ashton collins

[delilah-lafontaine]

It was humorous that Ashton though that she, of all people, couldn’t pretend that he wan’t there. Delilah was a master at pretending — whether it was for good or not. It only depended on her little habitual ticks that would give her away to those who knew her greatly; that person being solely the male that stood before her. Nonetheless, as he agreed to run her bath; she nodded her head and dismissed the look of genuine curiosity that was tossed her way. It almost made her wonder if he’d attempt to climb into the bath with her like old times; but she was positive that he wouldn’t. In fact, that was the stupidest thought that crossed her mind within this very night. ”Your demands never get you anywhere, Ashton,” She shot back, just so she could have the last word. They both knew she’d follow his instruction either way.

She took a long swig of wine before bringing the bottle into the kitchen and onto the counter. It was the only way to keep it out of her reach. She made sure to put the rest of the alcohol away, as well, soon noting the missing beer can. Great - he was already taking advantage. Swiveling around, she ran her dainty hand through her dark tresses and sighed; heading back into the living room to turn off the radio. So much for getting unbelievably tipsy. 

Within no time, she could hear the bath filling up to it’s peak and the sound of the male’s voice filled her ears. She honestly wished he would just walk out of the bathroom and away from her before she idiotically tried anything. Shaking off her thoughts, she braced herself for what was to come and slowly approached the bathroom. “Shut up, I’m coming,” She began, turning the corner and arriving at the entrance of the bathroom before her jaw went slack and quickly tightened. Was he really shirtless right now? Instantly, her heart picked up and her gaze visibly trailed down to his bare chest. It was spotless; void of the possessive marks she’d leave along his pale skin during heated nights.

“Thanks.” She stated curtly, referring to the fact that he had filled the bath for her. With out another word, she reached down for the end of her grey tank top and lifted it over her head. Swiftly, she unbuttoned her ripped jeans and raised her long, sun-kissed legs out of them. Glancing over at the male, she unclasped her bra with one hand and shimmied out of her panties with the other. Much to his dismay, she was unintentionally blocking the door - not allowing any sort of exit. Aside from that, the potent jasmine mix of her foam bubbles always managed to get her to relax, and she was glad that there was at least some remnants left.

Stepping forwards, she pretended as if her ex lover wasn’t actually standing by her side right now. He wasn’t shirtless, no. He wasn’t there. But he was. “What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Lifting one leg, she stepped into the bath and peered up at him through her long lashes before settling inside of the warm water completely. It felt divine. With a sigh, she fluttered her eyelashes to a close and leaned her head back - hoping to get lost in her own world for the time being. Kind of.

[ashton--collins-blog]

“yeah, no problem.”ashtons voice fading to a whisper as he drew his eyes to her, watching as she undressed herself without hesitation. he knew he should’ve looked away, diverted his attention with something or just left. but he stayed watching her whilst drawing heavy breaths, eyes trained on the tan body that he had memorized so many times. when she reached for her bra clasp he knew it was to time to leave, but she was standing directly in front of his only exit and unmoving at that. trying to remain collected when her underwear dropped to the tiled floor, eyes following the movement. training his eyes on the bra splayed on the floor in an effort to control himself but it was no help, finding himself unable to form words so he could ask what the fuck she was doing.

everything about her pulled him in, her sultry hazel eyes, perfectly pouted lips, long tan legs, the fire in her that made him angry and in love all at once, her raspy melodic voice that used to moan his name for hours. there was nothing more then he wanted right now then to take her upstairs to their queen sized bed and make up for all the time that they had lost. maybe if he kissed her body enough times she would forget the last few months and the absence of him. 

 ashton remained firm in his stance when she moved closer, though the urge to reach out and grab her became overwhelming. clenching his fists till they were white to stop what he desperately wanted, her hazel eyes piercing through him before disappearing. her statement passing by him completely as he faltered for words. the doorway was clear now but he still stood there trying to process what had just happened, hearing her sigh made him snap out of it almost instantly. 

