Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 7

Everyone is changing
There's no one left that's real
So make up your own ending
And let me know just how you feel
'Cause I am lost without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Margot clutched at her stomach protectively as she curled up into a ball on the small hospital bed, her legs curled up to her chest as she felt phantom pains of her ordeal stabbing at her stomach. His parents had suceeded. She swallowed a sob as she heard the door slip open followed by the soft pad of shoes against linoleum and she slid her eyes shut, feigning sleep.
"Oh christ." She heard Lachlan slip into a chair near her bed and she evened out her breathing. She could hear him fiddling, his fingers lightly taping on the armrests. She heard him sigh and she gently slid open her eyes as she heard him begin to sob. She gently eased herself out of bed, ignoring the pain in her stomach as she padded over to him. She planted herslef in his lap and he wrapped his arms around her slender frame, pulling her closer. She felt one of his hands on her belly, where the baby used to be. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. She felt his tears on the top of her head, her hair damp. He snuggled closer to her and she sobbed harder. Margot had no idea about how long they sat there crying together, but when she eventually felt cried out she found him pressing a hankerchief into her hand. She dabbed at her eyes.
"We need to tell my family." She finally said, trying to wipe away the wetness.
"I did. I'm sorry if you wanted to tell them but I felt it was urgent that they know. They came around while you were sleeping." He answered as Margot reached up to wipe at Lachlan's face, pressing the soft cotton against his cheeks.
"That's okay. How did they take it?"
"Your mother cried, your dad blamed me. Your brother offered to comfort me and then Devon decided that since I was with you I wasn't gay so she should be the one comforting me and then Celeste asked me if I had crayons."
"Sometimes I wish I was an only child."
"They said they'd come visit tomorrow."
"My family hates hospital." She pushed her hips down, grinding herself against him.
"Margot, wha-what are you doing?" Lachlan stuttered slightly, grasping her hips tightly, trying in vain to stop her movements.
"Help me forget." She murmured against his neck as her eyes filled with tears.
"What?" He asked, cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"I don't want to remember Lachlan, it HURTS to remember. Help me forget, even if it's only for a little while." Lachlan looked at her, gazing into her big blue eyes, brimming with tears.
"Alright." He scooped her up, depositing her on the bed. She turned her face up to his, her legs swinging around on the hospital bed. He gripped her face with both hands, his soft palms pressing against her cheeks as he stepped closer, his lips brushing against hers. She wound her fingers through his thick dark hair and pulled him closer, her legs winding around his middle. Short, desperate kisses were peppered over her face, his lips brushing against her skin as she flexed her gfigners, unravelling them from his hair to run down his neck and across the tense muscles in his shoulders. She could feel his muscles bunch beneath her hands and she started to massage his shoulders the best she could, his silk shirt slipping between her fingers. He pushed against her and she could feel his erection pressing against her thighs and she moaned softly as his lips moved down her jaw to trail down her neck. His kisses were wet and sloppy and she could feel tears course down her cheeks as he tried to contain a sob. She felt his hand shift up her thighs, underneath the gown, to gently cup her arse as she rsoe fo the bed, arching into him as she felt his erection shift to press agaisnt her stomach.
"Lachlan." She murmured, gripping at his shoulders, pulling him as close as possible. He whimpered, quickly undoing his pants and pushing them, along with his boxers down. The gown was bunched up around her hips and her underwear was hastily pushed down as he pushed in. She felt him fill her. It was so different dry. He felt thicker, bigger and she could feel herself stretch to accomodate him.
"Harder." She muttered directly into his ear. They were pressed together, her breasts crushed against his chest as she gripped at his back, the muscles flexing beneath her fingers as she dug her figners in. She trailed kisses up and down his neck, feeling the muscles tense and relax as her lips run along them.
"Harder." She said again causing him push in harder as he picked up a steady momentum. He continued pulling out and pushing in, going faster and faster, sliding a hand down her side to rest on her hip, steadying her. He pulled out and pushed in, his hand sliding down further to thumb at her clit. He would pull out, his finger circling around her clit, not actually touching it until he pushed back in again. He rolled his hips forward and she sunk her fingers into his shoulder again causing him to moan, the vibrations travelling through to her as she was pulled against his chest, his other hand gripping her lower back tightly. He jerked his hips sharply and she came, muffling a moan against the crook of his neck as her tears finally stopped. She felt him pull out and push in a few more times before he came, his back muscles trembling beneath her fingers. They stayed in that position for a while, silently holding eachother. The crushing pain in her chest quickly returned.