all over. Why he’d invited her over now must have been lost on her since he was failing miserably at conversation. Loghan just needed company and with Charlie working and a gorgeous wife to fuck at his disposal, Lo wasn’t prone to pestering him for bromance time.
Besides, handsome as his bud might be, Lo preferred something prettier to look at while being miserable. Letting out a sigh he blurted it out, even though he’d already decided against it. “It’s Rocky... we hooked up and she basically freaked out on me.” He shook his head hoping that alone was enough to detail. ---
Hooked up. Such a vague term. Cherry wasn’t quite sure what all that included. “It’s not uncommon for girls to get carried away in the heat of the moment and then regret it later... and not because of the guy, but because they don’t want to be viewed as a slut. They worry about taking things too far too soon and losing respect.” Cherry wasn’t like that, but she knew a lot of women were.
“Give her some time to calm down. I’m sure she’ll get over it and want to start fresh.” Clearly, Cherry was missing the point, but Loghan couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t giving her all the information.
--- He smirked a little glancing back to Molly. “Moving too fast too soon wasn’t a concern.” Dear god she’d expected him to fuck her right then and there and had cried when he held back. He still felt like an asshole. “I stopped it. She cried. I tried to be comforting, she sent me home.” A sigh was set free before he continued, his gaze returning to the television. “Then she pulls some shit about having gone a date with a girl, I guess to make me jealous and/or turn me on, but all she kept talking about was how this chick liked her but she’s not into women, atleast not anymore, and it was nice ‘cause this chick was buying her shit left and right, giving her the attention she claims she doesn’t get...” His voice trailed shaking his head in annoyance.
He didn’t like games. He didn’t like being made to feel jealous or inferior or like a failure. He didn’t like not being respected or understood. “I kinda called her a slut.” He cringed, closing his left eye, the left corner of his mouth bent up at he did so. He knew it’d been a bad move, but he didn’t regret calling her out on an action he was very much against and she had been trying to play off as no big deal. ---
It was wrong for Cherry to feel relieved upon learning that Loghan didn’t have sex with Rocky, but she was. Though Cherry put such thoughts aside for the time being to focus on Loghan’s problem. “She probably was saying those things to upset you. She was hurt and felt rejected. And I can’t blame you for what you said, because we all say stupid things when we’re mad.”
Cherry put her hand on Loghan’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”
--- “Yea.” He agreed to just be rid of it already, still annoyed by the entire scenario. Even if Rocky had reacted out of feeling hurt, it’d been an immature move and all them more reason to avoid her. His dick would survive. Another swig as he glanced around for the remote to attempt to surf for something worth watching. Cherry’s hand on his shoulder stole his attention though. He turned his head to look at her, forced a weak excuse for a smile as he allowed he gaze to trail down her robe. A man couldn’t help but wonder just what was underneath.
It’s not like he hadn’t seen her naked before, but it was certainly not a place he was opposed to visiting again. Gorgeous valleys and hills...inked skin that felt like silk to the touch. Looking back up to her he felt like a pig for having filthy thoughts about both women within days of each other, and yet, who could really blame him? He was weak when it came to killer legs and gorgeous women. ---
Cherry’s abilities rarely worked with Loghan, but she didn’t need them to sense the lust he was feeling. All their time spent together had made her keenly aware of what that look in his eyes meant. He’d had a rough night, was drinking, and now here she was in her pajamas. It was a tempting scenario, and not just for Loghan, Cherry was feeling equally deprived. She hadn’t so much as kissed a man or woman since Loghan returned to campus.
“What do you want, Loghan?” If he wanted her, he could have her, but he needed to understand that it would only complicate matters. She hadn’t changed and neither had he.
--- Grin curled when she asked him what he wanted. He knew she was well aware of the look he’d worn while gazing over her, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked. No things wouldn’t change and he was well aware. He almost preferred it at this point. He was tired of trying to capture Molly and hold onto her. It didn’t mean they both could indulge in a good fuck though, did it? Leaning over he’d set the bottle of whiskey on the floor before leaning towards Molly.
