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He keeps his eyes on her for a moment after she asks when he'd last seen his parents, his gaze drifting down briefly, watching the stream of water swirl toward the the drain just behind Chen's feet. "When I was nineteen. Well my mom at least. And that was because she wanted the last word before I left to 'be on my own'. I was sixteen when I last saw my dad."
Perhaps one of the things she missed most about being with Warren, how easy things had always been between them. Sure, they fought like crazy, but things never felt insincere or forced. “Of course,” a smirk pulling at her lips as she leans her head back slightly, the feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp and running through her thick hair as the warm water rushes down over them only causing her to relax even further.
He smiles softly, continuing to wash her hair, forgetting how much he’d missed these little innocent yet intimate interactions they had shared countless of times in the past. “So the summary of my past, my parents didn’t really want me, and they had no problem hiding that, especially when my dad was out of the picture, my mom would blame me. I acted out, because I realized no matter what I did my mom didn’t care, she’d just yell at me -- so I started to bum off other people. Zac mainly. Because I didn’t want to stay at home. It was shit at first, but eventually it was for the better.” He shrugs and then steps away from her some, his hands extending out in front of her so that he could rinse his hands of the shampoo, “You can rinse now.”
A small smile tugging at her lips as the shower curtain is pulled back, stepping aside some to ensure that he’d have enough room to step in comfortably. Turning to face him her green eyes opening wide as he plucks the bottle out from her hands, a small fit of giggles escaping her as he drops it to the ground. “That’s okay, that’s kind of why I needed you in here with me,” taking the bottle as he hands it to her before she’s reaching out with her free hand to grab his arm. “That’s not the only reason,” not wanting him to think that all she required was his assistance in identifying the bottles. Holding the shampoo out to him. “Will you do it for me?”
He bends over and picks up the bottle he’d dropped and places it back where it belongs, the bottle nearly slipping down to the floor once more, but he manages to stop it before it does. And when he stands up again, he’s already grinning, shaking his head at her question. Their interaction effortless, forgetting once again that they shouldn’t even be doing this with one another, but the damage had already been done, there was no turning back now, at least he felt as if there wasn’t any chance to turn back. Grabbing the bottle from her hands, he pops open the lid and squeezes some into his hand, “Are you going to return the favor?” He jokes as he sets the shampoo bottle down after closing it and then places his hands ontop of her head, his fingers beginning to lather in the soap, the soft suds quickly beginning to develop underneath his hands and on he hair.
A slight huff of air escaping her as she notices him poking at the shower curtain, almost a laugh but not quite as she grins, nodding her head in agreement. “Deal.” Feeling around the small shower, blindly trying to find the shampoo to wash her hair although it’s difficult to tell what is what in the darkness. “War?” Picking up the first bottle she touches, squinting at it in an attempt to try and read the label. “Can you come in here?”
“Hmm?” He looks at the shower curtain once more, not even giving it a second thought before he’s nodding and standing up from the toilet seat and pealing back the shower curtain at the opposite end where he’d assumed she wasn’t and stepped in, his hand extending out to touch the wall so that he didn’t fall over, he can see her looking at a bottle and he takes it from her, feeling it without saying a word or apologizing for taking it from her hands, recognizing the shape of it, knowing that it was the body wash, he tries to put it back down, but it falls onto the shower floor instead, crashing loudly and he laughs loudly, “Shit -- oops. I just didn’t want you to wash your hair with the body wash.” He feels around for the only other bottle, and hands that one to her instead. “Here. That might treat you a little better.”
She’s listening carefully to his words, she knew that he didn’t have the best relationship with his family but he always spared the details. Her heart aching that his own mother would call him such hurtful names. Pulling back the shower curtain slightly to look at him, although she can barely make out his shadow in the darkness. “I do, but only if you want to tell me.”