“jesus lilah.” ash said lightheartedly his anger slightly fading, he had seen it all before to be fair but it still affected him as if it were the first time. “so i can strip down entirely too and youll be cool?” he retorted somewhat jokingly with her trying to have somewhat of a normal conversation. the only clothing remaining on ashton was his gym shorts but there was no chance those were coming off. his russet brown hues began drifting away as he came to the realization she was still naked and this was supposed to be weird but it felt as natural as ever. “i’ll leave you to it then.” he spoke hand going to rest at the back of his neck, shooting her a gentle smile but his eyes holding clear and dominant lust. straightening up from leaning against the wall and beginning to exit the bathroom, footsteps echoing around them. pining for another beer in hopes to cool him off. 

[delilah-lafontaine]

Delilah hadn’t heard the other mumble and snatch a beer, her beer, from the fridge — and she definitely didn’t hear him walk over to the living room. She was lost in her thoughts, the music, and the fruity mixture of the wine that heightened her senses and made her feel almost blissful. Sadly, that said blissfulness always lasted for oh-so-long. She knew that in no time everything would crash around her, as per usual; and it did.

The music had suddenly died down and now there was a body standing before her. Her expression twisted into one of sheer annoyance, her hand waving as a signal for him to step aside. So much for trying to play nice. “Do you mind?” She snapped, only to let out a sigh as she placed the bottle down onto the coffee table; her dancing also coming to an end at once. “Yes, Dad, I’m feeling so much better now.” She retorted, practically glowering at the other as she spoke.

However, she couldn’t help but notice the muscles that bulged out as the male crossed his arms in such a manner. The lights nearby made his hazel orbs shine; and she could have swore her stomach was doing somersaults. Even worse, her breath was caught in her throat and she found herself looking from his muscled arm to his eyes to his lips and back up. It had to be the wine. She shouldn’t have been observing her once lover in this way. He broke her. Ruined her, even. Why did she still feel the magnetic pull? Why did she till want his hands and lips to soothe her? She wanted to be in his arms - his big hand gently pushing her hair back. She wanted him to scowl and go on a big spiel of how she’d get alcohol poisoning if she kept drinking like a truck driver. It hurt to think of the past.

“Can you just move aside?” She stated exasperatedly; taking a step forward and attempting to reach behind Ashton so she could turn the music back on. Although, once her chest pressed against his arm as she did so; she quickly stepped back as if she had touched fire. “Look, okay, fine. I’ll stop. Just… can you go run the bath for me or something?” She asked as she diverted her gaze before returning it to his, crossing her arms firmly beneath her bust. It had gone over her head completely that that was something he always used to do for her when she was about to drink herself into oblivion. It helped her relax; and she was merely hoping that he’d leave her to her lonesome again so this very familiar fluttery feeling could go away.

[ashton--collins-blog]

ashton had to stifle a laugh at her response, instead just watching her carefully as she played out her dramatics. noticing when her eyes drifted to his biceps then to his lips and away, ‘why is she doing that?’ he thought quickly in an attempt to not show he had picked up on it. eyes flickering to the bottle of girly wine on the table, a soft smile coming to him as he relaxed slightly. “of course” he mumbled over the slight hum of music as they studied each other, him knowing that she was usually quite ‘physical’ when tipsy. the thought of her actually wanting him aside from the liqour made his head spin slightly. ashton needed to focus if one of them were to break, silently hoping that it wouldn’t be him.  

“you can’t just pretend i’m not here delilah.” he said when she tried to push past him to reach the volume, the fruity scent of her perfume brushing past him as well. when she jumped back his arms tensed.. as if he wanted to pull her back but restrained himself to do so. strawberries and wildflowers, the scent was entrancing and he unwillingly wanted more. suddenly caught off guard by her request. “i guess i could.” he said cocking an eyebrow at her curiously, the idea of her being in the bath whilst he was 10 feet away was... a lot. but if it meant he could possibly get on her good side it was worth it. “but we’re talking after whether you want to or not.” he demanded before leaving her to start the bath in the next room. 

sticking his hand under the running water to make sure it wasn’t too hot to the touch, deciding it was a satisfactory warm before leaving it to fill up. the action one he had done many times when they first started dating, it was the only thing that would make her come down from whatever intoxication she had or wanted. and something she consequentially loved to do much to his luck. searching under the sink for some remnants of foam bubbles, only finding one with just drips left but deciding it was satisfactory. 