Pressing his lips to hers it only took a few gentle pecks of his lips before her liquor drenched tongue ventured forth, beckoning her tongue to come out and play. Slowly moving closer, Lo gradually got Molly to lay down on her back on his couch. ---
Coming here was definitely a bad idea, but Cherry didn’t much care at the moment. Familiarity was a wonderful thing. So was fucking. She wanted Loghan, and she probably always would. He was gorgeous, talented, and he knew her like no one else in the world. If they could have sex while remaining good friends and leave all that drama behind them, everything would be perfect!
Her fingers slid back through his soft, long locks. She loved Loghan’s hair, and she held on to it as he deepened the kiss they shared. Their tongues melded, eliciting a moan from Cherry. There was no protest, no resistance at all as her back was pushed to the cushions.
--- Inebriated Loghan was freed from all of his overly analytical thought and hesitation as he crept over her, guiding Molly to lay back, gradually shifting their bodies so that Lo was above her. His hands were planted on the couch cushions at her shoulders to hold himself. It might have seemed hypocritical to anyone who knew what he was doing right now to criticize Molly and Rocky, labeling them as loose women. The truth was he didn’t view sex lightly, not with someone he knew and cared about. The lines were very thick, black and white for him. Casual frivolous sex was possible with women he didn’t know or care about. He could’ve slept with Rocky but she would never know him beyond that if that was how they’d begun.
Both women lived in a world of gray, especially Rocky, whom had yet to figure herself out as a woman, something that made her far too young for Loghan. The games that she seemed to want to play with him he had no interest in and being manipulated was something he didn’t respond to well. Kissing Molly, touching her again was an attempt at grasping at the sanctity and security of something familiar, something that had once upon a time been wonderful, even if it wasn’t now, he could pretend for the night. ---
Cherry and Rocky were NOT the same when it came to casual sex. It seemed Rocky was using sex as a means to obtain love. Cherry didn’t think of sex that way. It was recreational. She could distinguish clearly between love and sex. They were not the same. The grey area came with Loghan alone. She loved him, though she wasn’t quite sure if she was in love with him. That’s why sex with Loghan was different. It was more than just sex. Sadly, communicating that to Loghan and having him believe her was impossible.
Her hand let go of his hair, sliding down to his cheek and stroking it gently with her thumb. His skin was flawless. Actually, everything about him was perfection. Whoever was responsible for creating him had paid very close attention to the details. Loghan was beautifully made. Tasting him again reminded her of all the things she’d missed, and she was quite riled up considering she’d not had sex or even kissed someone since Loghan’s return. For some reason, it seemed important that he know that.
“Loghan..” she whispered against his lips, putting their impassioned kissing on hold. “I haven’t been with anyone since you returned.”
--- Loghan had given up lately. He’s made the mistake of idealizing Rocky as well she had been the last straw. He’d lost faith and knew that he was doomed to the cliche of the gender in which he’d been created. He’d have to settle for false intimacy and suffering with a half heart rather than whole. The scruff of his gradually growing beard after having shaved just days before tickled at her skin as they kissed. He was careful to lay on her without putting his whole weight on that petite frame, his right hand forcing his weight onto his left so that he could slide it down to her side.
Sneakily it would move between them and start to untie her robe, gently opening it up and allowing each end to fall to her sides. Feeling her separate from his lips, Lo opened his eyes to look at her, feeling her warm breath against his lips before he finally met her gaze. Inebriated Lo sunk heavily into her words, smile starting to tug at the corners of his mouth before he returned to their kiss. Not caring regardless, or so he told himself. He’d allow it to be his own excuse for falling into this so easily. ---
The lack of a verbal response was slightly unnerving. Cherry had expected more of a reaction out of him. Maybe he was actually drunk, which meant he’d had a lot to drink, because it took a great deal of alcohol to render Loghan stupid and carefree. The smile was nice though, and he went right back to kissing her.
Since her robe was open and Loghan’s hand continued to tease her clothing, she figured she should return the favor. Cherry unfastened his jeans without skipping a beat of her tongue against his. She wasted very little time slipping her hand inside to find his cock. Cherry’s fingers smoothed over it, softly caressing the stretched flesh.