Hearing the curtain pull back some he shifts, leaning back against the back of the toilet to look at her, “I’ll give you the summary today, we can save the details for another time. We have to have something to talk about the next time we see each other. Right?” He smiles, although he knows that the expression will most likely go unnoticed considering the bathroom didn’t have any windows to let in light. The only light that was coming in was the faint glow from the window in the living area, but even then, the sun was setting and soon they’d be in complete darkness if the power didn’t come back on. “Deal?” he extends his hand and pokes at the shower curtain, letting her know he was acknowledging her wanting to know about his past because she couldn’t exactly see his face.
Letting the warm water rush over her body, her hands moving to run through her long hair, fingers brushing out any tangles in the strands. “Start at the beginning, when I say I want to know everything I mean it.” She wants to know every little detail about him and his life.
“Mmmm --” He hums, “There really isn’t much to it, I mean, my dad wasn’t really in the picture, a dead beat, met him once, and he met up to all the names my mom called him while I was growing up. But she wasn’t a blue ribbon mother either. Called me useless a lot, and pretty much deemed me as my dad-- called me the same things too.” He pauses, “It’s a sob story really, you don’t want to hear that.”
It took a few minutes before she felt as if she could stand up straight without having her legs give out beneath her, limbs shaking slightly from how good he had made her feel. Agreeing on his idea of showering, she wouldn’t have minded if he even wanted to do so together, although she won’t push. “Yeah, I still want you to tell me everything about you,” voice playful as she follows him to the small bathroom, not bothering to pick up her discarded clothes.
Turning the faucet on so that warm water spills down from the shower head as she climbs into the tub.
Warren takes a seat on the toilet after putting the lid down, tossing his clothes onto the sink counter so that he could put them back on after he showered -- not really seeing a point in stepping into them before he actually had a chance to shower. After listening to the sound of the water running for a minute he speaks up, “What do you want to know first?” He questions, feeling completely relaxed as he sat there in the dark, his elbows propped on his knees as he leans forward and settles his chin in his hands, glancing at the shower curtain briefly.
As he grabs onto her hips and lowers her onto him she can’t help the soft moan that immediately falls past her parted lips. The feeling of him entering her after all the time they had spent apart felt much greater than she had originally anticipated. Gripping onto his shoulders a little tighter. Her green eyes staring deep into his beautiful blues as she begins to move herself up and down slightly, grinding against him with each movement. Immediately kissing him back with a burning intensity, a hand pressing to his cheek as she rolls her hips faster, picking up the pace.
Moans being muffled as her tongue moves against his, her heart feeling the fullest it’s felt in years the moment he says yes.
He had no intentions of doing anything with Chenault, but he didn’t regret it either. And when they finished, it felt almost as if she hadn’t left in the first place. So asking if she wanted to join him in the bathroom to take a shower felt natural, however he corrects himself quickly, “I mean the lights are still out, we can keep each other company so our minds don’t go wild.” He jokes, “I’ll sit on the toilet seat or something while you shower, and just talk to you.” He smiles gently at her as he begins to walk backwards towards the bathroom, plucking his clothes up off the floor as well, holding them against him so that he was no longer just standing there without his clothes on. Even though they’ve seen each other naked plenty of times and they just had sex, she still wasn’t with him and it felt wrong to act as if things were going back to normal.
Tugging her lower lip between her teeth as she watches carefully, drinking in his appearance as he strips down to nothing. A mischievous smirk forming against full lips as he silently indicates that it was her turn to make the next move. Taking a few careful steps towards him, she gives him a shove, hard enough to cause him to fall against the couch and be seated once more. “Did you miss this too War?” Voice low and raspy as she reaches down between his legs. A hand still positioned on his shoulder whilst the other wraps around his cock. Her hand beginning to move in slow circular motions up and down his shaft as her lips latch onto his skin, just above his clavicle, sucking the skin with the intent to leave a mark. Just because he wouldn’t be able to leave any evidence on her didn’t mean she has to do the same.
“Did you miss the way it felt to be inside of me?” Still holding onto his shoulder for support as she positions herself a top of his lap, straddling him. Guiding his member to her entrance. All she had to do was lower herself slightly, or he could lift his hips and there would be no turning back.