“it’s ready.” he shouted out to her as he reached for the tap to shut it off, a bottle of shampoo falling in at the slip of his hand ended up splashing all over his shirt. quickly ringing his hand through the warm water before setting the pink bottle back in its place, whipping his plain tee off without a second thought as he dried his soaked arm. “delilah?” he shouted out again turning around to face the entrance of the bathroom. 

[delilah-lafontaine]

“It’s not? Because, to me, it seems like you’re trying to be just as fucking controlling as always!” Delilah snapped, shooting up from her spot on the couch. Her fists bundled up by her sides; her expression mirroring what should be hatred but was instead complete and utter hurt. Although, that was easily masked by her anger. “Try? Try? I have to pretend to be nice for you now, too? Fuck. You.” She hissed. Anger was all she knew. She didn’t know how to cope. Then again, she didn’t know how to do anything anymore. He was back and she was torn apart at the seams.

She truly wanted to believe that they were nothing and he definitely was nothing — but it was such a lie and she hated it. And then he seemed to give up all over again. He wouldn’t even try to calm her down. Who was she kidding? He was the one who abandoned her in the first place. “I’m not incapable of it. I’m just not going to pretend like everything is perfectly okay when I don’t even want to look at your face!” More venom spewed past her lips; and she knew she was trying everything she could to hurt him. “Oh, right, you didn’t. It’s not entirely your fault. Let’s just switch the blame on me. Newflash, Ashton, I would have never ditched you like you did with me. But, honestly? I’m glad you did. I’m glad you made one correct decision in your life and saved me the trouble of dealing with you further. You know, up until now.” Her tone dropped into one that was completely stoic. Her throat was sore and it felt like there was shattered glass within her chest. Everything hurt. His words only added to that pain.

As he turned around and stormed off in the opposite direction; she ran both palms through her hair and stomped her foot on the ground - a loud groan of frustration escaping her. She had to blink back her burning tears at this point, her fists aching to bash into something. Anything. She needed to cool off, and of course the male decided to snatch the shower that would have done exactly that. So, she settled on making her way to the kitchen and rummaging in the fridge for any sorts of alcohol. There wasn’t any, seeing as she had downed the remainders prior to his arrival. With a shake of her head, she snatched her keys and stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind her; bounding towards her car and getting inside.

Speeding off in the direction of the liquor store, she didn’t hesitate to drive as fast as she pleased - uncaring of the consequences. She was messy and reckless and unbelievably dark and twisty. In no time, she arrived at her destination and grabbed whatever she pleased. Whether it was whiskey or a twelve pack of beer, she went for it. With out any words, she purchased what she needed and was out in a flash - unclasping a beer and downing it as she drove. It’d take a very long while until she’d be able to get any sort of a buzz, but she was willing to try. 

Arriving back at the house possibly thirty or so minutes later, she grasped onto her bags and managed to open and close the door; wordlessly placing her drinks atop of the kitchen counter. Everything was quiet and she didn’t care to look around for the man - no, the boy - who ruined her. He could do whatever he wanted and she’d focus on herself. That was it. There was no need to fight. Or, rather, she’d do what he wanted and ‘play’ nice for his sake. It’d be easier until he left. Except, no, it wouldn’t. She didn’t know what else to do. So, for the time being, she chugged back a bottle of wine and blasted some music on the radio; choosing to sway her hips and dance no matter how loud she was possibly being. Now she could finally attempt to let loose and calm down. It was her house, after all.

