Two-Way Monologues

Adrian almost walked right into Anya as she was leaving his bedroom. He was wet from his shower and wearing just a towel around his hips. Anya took in the sight.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Ummm…” Anya hesitated. The note she wrote for him was still clutched tightly in one of her hands.

“Were you going to leave?” Adrian asked a hint of hurt in his voice.

“No, I mean yes, but-“

“Anya, we need to talk.” Adrian said firmly, backing her up into the room. Anya felt her stomach lurch in anticipation. “You can’t just run away from everything.”

“I’m not.” Anya said defensively. “I just, I should go home and check on Kendra and help her clean and stuff.”

“It’s like nine in the morning. The guys came home like an hour ago. Kendra’s fine and she’s probably fast asleep right now. Stop making excuses Anya.”

“God, Adrian, why are you doing this?” Anya unconsciously started to twist the scrap of paper in her hand. “We can talk later.”

“Or we can talk now.” Adrian said again.

“Fine. Let’s talk then.” Anya threw up her hands in resignation.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Adrian shook his head. “You act like I’m trying to force you to do something awful. You’re the one who said you wanted to talk last night.”

“I was drunk Adrian. I’m sure I said a lot of things.” Anya folded her arms. “I’m prone to make very bad decisions when I’m drunk.”

“So that’s why you got smashed off of your ass?”

“No, I did that so it wouldn’t be entirely painful if we had this talk.” Anya put a hand on her head. “But now my head is killing me anyway.”

“Why is talking to me suddenly so difficult?” Adrian asked. He was still standing there with only a towel to protect his modesty and Anya was tempted to tell him that if he wanted to make this easier on her, he would get dressed. In another room….far away…from her.

“Talking about this is difficult.” Anya snapped back.

“What is this?” Adrian was tired of talking in abstract language. It was only serving to frustrate him and prolong their argument.

“God, I don’t know.” Anya admitted. “I already had no clue what the fuck is going on and then last night Bryan-“

“This isn’t about Bryan.” Adrian said tensely.

“I know but he-“

“No, this isn’t about him. He’s a jerk Anya. He’s a stupid piece of shit who isn’t worth talking about anymore.” Adrian was raising his voice at this point and it made Anya take a step back in surprise.

“I know…”

“No, I don’t think you do Anya. Bryan is an asshole. I’m sorry I ever introduced you two.” Adrian took a step towards her and Anya took a step back. The heat in Adrian’s gaze was making her nervous. She knew he would never hurt her but he looked so unpredictable. “Not every guy is like Bryan. Not every guy is going to hurt you.”

“Adrian, I know that.” Anya said unsteadily.

“I don’t think you do Anya.” Adrian advanced on her again. “I’m so sick of hearing about Bryan. He’s gotten so into your head that you can’t see anything else.” Adrian reached out a hand and cupped her cheek and Anya’s body automatically leaned into his touch, despite her attempt at self-control. “I’m not Bryan.”

“I know.” Anya said softly. “It’s just hard for me.”

“So let me make it easier.” Adrian leaned his head in closer so they were mere millimeters apart. “Let me show you Anya. Let me show you that I’m not like him.”

Adrian kissed her gently but with determination. This kiss held none of the hesitation of their previous one. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him and Anya automatically responded, her arms wrapped around his neck.

A gentle moan pushed past her lips, her body shifting as Adrian backed her up onto the bed, his body moving to cover hers. Anya’s tongue swept Adrian’s mouth hungrily as she ground her hips into his. His lips trailed away from her mouth then, barely brushing the sensitive flesh of her neck as she sighed contently, eyes half-shut in pleasure.
“Adrian…” Anya whimpered his name as he pulled away from her. Their eyes locked on each others, Adrian’s hands moved to the zipper of his sweatshirt, asking her permission to take his exploration further. Anya sat up, making it easier for him to slide the sweatshirt off of her shoulders. His mouth was suddenly back on hers, catching her off guard. Anya’s hands roamed over his hard body, loving the feel of his hot skin on hers.

Adrians hands were under her shirt, feeling what he had only imagined in his dreams. He pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His tongue teased her sensitive nipples until Anya was squirming on the bed, begging him to stop teasing her.

“Tell me what you want?” Adrian stared into her hazel eyes as he roughly tweaked her nipples. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you…” Anya gasped, feeling his hand slide between her legs, stroking her through the thin fabric of her panties. “Adrian…” She whimpered.

“Say it.” He demanded again.

“I need you.” Anya begged. “I need you to make love to me. Please…”

Adrian kissed her deeply in response. Anya lifted her hips off of the mattress as he slid her skirt and then her panties from her body, her own hands tugging at the towel around his hips, his torso already naked. His lips tugged and kissed at hers as her hand wrapped around his erection, gently stroking to bring him to full attention. The heat of her touch forced a groan past his throat. Large skilled fingers tested her pussy, finding it already soaking was all the encouragement Adrian needed.

“Adrian!” Anya cried out as his body pressed into hers. Adrian stilled his body for a moment, savoring the feeling of her, tight and wet around his cock. Anya moaned in pleasure as her body adjusted to the feeling. She felt so good, Adrian wanted to just loose control inside of her but he had to remind himself that his Anya was still rather innocent… “Adrian, please…” His body pressed tight to hers, hips the only movement, slow and strong strokes carrying him in and out of her. Arms and legs encircled him as she kissed him, her hips moving against him. Heat built slowly between them, the friction making her gasp and shudder.

Anya closed her eyes as she focused solely on the feeling of Adrian moving in and out of her body. Feeling the fullness of his cock stretching out the tightness of her walls was almost too much for her to take. Anya held on tightly to him, bringing him deeper inside of her, her hips rolling beneath him, making them both moan loudly. Hearing Adrian groan her name as he fought for control over his body was all Anya could take. Her body clenched and she buried her head in his shoulder trying to muffle her scream of ecstasy. “Oh God, oooo, Adrian!”


Her orgasm caught Adrian by surprise. He moaned loudly as her pussy clenched down around him milking his cock. Anya’s body shook, vibrating on his cock, he couldn't have moved even if he wanted to. Adrian kissed her as he began to move his hips once more, trying to prolong her release and bring his own. The exertion made him grunt loudly and his vocal appreciation of her body elicited an equal response from Anya. And then they both felt his release begin, Anya held him tighter, as he came hard, filling her to completion; both of their bodies shaking.

They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, both gasping for air. Adrian started to roll off of her but Anya clung tightly to him.

“Not yet…” She begged in a breathy voice. Adrian kissed her again before resting his head on her chest. Anya ran her hands through damp hair as they both tried to recover. Adrian listened to her erratic heartbeat and found that it perfectly matched his own. He lazily dropped a kiss on her breast, over her heart.

"I love you." He sighed with relief at finally being able to give those words to her.

“I know.” Anya smiled closing her eyes and yawning. A few moments before she spoke, in a sleepy mumble, the last words before dreams overtook them both said, “I love you too.”

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