--- Sure, Lo was a little drunk, though it didn’t mean he was completely unaware of what he was doing and the choices he made. A part of him did let her words sink in and settle. Taking up residence in the lingering emotions he might still hold for her though he strongly denied them even to himself. The truth was he didn’t, couldn’t respond to her words. He didn’t want to get into it or encourage her to say more. He was still stupid enough to fall for it despite himself a he knew it. Part of him even secretly hated her for being capable of conjuring it up in him.
Groaning at the feel of her cool fingers against the heated flesh of his cock, Lo abandoned her lips, unable to focus his attentions on kissing with rhythm and finesse. Kissing his way down her chin, along her throat and to the side of her neck, he kissed, then licked, then sucked and bit the delicate skin. Hips naturally moved in subtle thrusts against her hand. Not jumping the gun, Loghan continued pushing his hand up her stomach, the material of her pajama top falling over the back of his hand as he smoothed his palm along her ribcage in search of a breast. Smoothing his hand ever her left nipple, he bit her neck, tugging gently before returning to sucking at her skin, his thumbing rubbing little circles over the pink little rosebud of flesh atop that supple swell. ---
It wasn’t Cherry’s intention to stir up messy emotions all over again. She didn’t want to hurt Loghan. But it seemed like the sort of information that needed to be shared. Cherry had kept a lot of truths hidden from Loghan, though it had seemed necessary at the time. Now she had no reason to keep her mouth shut. She wanted to be honest with him, and the truth was.. him being back on campus made it hard for her to be physically intimate with anyone else. What that meant, she couldn’t be sure.
Oh the biting was nice. Very nice. Cherry enjoyed being a vampire donor, so she relished the feel of his teeth on her skin. The teasing touch on her tit was nice too. In response, Cherry stroked with a slightly firmer grip. “You can tear ‘em,” she whispered in his ear, nipping at the skin a second later. She didn’t care about the pajamas, and if it helped move things along and get him inside her, then she was happy to let him rip the clothes right off her body.
--- Dear god her voice whispering against his ear to tear her clothing sent a chill down his spine and the sudden urgency to get her naked rose up in him. Loghan liked to play it with a little more grace, a good amount of foreplay and patience and teasing before getting down to it. But she wasn’t making it easy on him, not at all. A quiet growl erupted from the back of his throat at the stroking she was providing his stiffened dick.
Giving up on her neck, leaving a nice little red mark behind, Loghan used his hand to push up her top, forcing it to gather at her collarbone so that he could see her tits. Lowering his face, her dragged his tongue over the nipple he’d neglected, swirling around it with the tip before sucking and giving it a nipple with his teeth. “I like these.” He’d retort quietly as he separated himself from her to settle back on his knees between her legs. Curling his fingers around the waist of her bottoms, he’d tug them off along with her panties, if she’d even bothered. ---
Foreplay was great and all, but sometimes an extended delay, especially in cases where both people knew they probably shouldn’t fuck, turned into a permanent delay. Loghan might change his mind if they didn’t get naked and sweaty soon! Cherry couldn’t have that. She was all excited now, eager to have him scratch a long neglected itch. Or bite it. She’d accept either one.
When his mouth left her nipple, Cherry whimpered in protest. Cold air rushed over the damp skin, causing her to shiver. She placed her hands over her breasts, rubbing them, her fingers pinching at the nipples. As the fabric was pulled down, Cherry’s hips lifted up, letting Loghan remove her silk shorts and panties. She raised her legs then, the soles of her feet sliding over his chest briefly. “If you like them so much.. maybe you should keep them,” she teased.
--- Grinning deviously at her words, Lo brushed her ankles apart, forcing her feet to drop down to his sides. He’d guide her legs to rest against her hips. “I just might.” Creeping back over her, his hands smoothed up her stomach, ribs and breasts, pushing her hands up. Smoothing her arms and hands up, he’d hold them above her head, laying himself down back on top of her so that he could feel those pert nipples against his chest.