[ashton--collins-blog]

ashton stepped out of the shower refreshed and slightly less irritated then before, it was eerily quiet in the loft. normally when he did this there was always a buzz of delilah around, wether she was frazzled or not it was a constant to hear her patter of steps. the place just felt empty without it, shaking his head at the ridiculous thoughts entering his mind. he had left this behind and ash needed to remind himself of that, it was merely a transaction that needed to be finish. the loft they went all in on together after their 2 year anniversary after already living together beforehand to save money on rent. but dating was all a bonus and having her to himself was something he never thought could make him so happy. he shut his eyes quickly in a desperate attempt to change his thinking, it hurt too much to let these thoughts run through his head.

instead running a towel over his damp hair, tying the white cloth around his waist after a quick look in the mirror. ‘You look nice.’ he remembered her words and it stifled him for a moment. He hadn’t changed much physically, having lost some weight initially at the lack of sleeping and eating. all symptoms of a break up, especially one so painful, one that mattered to him for the first time. ashton had done some landscaping before the trip up here, needing extra money to cover the gas. the white furnished and brick walled bathroom was on the first floor, so when he heard the door to the apartment opening and closing he knew that she had just gotten back. the clanking of bottles on the kitchen counter told him what from as he put his toothbrush and paste away into the cupboard. the blasting of house music was heard next when ashton shrugged on a pair of black gym shorts he pulled from his bag. 

taking a shaky breath before opening up the door, his demeanour changing instantaneously to one of shock. there she was bottle of wine in hand dancing around the living room, shimmying her hips to the beat of the music. he looked away as if having walked in on something he wasn’t supposed to see, the lust was too much to take. he knew what would happen if he watched her too long, as it was how he met her initially. he fell for her in seconds across a room at a friends party, whilst she danced around a living room looking so beautifully carefree. she was a daydream in his eyes once, now a taunting nightmare, thats what he tried to tell himself anyway...

he was bewildered at how she could place all the blame on him, it was much more difficult then what she perceived obviously. leaving delilah was the hardest thing ashton had ever faced, one that he never thought would happen. but it got all too complicated, everything was blurred at that time. the thought of her was painstaking at one point but it faded eventually, not because he had gotten over it but he had simply learned how to not remember. but here they were again, everything he had forgotten pushed to the front and centre of his mind. ‘fuck it.’ he mumbled before walking to the fridge, reaching in for a beer and cracking it open within seconds. the cool beer trickling down his throat rather hurriedly, unable to take the constant back and forth of his thoughts now. 

hooping it into the trash can and walking over to their stereo system, turning the notch down slightly and placing himself before it so she couldn’t do a thing about it. “i take it you’re feeling better now.” he said to her in a confused tone, crossing his arms over his chest, in turn making all of his muscles bulge out slightly.  

[delilah-lafontaine]

“Good, you should be.” Delilah retorted a bit too quickly - tugging her lower lip beneath her pearly whites with out another thought. Sometimes she could stow the urge she felt to do so when she lied; but right now? She was trying too hard to seem sincere. Although, as a teasing statement was thrown her way - one all too familiar and similar to what he’d do when they were together; she couldn’t help but shake her head and smile as her gaze drifted away. It was an ironic smile, really. She was angry - and, most of all, hurt that he could still easily identify all of her quirks.

She didn’t hate him, no. Not even close. She still loved him and always would. What it was is that she didn’t trust him. Not anymore. Things changed for real the day he upped and left her behind. How else was she supposed to react? He was the one and only man who managed to break all her walls down. He saw and knew the true her. Now? She was lost. She was numb. She didn’t know who she was or what she was doing… and she despised it. She despised not feeling secure and safe enough anymore.

“And why can’t I stay mad at you forever? I have to cut my shit and do what you want the second you step through those doors? Get over yourself,” She spat - fury raging behind bright hazel orbs. And here came the fight. The primary way she could even show her emotions - the emotions she managed to hide so well all over again. Now they’d crumble around her with ease… if she let them. “What am I supposed to talk to you about? Am I supposed to say my life has been going just as great as yours? Nope, sorry, that’s kind of fucking impossible when I’m stuck in this shit hole because I can’t afford to move anywhere else!” With a huff, she shot up from her spot on the couch. “There’s nothing to talk about, Ashton. You? Me? We’re nothing. You’ve been nothing since the moment you stepped out of those doors.”