A huff of air leaves him as she pushes him down onto the couch roughly, somewhat of a chuckle following shortly after as he looks at her, she was unbelievable. He watches her every move, the sound of her voice getting to him, and a sharp inhale of air moves through his lungs as he feels her hand wrap around him. He reaches his arm back and grabs a hold of her hand that was pressed against his shoulder, his hips bucking upwards some as her lips meet his collar bone. He nods finally, a low hum leaving him in replace of an answer to her question. He’d missed everything about her.
But what she asks next sets him off more than before, and he doesn’t wait before he grabs a hold of her hips, lowering her completely as he locked eyes with her, his eyes sharp with the same mischievous glint that had been in hers. His lips part as a quiet moan escapes him, the remainder of it muffled as he crashes his lips against hers, no longer wanting to play the game, but simply enjoy this moment with her. The realization that they’d spent two years away from each other hitting him once more, two years since they’d seen each other, spoken to each other, had sex with each other. It felt as if he’d been in the desert and it’d finally began to rain. It just felt so right to be with her, in every way possible. “Yes.” The single word escapes him as he moves his hips back and forth to move inside of her.
Brows immediately furrow, caught by surprise as his lips press to hers once more. A higher intensity behind the kiss this time. Her eyes fluttering shut as she moves her lips against his, tongues colliding as his hips roll up into hers. A muffled mewl slipping past as her fingers dig into his upper arms and he begins to move his mouth down her chest. “Warren—” her hips involuntarily moving upwards some as his hand moves to slip beneath the fabric of the borrowed pyjama pants. Finally clueing in on what he was trying to do and she knows that she should get him to stop, but it felt so good.
Allowing him to have his fun and play his little game for a moment longer before she’s using her knee to push him off of her some. Moving so that she can stand up from the couch, simply looking down at him for a moment before her fingers move to push down the fabric she wore on her lower half. Allowing the material to pool around her ankles before she slides her panties down her legs as well. “Take your pants off.”
“What?” He breathes, looking down at her as he allows his hand to move completely between her legs until she pushes him away with her knee, his mouth parting slightly as he looks up at her after she stands up from the couch. His breathing labored. He was almost positive she was going to tell him to fuck off, but when she begins to rid herself of the remainder of her clothing he can’t help but watch with eager and hungry eyes. His gaze falls down to the W that was inked on her hip bone, gazing at it briefly before she’s instructing him to take off his own pants.
Right eyebrow cocking upward, he looks at her quizzically. He knew how she worked, he knew that she might be toying with him as much as he had with her, but he didn’t care. “Ok.” He replies, pushing himself up from the couch and riding himself of his pajama pants, as well as his boxers, pushing them down his legs and then stepping out of them, standing up straight afterwards and looking at her, his head canting slightly to let her know that it was her move again.
There’s a brief moment where she wonders if it was a mistake to admit the feelings she still had for him out loud. Her lips parting to speak as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, debating taking it all back but it’s too late. Besides, she meant it. Her brows furrowing and there’s a slight ache in her heart as he asks her to come be with him, that they could give it another attempt. “War…” Hand resting against his cheek as she looks into his eyes, seeing the sadness behind them as her thumb gently brushes against the soft skin. “It’s not that simple.”
The second she breathes his name, he knew that she wasn’t going to do it, she wasn’t going to leave him, and there’s a definite sadness that’s looming over him, and he knows she’d be able to see it in his eyes, but she’d also agreed to letting him fight for her, and if that’s the way it was going to be, if she wasn’t going to let go that easily, he would do what he promised to do, and that in itself burns away that sadness and ignites something else in him, and he’s capturing her lips once again, this time with more fervor. His hips pressing into hers once again and then he begins to trail kisses along her chest and down her abdomen, wanting to ignore the fact that she’d just basically denied him, “You can’t tell me that you don’t want to be with me.” He slowly begins to slip his hands underneath the bottoms she had on, teasing her, wanting to cloud her mind with lust.