Resting his left forearm against the couch, be braced himself before his right hand only shoved his opened jeans down enough to expose his boxers. Still not ready to stop teasing her, he wanted Molly nearly begging. The struggle for power a game they’d played in the past and one he enjoyed regardless. He liked to hear her voice just how much she wanted him. Maybe even a small part of him enjoyed it because he’d felt so rejected by her several times in the past now. Or maybe he was just that narcisissistic in bed. Grinding his hips against her, there was still a thin layer of cotton keeping his erection from feeling the warm, wet folds between her legs. ---
Cherry kept her hands right where he placed them. She didn’t mind being submissive for Loghan. He knew what he was doing, so she let him do it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t doing it fast enough! “You’re such a tease,” she whispered.
Her hips pressed up to meet his, eyes fluttering at the feel of his hard cock rubbing over her, that pesky bit of fabric keeping them apart. “Please, Loghan,” she begged, knowing that’s what he wanted. “I need you.”
--- It was really all he needed to hear, the ache building at the base of his cock nearly unbearable the longer he held out. Reaching between them, he pushed the fabric of his boxers down just far enough to utilize his dick. Teasingly, even in the final moments, Lo slipped his fingers along the outside of her pussy, moving up to toy with the magic button he’d licked into climax so many times before. Without anymore delay, he met her gaze, hand crawling up her side as she slipped his dick into her, feeling resistance at first, he’d have to ease in, puling out and pushing back in only to get a littler further with each buck of his hips.
Groaning into her shoulder, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “You feel so good.” He mumbled against her skin, inhaling deeply the delicate scent of her all too familiar perfume. She felt like what he could only imagine Heaven to be like. ---
Cherry nibbled on the right side of her bottom lip, holding in a whimper as his fingers flicked over all her sweet spots, well, the ones on the outside anyway. He’d need his dick to reach the others. Thankfully, he didn’t keep her waiting too much longer. Cherry was getting terribly impatient, about to switch from begging to demanding, when Loghan finally crossed the threshold.
Teeth released her lip, letting out a gasp. And as her lips parted, her eyes closed. Cherry’s hips rose to meet his. “So do you,” she replied. “I’ve missed you.” She shouldn’t have said that, but it was true, and Cherry didn’t have much of a filter right now.
--- Starting slow, it didn’t take Loghan too long to feel Molly relax, her hips reacting to his. It only encouraged him to increase his pace, bucking into her with a little more strength each time. Pushing himself up on his hands, keep their chests separated so that he could get a better angle to fuck her in, he couldn’t help but enjoy the added bonus of watching her tits bounce. Once again, returning all of his weight to his left hand, Lo let his right grope her leg before grabbing a handful of her ass cheek, using it to hold her in place as he thrust harder into her. Mouth hung open partially, breathing heavily as he worked. ---
Couches weren’t ideal places for fucking, especially not in this particular position, but Cherry didn’t much mind right now. Loghan moved flawlessly, each thrust harder and faster than the last, driving deeper inside her. Cherry rewarded his efforts by squeezing her muscles around his length. Staying in shape required more than running and lifting weights. As a professional, she had to keep her most valuable asset in good condition.
Cherry became more vocal as Loghan grabbed her ass and panted above her. “I want you to come in me,” she said through heavy breaths of her own. There was absolutely no risk of disease or pregnancy with Loghan, so why the hell not?
--- She was trying to mess him up. She had to be. The contracting of her muscles squeezing at his cock, the sound of her voice as she made her breathy request. It caused the fire to pulse through him and Lo had to fight to keep it back, wanting this to last as long as possible. “Don’t do that.” He commanded gently, his head lowered between his shoulders, she was far too good at getting him hard and getting him off. It never felt like enough, even when they’d had marathon sex. Molly always left him wanting more. Slowing his pace, he’d give himself a slight break to keep from finishing right then and there. Slipping his arm around her back, Loghan lifted her up as he sat back, his cock still inside of her as he moved them. Twisting, he sat himself on the couch, Cherry now straddling his lap. He leaned back, both of his hands on her hips as he returned to pumping his hips into her, head back as he relished the view of her facial expressions, those amazing bouncing tits, and the ability to squeeze both ass cheeks in each hand. ---
Suddenly the world spun, and Loghan was making requests. Cherry relinquished her grip on his cock, letting it slide with less resistance in and out of her pussy. She had more control in this position, her knees now on either side of his hips. Her arms stretched out along either side of his head, hands gripping the back of the sofa as she rocked onto him. She wanted his lips against his again, but Cherry noticed that his eyes were busy admiring her body, so she let him keep looking, making a point to move her body in a way that was more visually pleasing. Loghan deserved a show, but nothing about what she was doing could be considered ‘acting.’ Every expression was earned, and when her eyes closed it really was because he’d hit her just right.
