Blur

Title: Blur.
Author: Everlong, playa.
Summary: The lines have been drawn, but it\'s difficult to tell where hate ends and passion begins.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing(s): M/F.
Feedback: Truly desired.
Disclaimer: NEVER EVER HAPPENED. EVER. I KNOW, \'CAUSE I WAS THERE.
This little ditty was ripped from a multi-chapter fic that I\'d been working on for a few months. It wasn\'t turning out the way I wanted, so I scrapped the story but kept the sex scene. A gal can never have too many sex scenes, can she?



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He pushed the door open and found her standing at the sink, splashing water on her face and muttering to herself. He watched her carefully, amused at her behavior, at the cute mannerisms she possessed. “I need sleep,” she muttered to herself as she checked her reflection.

“I think you look fine.”

She nearly jumped out of her skin in fear. “What the fuck are you doing there?”

Rob smiled, steeling himself against his common sense as he folded his arms across his chest. She turned and leaned against the sink. “I should be asking you the same. You’re in the men’s room.”

She rolled her eyes. “A restroom is a restroom,” she said dryly, turning back to the sink. She shut the water off. “What the fuck are you doing there?” He moved to the sink beside her and grabbed a few paper towels, offering them to her. She watched him with a tired fascination, noting how strange the situation was. Were they really standing in a men’s room? She frowned before accepting them, quickly toweling her hands dry.

“Are you gonna answer me or not?”

He sighed at the malice in her voice. “I obviously followed you in here.”

“Yes, obviously,” she replied tersely. “What I’d like to know is why you felt the need to do so.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

Ava shook her head. “That doesn’t make any sense. Couldn’t you have waited until I came out of the restroom?” she asked, crumpling the towels in her hand and walking to the trash bin. Now or never.

He advanced on her quickly, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so that she faced him. He could hear her gasp in shock as he backed her against the cold tiled wall, a little more rough than he would have liked. He pinned her against the cool surface with his own warm body and placed his hands on either side of her.

“I couldn’t wait. I think I’ve been waiting all along.”

Ava froze as he spoke, mere seconds away from snapping and going into attack mode. How dare he put his hands on her this way? How dare he.

Before she could work up the muscle to ask of what he was speaking, Rob planted a kiss on her lips, his hands on her face as he pressed himself against her, harder, his knee between her legs. She struggled against him, digging her fingers into whatever flesh she could find and desperately heaving her body forward, trying to thrust him off. She thought she’d forgotten it, thought she’d buried it in the black box at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t help but remember every vivid detail the way his mouth felt on hers, the wet velvet of his tongue. Before long she gave him, letting his body support her weight as she clutched his shirt in an attempt to hold on. The second the kiss slowed, she pushed him away violently and slapped him hard across the cheek, her umber eyes flashing.

“Don’t you ever in your fucking life do that again,” she shrieked at him, pointing her finger accusingly at him. She moved to the sink quickly and turned the water back on, splashing her face viciously with the cool water as he stood there, stunned.

“You didn’t want it?”

The uncertainty in his tone surprised her and she froze. Was he serious? Her eyes found his reflection in the mirror. “Why would I want you to follow me into a bathroom so that you could make out with me? Are you listening to yourself as you talk, do you realize how stupid you sound?” she asked, frowning in confusion. He moved to her and wrapped his arms around her gently. Ava stiffened and straightened up, watching his face in the mirror as his eyes closed in longing. He buried his face in her wild hair and inhaled.

“What are you doing.”

“I know you want it. Why you’re fighting this is beyond me,” Rob whispered, slowly rocking from side to side as he pulled her flush against him, his hand resting on her clavicle. She kept her eyes on him in the mirror, took in the way he leaned his head against hers and spoke into her hair. She could feel the change in his breath, his chest rising and falling fast against her back. His fingers slid along the warm silver chain that hung at her neck, sliding down over her breast. She gasped, held her breath as his fingertip pressed against her stiffened nipple; a definite violation, but she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel.

“What do you have against me?”

She closed her eyes to the sight of the two of them in the mirror. “I don’t know. Nothing.” She shook her head. She reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her breast. “Everything. You need to get off me.”

“I need to do nothing but stay right where I am,” Rob whispered to her, opening his eyes. He saw a weakened, threatened expression on her face. Her eyes locked with his. “Ava. Can you deny this?” he asked quietly, noting the way she clung to his fingers tightly, keeping his hand close to the flesh he longed to touch. “Deny what, Rob,” she asked, squeezing her eyes shut again.

“Deny this. This was meant to happen. You and I hated each other because we wanted the other so much and knew we couldn’t have each other. But we can.” He turned her around and pushed her against the sink. “We can do this.”

Ava glanced up at him, a tired look about her face. She looked sad. “Do what? Get locked in bathrooms together?” she asked, trying to keep a laugh out of her voice. Rob shook his head and kissed her again, pushing his hands under her shirt. A shudder passed through him as his hands finally came in contact with her warm, sweaty flesh, sliding over the curve of her hips, around her back, pressing her against him firmly. Her body slackened, leaning against him as his tongue slid into her mouth and his hands found the button of her jeans. Warning bells sounded in her head and she pushed him away roughly. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed, pushing her hair away from her face. He stepped back to her and grabbed her arms tightly, holding her against him.

“You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t want this to happen. And if you don’t want it to happen let me know right now and I’ll try to back off – ”

“You’ll try to back off?”