The smirk that he wore had always been one of her favourite expressions of his. The look on his features alone causing her heart to speed up a little. One had remaining at the waistband of his pants while the other moves to his back, fingernails digging into the skin slightly as he kissed her once more. A small laugh escaping her between kisses as he mentions the way she had shed her clothes for him, expecting him to leave it at that. However, as he mentions subconsciously falling for her that day the laughter immediately stops. Entire body being taken over by a familiar warmth as her heart beat quickens once again. Kissing him back, she isn’t quite sure that he realizes the impact his confession had on her. Their feelings were a topic that was generally off limits, she wasn’t aware that he had felt that way for her so early on, even though her feelings for him had already been established, growing stronger by the day. Arms draping over his shoulders as he lifts her up some. “I’m still in love with you War,” the words spilling past her lips before she even has a chance to give them a second thought. Nose brushing against his.
What she says catches him off guard, and he buries his face into her neck briefly, giving himself a chance to process it, feeling far too many things at once. His lips brush against her shoulder, his actions much more hesitant, like her words had set off a red flag in his mind finally that should’ve gone off right when they’d kissed in the first place. “Then leave him.” He replies finally, “Come be with me again. We can try again.” He words almost desperate, almost. He pulls away some so that he could look at her, his hues searching hers as he holds her. “Don’t get married to him....”
Her arms lift to allow him to remove the shirt she wore with ease, her hands immediately moving to press to the exposed muscles on his chest, fingertips trailing down against the skin to his lower abdomen, brushing gently against the waistband of the pants he wore as he moves to lay her down against the couch. Green eyes gazing into his blues, the only thing on her mind was him and how much she had missed him. Head falling back slightly as his mouth moves to her sensitive skin, full lips parting as a pleasure filled sigh slips past. “Mhmm,” the memory not feeling as long ago as it really was. “Then you kissed me.” The first time they had kissed, her first kiss.
Her fingers hooking underneath the fabric of his waistband, tugging the material down slightly. Although the last thing she wants to do is rush into things, she’s enjoying the way they seem to be catching up with one another’s bodies far too much.
Goosebumps form along his body as her hands tug at the waist band of his pajama bottoms, his lips still fastened into a smirk as she speaks, “Then I kissed you.” He repeats, looking up at her for a beat and then moving up to press his lips against hers, “I couldn’t believe that you just took your bra off like that, I think I unknowingly fell for you that day, like my subconscious knew that I’d be an idiot if I wasn’t with someone so bold and beautiful.” His words are mumbled into her mouth between peppered kisses, his tongue meeting hers, but the kiss is interrupted by a low chuckle that vibrates in his chest, his hands simultaneously familiarizing themselves with her body as they move along her sides and then her chest, slipping one hand beneath her so that he could pull her up some, her body pressed against his, his hips meshing gently with hers.
Unable to help the way she smiles into the kiss at his words, feeling as if she finally had him back. Although deep down she knew it would never be that simple. Kissing him with as much passion as she could, it didn’t feel like any other kiss she could recall. It was more intense, there were more emotions behind it this time. His had moving up to her waist underneath the fabric of his shirt. Fingertips feeling like fire against her bare skin, lust coursing through her veins. Something in the back of her mind screaming at her to stop, that they shouldn’t go any further but she ignores it the best that she can. Her hands moving to tug at the fabric of the shirt he wore, beginning to lift it as her mouth moves to pepper kisses along his jaw.
His heart could be felt throughout his entire body, every pulse he had in his limbs setting off a fire within him, making him feel as if they were hovering above the couch, his senses only able to pick up the sensations of her lips and hands as she began to tug up his shirt. He removes his hands from her waist, raising them up and allowing her to peal off his shirt. Everything about this feeling as if it was one of the first times they’d ever had sex -- a leap into the past where they had no regrets or remorse for anyone or anything, a reckless abandon that even to this day it was clear they still held on tight to.
Stepping over the boundary officially, Warren tugs her shirt up and over her head as well, letting the fabric slip from his fingers effortlessly, leaning her back against the couch, his eyes searching hers momentarily before he dips down and latches his lips onto her right collar bone, tongue trailing against her soft skin, the scent of the rain water that had previously soaked her skin enveloping his senses, “Remember when you let me do a line of coke right down the middle of your breasts?” He breathes, smirking against her skin, ghosting his lips down her sternum, just between her breasts, the memory flooding back vividly.