--- Fingers dug into the skin of her lower back once his hands had sailed up from the grip on her ass. Teeth clenched briefly as he fought the urge quaking at this base of his cock. Watching her move, the way her spine curled bringing her chest toward him, he couldn’t help but soak in the incredible view of her curves, ink covered skin he had memorized by now, the salt of which he could distinguish from any other body. Fingertips trailed her spine, pushing up into her hair and clenching tightly, his hips returned to the same ferocity that’d he been pile driving into her before. The soft sound of skin slapping against skin as she rode him could barely be heard over the television though it was enough for him to ear. Leaning up he’d wrap his mouth over the breast that’d only received mild teasing from his thumb previously, making sure to give it a good sucking before taking it captive between his teeth. Pulling back, he’d force her flesh to follow as far as it could before he’d allow the tender piece of flesh slip from his grasp. Pulling her to him, his hand at the back of her head, Loghan brought their lips back together finally. ---
“Oh fuck,” she gasped as he pulled at her hair and then feasted upon her breast. His teeth tugging at her nipple caused a shock wave to shoot through her body, and she shivered all over. Before she could catch her breath, Loghan covered her mouth with his. Breathing was overrated. Cherry was willing to sacrifice her lungs for the sake of sucking face. She was close to tearing holes in the fabric of his sofa, because Cherry clawed at it, digging in as she rolled back onto the rod ramming into her. Even though Loghan had asked her not to, Cherry tightened her muscles around him again, squeezing him in rhythm with each thrust.
--- Loghan groaned into her mouth, his lips falling open, his forehead against hers as the both worked at slamming into each other as violently as possible. His groan only got louder without their tongues entangled, eyes closed, he’d have to keep them that way. Nearly exploding, he knew if he dared to meet her gaze, Loghan might accidentally tell her he loved her. Simply because of the euphoria she was giving him. “You’re so fucking amazing...” He grunted between breaths, fucking her as hard as humanly possible, doing his best to hold out until he’d made sure she came first. ---
It was okay that Loghan wasn’t looking at her, because Cherry was struggling to keep her eyes open. She lost herself fully in his kiss and the incredible sensation building between her thighs. She was so close, and Loghan obviously was too. Also.. not so obviously. Cherry felt a flicker of emotions break through, something that was rare with Loghan, but it happened when he experienced intense emotions. It coursed through her, influencing the empath’s own feelings. There was a surge of psychological warmth and joy, and when combined with the physical sensations, Cherry couldn’t hold back any longer. She gasped with a shudder, the sound soon followed by a loud groan as her muscles clamped down on Loghan’s length.
--- Feeling her cunt tighten around him, the shift her body’s movements, Loghan lost all sense of control, his own body seizing underneath her. Forehead still pressed to hers, he let out a grunt as he came in her. Trembling as he erupted into her and then finally collapsed, relaxing back into the couch, sinking in. “Damn, baby.” The words slipped from an exasperated Loghan, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he wrapped his arms around her, and held her close. ---
Cherry collapsed too, her chest flush with his as she rested against him. Loghan’s heart was racing, but it seemed to be moving in time with her own, like the organs were talking to each other while pressed together like this. “I missed that,” she managed to say when speaking was possible again, “And you.” Well she did! All the fighting was forgotten in this moment of post-sex bliss. Cherry couldn’t even remember why they weren’t together anymore!