“I’ll try to back off. And if you can’t say anything...” He stopped, pushed her hair away from her shoulder. She shook her head. Ava felt like she was losing her mind; if she were mentally sound, she thought, she would have left the bathroom the second she’d discovered him standing there. She would have walked out. Right? She didn’t think it was her standing in her body at that moment; she was certain she’d been possessed. Someone had taken control of her mind and physical being and they were allowing her to give in to this thing, these feelings that were apparently mutual. She shook her head again, much more forcefully to clear away the cobwebs.

“I don’t know what I want.”

Ava closed her eyes and made the move, pulling him down to her and kissing him fiercely, her hands tangled in his hair tightly. Rob’s hands found her zipper again and this time, when he tried to unbutton her jeans, she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t stop him, even if she wanted to, and she didn’t, because... she didn’t know what she wanted. She knew in the back of her mind that all she could do at this point was let it happen, see where it took her. Trying to fight was futile; she didn’t know what she was fighting and couldn’t know unless this happened.

Or at least, that was how she rationalized it to herself.

His hot mouth parted from hers, sliding down her neck to her collarbone. She shuddered and closed her eyes, tried to ignore the pleasant smell of sweat and shampoo and cologne that wafted up to her. He stood up straight and turned her around so that she was facing the mirror again, uncertainty on both their faces. Without asking and without permission he lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing her soft, full breasts. He kept his eyes on hers as he set the shirt on the sink and placed his hands on her breasts, cupping them and pulling them apart gently. She frowned and watched his hands in the reflection, the tender care he seemed to take with his caress, feeling like she should be appalled but knowing nothing but arousal at that moment.

She still couldn’t help herself. “Stop.”

His eyes found hers in the mirror and he furrowed his brow. “You don’t mean that.”

Before she could protest, and perhaps because he knew she wouldn’t object at this point anyway, he tilted her face to his and kissed her, his hand around her throat. His mouth was familiar to her after only two kisses. She wanted to turn around to face him, wanted to press her breasts, her hardened nipples against his firm chest. She turned and he stopped her, pulling her flush against him, back to chest again. “No,” he murmured as he broke the kiss. She watched as he closed his eyes in a slight state of perversion.

“I want you to watch what I do to you.”

He watched his hands in the mirror as he slid the heavy black denim down over her hips, revealing the delicate black lace of her underwear. He didn’t think she would wear such underwear. He smiled at the sight of them, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband shallowly. She was beyond the point of fascination at the way he received her, at the way he took in all that was happening. Was it real? Didn’t they absolutely abhor one another? What happened? She shook her head and closed her eyes as his hand dipped further into her underwear, his fingers lightly scratching through her coarse pubic hair.

The callused pad of his finger slid against her clitoris, making her jump. He placed his mouth against her neck gently and kissed her there as he dragged her underwear down to her knees to join her jeans. His hand settled on her shoulder, pushing her top half forward as the other unbuckled his pants. She could hear them drop, taking her heart with them, the metal of his buckle thudding against the floor. An eternity of a second passed between the moment his eyes found hers in the mirror and the moment she felt the searing head of his cock split her open slowly. His arm grasped her body against him tightly, his face in her neck as he slid into her all the way.

He held it deep inside her for a moment, wanting to remember, to engrave on his mind the way it felt to be inside her, the way she trembled and closed her eyes as if in shame, the way she’d cried out. He thrust into her, a short, juicy jab and she moaned loudly, digging her fingers into his arm. He glanced up into the mirror and studied the look on her face as he slid his finger around the pearl of flesh between her legs. It felt so good and she said “no”. Her hands pushed at him vaguely, trying but not trying to get him off her, and they both knew it was just an attempt to give herself an excuse for later. Yes I tried to fight you off, but you were too strong. He turned her face to him roughly and kissed her greedily, enjoying the way her hands flew up, the way her fingers tangled in his hair and grasped tightly.

“You have to watch,” he said, glancing into the mirror. She closed her eyes again, winced. “I can’t.” Just a whisper now.

“You have to.”

His hand snaked up the back of her neck, gathered a fistful of her hair. He turned her head toward the mirror. “Watch.” His hand controlled the way she moved, controlled how fast he fucked her, how deep she took him. She reached for the sink and missed, blindly searching for the edges of the mirror and gripping it tightly as he drove hard and deep again and again. It seemed to never end.

And when it did, when he finally thrust into her so deep that she felt her blood boil, the shock of her climax weakened her limbs. She clung to whatever she could as he came inside of her, digging his face into the crook of her neck and biting her. She cried out and closed her eyes again, tilting her head back against his. Labored, heavy breathing filled the restroom as their bodies came down off the high, each slight movement sending a shock through them.

Rob stood up straight and slid out of her slowly, brushing her hair off her shoulder as he pulled up his pants. Ava stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hair wild and her eyes wide, feeling like she could drop to the cold floor in exhaustion. It was too much to take.

She pulled her pants up quickly and avoided his eyes, wishing he would just leave already. She knew, however, that he was watching her; she could feel his eyes. He glanced into the mirror and made sure that he didn’t look mussed, then stepped closer to her. She flinched when he placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned in, his warm breath making her skin tingle.

“I won’t hurt you.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth gently and turned away, unlocking the door and leaving the restroom without another word, another glance. She glanced at herself in the mirror again. What did you just do?

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.



Hmm. Will you review, please? This is the first time I\'ve written and published a story in the Original fandom. It\'s a little weird for me, and I\'d like to know what you all think.