Envy

A/N: Another side to Lindsey and Paul.
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True Love.

Lindsey sat on the edge of the bed, her damp hair piled on top of her head as she rubbed lotion into her legs, sighing heavily. Paul was finishing up in the shower and she listened to the steady stream of the water hitting the tile. She bit her bottom lip in thought, wrapping her towel around her tighter, and went to the mirror above their dresser, looking at herself with a criticizing eye.

She looked just like her mother.

“You okay?”

Lindsey looked back at the bathroom door, where Paul stood, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, exposing his naked upper body. She loved his chest and shoulders. His wet hair was hanging in front of his eyes, which were looking at her with concern. How come he could always read her like a book?

“When you think about Nathan, do you get angry sometimes?” Lindsey whispered, “Do you ever wish it would have been you instead?”

It was very rare for Lindsey to talk about her mother, Diana. She had died when Lindsey was only sixteen, in a car accident. Lindsey had been in the car with Diana that day, and had lived, only walking away with a broken leg and ten stitches in her forehead, above her left eyebrow.

Paul sighed softly and wrapped his arms around Lindsey, “Yeah.” he admitted, nodding his head. “All the time.”

“I just miss her so much.” Lindsey choked, burying her face into Paul’s shoulder.

Nathan Harlow was Paul’s one and only hero growing up. Paul looked up to his big brother like he was the fucking Messiah, always doing what Nathan did and seeking his approval on everything. When Paul turned thirteen, he found out that his older brother was heavy into drugs and his world came crashing down on him. Everything he ever knew -or thought he knew- about his brother was a lie. Nathan died of an overdose a year before Paul met Lindsey.

Paul wrapped his arms around Lindsey, sighing heavily. “I know.”

Lindsey shook her head, “It should have been me. I was driving.”

Paul drew his brows together sharply, framing Lindsey’s face with his hands, “Don’t say that.” he said softly, “Things happen for a reason, no matter how shitty they are. Parents aren’t suppose to bury their children.”

“Sixteen year old girls are suppose to have their mothers.” Lindsey sniffed, tears slipping down her face. “If I weren’t driving-”

“Then the dumbass drunk would have killed you instead.” Paul sighed, “And your mother would have died from a broken heart. And…I wouldn’t have found you finally.”

Lindsey bit her bottom lip, wrapping her arms around Paul’s neck, then kissed his lips softly, “I love you.” she whispered against his lips.

Paul walked Lindsey back to their bed, pushing her down gently as he climbed on top of her, pressing his lips against hers, “Love you.” he responded heavily.

Lindsey smiled softly as Paul drew away her towel, grazing a hand up her side as he studied her body carefully. He was being kind of a mush again, and Lindsey was going to relish in this moment, since it was very rare to have him this way. Paul traced his fingertips across the side of her breast, up to her collarbone then held her by the back of the neck, kissing her lips gently.

Lindsey ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her slowly, and a leg around his middle, arching her back slightly when Paul gently sucked on her tongue. He sighed into her, supporting himself on one elbow, his other hand now trailed down her body again, to cup the juncture between her legs softly. Lindsey cooed against his mouth, her body instantly heating with desire.

His movements were slow and loving, teasing her sensitive bundle of nerves gently, making her want more and more of him. He always seemed to make her needing him to the point of near insanity. His lips stayed pressed against hers, devouring her mouth with gentle dominance as she slid her hands up and down his sides and back, pressing her hips into his hand.

“God you’re so beautiful, Linds.” Paul said huskily against her lips, pulling his towel off his hips.

Lindsey blushed deeply, biting her bottom lip. She gasped softly as Paul slid into her slowly, filling her up with himself as he held deep within her, panting heavily. Lindsey wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled, which he returned. Paul rested his head in the crook of her neck and started moving slowly within her, her tight body dragging him more and more into bliss.

His hands were sliding all over her body as he held close to her, cupping her breasts gently, holding the back of her neck, or sliding down her legs. He made sure to kiss her and whisper against her mouth how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. She always blushed when he told her these things. She couldn’t help it. God, he was amazing.

Paul panted heavily, his breathing coming out ragged and strained as he pushed in and out of her slowly, moments like this seemed to go by so quickly, sometimes. Lindsey arched against him, tightening her inner muscles around him and whimpered, interlocking her fingers with Paul’s as he gently pinned her hands above her head.

Lindsey stared up into Paul’s dark eyes, letting her orgasm take over her body as she panted heavily and moaned, pressing her head back into the mattress. Her eyes closed slowly and she smiled -her toes curled and she held tightly to Paul’s hands, feeling heat spread rapidly through her body, deliciously. She heard him telling her that he loved her more than anything, and she whispered back that she loved him too, keeping her inner muscles clamped down around him.

Paul grinned softly down at her and continued pushing in and out of her, his pace quickening slightly, but still taking her deep and slow. After a few more moments, he grunted low, pressing his mouth to hers firmly and fell over that cliff with her, then sunk down onto her body, enveloping her with his warmth.

She loved him so much. And he loved her.

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