--- Loghan said nothing, lowering his face a little, away from her. He didn’t want to hear that she missed him. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to miss her or care about her. He wanted her to just be some slut he could fuck from time to time because atleast with her he wouldn’t have to play the game at a bar. She’d save him the trouble and that’s what he wanted. It was what she wanted, too, wasn’t it. Even if he naturally felt like reciprocating, Lo wouldn’t allow himself to. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he sat quietly in their state of ecstasy, riding out the temporary high. ---
The whisper of emotions she’d felt from him moments before was gone now. The wall was back. Cherry couldn’t quite tell what Loghan was feeling. He didn’t respond to her sweet words, well, not with anything more than a little peck.
She was quite then, giving them both a minute to calm down in silence. When their breathing regulated, Cherry climbed off Loghan’s lap. She didn’t go far though. Her naked body remained by his side, but her eyes moved to the television, unsure what to do now.
--- A frown consumed his mouth when she left his lap, missing the warm sticky mess they shared between them already. Turning his head to look at her, Lo didn’t waste too much time disappointed. “Where you going?” He asked, leaning toward her and wrapping his arms around her again. Pulling her with him, they laid on their sides on his couch, making sure to sandwich her between himself and couch in order to keep her warm. Fingers pushed through her hair, wanting to fall asleep with her like this. ---
It was nice, really nice, when Loghan pulled her to him again. She hadn’t expected that, but she’d hoped for it. Strange that she never really got upset if someone didn’t want post-sex snuggles, but it would have hurt her feelings if she’d been rejected tonight. “Nowhere,” she whispered, letting Loghan put her where he wanted.
Facing him again, Cherry allowed herself to nuzzle up under his chin. “Do you wanna move to the bed?” They’d have more room, blankets, pillows.
--- “In a minute.” He closed his eyes, his body still coming down, even if most of the thrill had faded. Even if he didn’t want to fall back into a relationship with her and he didn’t want to have feelings for her, he couldn’t entirely treat her just like anyone else. A sucker for intimacy, he wanted to curl up with her and cuddle probably as much as many women wanted it from him. His hand trailed down her side, back up along her spine, roaming over her body as if attempting to memorize it with his fingers. ---
Cherry wasn’t completely cold. She craved true intimacy, but she didn’t need to feel loved. It was enough for her to feel appreciated, or to fuck a good friend and realize that she could stay over without anything being weird. This had the potential to be weird, but Cherry didn’t want to leave. She missed sleeping in Loghan’s arms. So many thoughts were bouncing around in her scull, but she couldn’t express them. They were messy and not ready for sharing.
“Come on, let’s go to your bed.” She wiggled around a little until Loghan moved to allow her to get up from the couch. Cherry grabbed hold of his hand then, tugging him back to his room. She pulled back the covers and slid under them, pulling Loghan with her.
--- Rising from the couch he only had a second to pull his boxers and jeans up before he was tugged toward his bedroom, bands still not buttoned or zipped back up. Pushing his free hand through his hair, he inhaled liking the smell of sex that now consumed his little campus apartment. Falling into bed with her, literally this time, he curled under the soft, dark gray sheets, curling up with his ex girlfriend. This was probably a horrible idea and maybe he’d regret it in the morning, but now, right now, this had been exactly what he’d wanted. Something simple and sincere. Despite the little things she said here and there that he did his best to avoid.
---
When Loghan was settled, Cherry wrapped herself up in his arms, her legs tangling with his. He was warm and wonderful, an excellent sleeping partner. It made her think back briefly to the nights they’d spent sharing a sleeping bag under the stars. The memory caused her to squeeze him, her cheek rubbing against his chest. “You better have eggs,” she warned softly, “Because I’m making them in the morning.”
--- No no no. Lo wanted her gone in the morning. Why couldn’t it be that way? Seeing her, having her cook... if felt too much like what they’d had before. How did she expect him to cope to deal to function under these circumstances? If only he could manage to be more cruel when drunk. He wanted to tell her to go home now. Avoid the awkward morning after. But how could he without upsetting her? Lo buried his face in her hair and his pillow, closing his eyes, hating her a little bit now. She’d never really let him go and Loghan would forever feel like a puppet, bending to her will, always chasing after her and feeding her ego. And the worst part was she played or genuinely was oblivious to it. Either way, she was horrible for it. ---
When Loghan didn’t respond, Cherry looked up at him. He was still holding her tight enough that it was clear he wasn’t sleeping. “Do you want me to leave?” she asked softly. While Cherry couldn’t magically detect his emotions, she was still sensitive to his feelings, and he didn’t seem to want her here right now. “I will if that’s what you want. If this was just... sex.”