Thoughts of infidelity are far from her mind, there wasn’t anything about this that felt wrong. The way his soft lips felt against hers providing a feeling of safety, of home, love. Sitting up a little straighter, her hand sliding to rest at the back of his neck while her other presses gently to his thigh. His mumbled words bringing back even more feelings for him that she had tried to suppress, feelings that she had tried to pass on to someone else but it was evident now more than ever that Warren was the man that she truly loved. “I missed you,” kisses included, she missed everything about him.
He shifts slightly along with her, his hand settling on the side of her face, his thumb brushing against the indentation of the scar that had faded over the years. He didn’t realize just how much he’d missed her until now, until she was in his arms. Her words only intensifying the feeling of longing and love -- and lust. “God, I missed you too.” He wanted to do more than just kiss her, his fingers itching to remove her clothing piece by piece, he wanted to drink in the familiar curves of her body. His hands begin to trail up and under the shirt she’d given her to wear, fingers dancing tenderly against her skin, trying to hold back -- not wanting to go over the edge completely, but he was unsure if he’d be able to stop himself if she welcomed the advances.
There’s a strange comfort in the silence, even more so in his one word response. Taking it as an answer to both the questions she had presented him, her eyes fluttering open as he lifts her chin. Convinced that he would kiss her. Ignoring the fact that there were rules and there would be consequences, she was engaged to his best friend. Her hand moving to rest against the side of his neck as her emerald eyes search his blues. Eyelashes fluttering slightly as her lids fall shut once more as his nose gently brushes against hers and she can feel a shiver run down her spine from the anticipation. His words causing her heart to pick up in pace. Of course she wanted him to fight for her, although she knows how selfish that may be, unsure if she’ll be able to go back to him after everything that they had been through. However, with his fingers beneath her chin and his breath on her lips the only thing on her mind is the familiar taste of his tongue. A slight nod of her head before she’s leaning up slightly, pressing her lips to his. Testing the water, the kiss only lasting a few seconds before she’s pulling away, wide eyes looking at him for a moment and then she’s leaning in again. More certain this time. She wanted this.
His senses heighten as his anticipation rises. He shuts his mind off, knowing that if he allowed it to take over he’d be pulling away, because even if this stayed between them -- if neither of them told anyone, it would weigh on their conscience. But in that moment he was ignoring all of that, paying attention only to her eyes as she looked up at him -- waiting for what she’d do, whether she’d regret asking if he’d kiss her, if she was willing to have him fight for her. And when she nods he can feel his heart pause in his chest for a split second just before her lips meet his briefly. His eyes open slowly, wondering if that was all that would pass between them, wondering if she’d let him kiss her again, but before he’s able to make a move of his own, she leans in again and their lips meet once more. A involuntary sigh emits past his lips, and he mumbles against her mouth, “Fuck, I’ve missed kissing you.” He admits, peppering lust-filled kisses on her lips.
Her eyes remaining shut as a smile spreads across her features, grinning. “Yeah, that’s definitely not a word I would use when describing you.” Genuinely meaning that. A brief silence before she’s speaking up once again. “Do you still like me?” In the way that he used to, something that wasn’t strictly platonic. “If there weren’t any rules, and there wouldn’t be any consequences, would you kiss me?”
Warren continues to look down at her, remaining silent, unsure of how to answer even though the answer was right on his tongue all along. A few moments pass, the rain once again padding the silence. “Yes.” A simple response, not even bothering to specify what he was saying yes to, but he was saying yes to both of her questions, and without giving it a second thought he moves his hand up to her chin, tilting her head up, but he doesn’t kiss her just yet, there’s still a hesitance, an alarm that’s going off telling him not to, but his nose brushes against hers, his heart pounding in his chest. God he wanted to kiss her, but he knew that if he did that would be it, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. “Don’t let me do this unless you want me to fight for you.” He breathes.