--- He’d been so caught he forgot to say anything. His hesitation had felt like only a second but must have been a minute. Why the fuck did she have to ask questions? Why couldn’t she leave things alone or just assume? The tone of her voice when she said that last little but made him loosen his hold on her. Wasn’t that all she’d wanted from him? There’s was nothing he could say now other than lie to keep from upsetting her. He let out a sigh as he rolled onto his back. It would just never go right for them, would it.? “I thought that’s what you wanted?” Brows wrinkled as he tried to inquire innocently, questioning her. ---
His question was even harder to answer. All she’d asked him is if he wanted her to leave, but Loghan was asking Cherry what she’d wanted from him. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Even though he was lying on his back, Cherry hadn’t separated herself from him. She still had an arm and leg draped over his body. “I don’t know what I want,” she admitted softly. Cherry figured she may as well be honest about what she was thinking and feeling, as disorganized as it all was. “When we’re like this... I think it’s what I want. But we fight so much. We fought more than we fucked when we left school. I don’t know if it would be any easier now. It might be harder.”
--- “This is why we fight...” He sounded more defeated than triumphant in the conclusion. “You never know what you want. We never know where we’re going or what’s happening. No matter what I do it’s always too much or not enough.” Hand rose up to rub at his forehead, the other stuck under Molly somewhere. His tone was genuinely low, hushed, tired. His head was still blurry with lingering inebriation but he was clear enough to make a point, even if that was his only one. “I don’t want to play this game. Why can we just leave tonight as it is?” It was easier that way, wasn’t it? Isn’t that what she’d been trying to convince him of all along? ---
“I’m not trying to play a game or be confusing,” she whispered against his chest. “Really, I’m not. I just... don’t know what to do. I was okay before you got back, but now that you’re here... I don’t know.” She didn’t want anyone else when Loghan was close by. “But...” she sighed, feeling defeated, “We can leave it as is if you want. It doesn’t have to be anything more. Doesn’t have to happen again.”
--- And suddenly she reminded him of just how easily she could bring up the urge to want to strangle her. Loghan didn’t care if they teetered in some an inbetween of gray as long as they didn’t have to label it or discuss it, just pretend it wasn’t happening. When he’d tried to label and define them she’d only rebelled. Molly had spent all this time trying to convince him to accept her and the second he made the initial step in doing just that, doing and being exactly what she’d claimed she wanted, she suddenly wanted more. It would take time to build up their friendship to something entirely platonic like she had with other men. But the sex in the meantime - although typically viewed as crippling in such a situation - might actually help them cope through the uneven ground together. Or so the notion had made sense in his head and now it just seemed like a huge mistake. She was going to string him along again, he could feel it. She was luring him in to another fight whether it was intentional or not, another way for him to hurt her feelings and send her out of his place in tears. He didn’t want to do that. But he didn’t want to be her sad puppy either. “Just this once... let’s not talk about it.” It was the best resolution he could come up with as he turned back onto his side, slipping his arm around her. Sleep, that’s all he wanted now. ---
Why was sex only complicated with Loghan? It was so fucking SIMPLE with everyone else, and she liked it that way! But the second she got into bed with him, all sorts of conflicting emotions filled her. Cherry wanted him, wanted to be with him, but when they’d run off together, it all turned to shit, so she’d convinced herself that they weren’t meant to be. Unfortunately, it didn’t make her feelings go away. Knowing what was right was all well and good in theory, but it was shit in practice.
Still, she didn’t want to get into another fight. They’d felt so good and in sync moments before, and Cherry didn’t want to ruin that. When he wrapped his arm around her, she snuggled into him. “Okay. We won’t talk about it.” It seemed like the best idea for now. They should just be content like this and not over think it. Cherry wanted to stay in his bed and arms, and if keeping her mouth shut was the primary condition, she could do it. She kissed his chest lightly and closed her eyes. It wouldn’t be easy to sleep, but she’d give it a try.