Chuckling softly, she ran her hand through her dark brown locks - forcing herself to look at anything but him for the time being. She couldn’t break. Not yet. “Listen, I’m tired. If you want to find someone to talk to, go call your mom. I’m not here to be your friend or anything close to it.” Finally, her eyes leveled with his own. She wanted to hurt him as much as he heard her. It was the only way she could cope - especially as someone whom was so vengeful and self-destructive at once. “Just find something else to do before you really piss me off, Ash.”

[ashton--collins-blog]

“Oh come on, you know thats not what I mean.t” Throwing back his head exasperatedly, knowing he had flipped her switch already. “You could just try to play nice for once!” He threw back at her, knowing that was something she couldnt comprehend. Her words of how he left hitting him hard and fast, ‘nothing’ she repeated over to him. It would’ve hurt him more if he was unaware to how much it was really killing her. The instinct to reach out and comfort her was still raw, something he had never fought this much before. 

The feeling fading when he heard words laced with venom coming from her. A poisoned bite that left him nauseous for the rest of the evening most likely. She didn’t want anything to do with him and it drove him crazy much more then he thought it would. Ashton had come down with the intention to move on and leave her behind but the thought of her doing the same he wasn’t prepared for. Beginning to stand when her eyes levelled with his, knowing she needed to be left alone now. 

Seemingly unprepared for another bitchy remark, throwing him over the edge coincidentally when he had just decided to give up. “You know what, fuck this. I was trying to make being back here civil and maybe bearable but you’re obviously incapable of that.” The frazzled brown haired boy snapped, jumping out of the chair and swiping his bag a few feet in front of him. “And I didn’t walk out of those doors for nothing and you know that. You can tell me I’m the bad guy who broke your heart but we both know that’s bullshit. You broke mine too.” He shouted until the pain of his words made it hard to speak, shaking his head with a faulted smile.

Looking at her was different then it was 5 minutes ago, it was still the girl he loved  with the same green eyes, rosy lips and fiery personality. But they were so far away from that girl, the only change was now she ‘passionately’ hated him back. so Ash stormed off in the other direction, in desperate need of a shower and space to think. Just something to cool him off and most importantly to get away from her before he said things he couldn’t take back.

[delilah-lafontaine]

“Really.” Delilah confirmed, not exactly noticing the way his clothing was crumpled. It looked normal to her. Or maybe that was just because she was a crumpled mess for a long while, as well. His dead tired eyes, however, were a very distinct giveaway of how he must have truly felt. She could only imagine how agonizing such a long drive was. However, what pestered her further was the fact that she was thinking about it. Worrying about him, even. What an idiot. Rolling her eyes at her own stupidity - she soon caught his smile that was directed her way. She hated the way her heart fluttered immediately. Butterflies practically swarmed throughout her toned stomach - urging for a way through and into freedom. It sickened her; and she quickly looked elsewhere instead of returning a smile of her own. Surely, it made her heart ache, but she wasn’t about to fall for his tricks all over again… just like she wasn’t about to try her own.

Her gaze soon followed his movements as his back faced her. She intently watched the way he scoped out the apartment with his eyes after placing his bag down. What she didn’t expect was for him to whip around so quickly and face her with such an upbeat manner that made her want to hurl. “Huh. It was amazing,” She repeated, letting out a huff through her nose before shaking her head. That irritated her beyond belief. If only she could say the same - that working was a breeze after he had left and that college was the easiest thing around. It wasn’t. She lost her job and was struggling through her semester. Thankfully, just like him, she was on break. “That’s cool.” She muttered, pushing herself off of the brick pillar and taking a large gulp of her coffee; soon placing it on the nearby table afterwards. She didn’t want to hear of his new friends or about his mother whom she had so desperately missed.

Her thoughts did drift. She had a habit of doing that. She thought back to what he said; of how he was happy to be back home. She wasn’t sure if he meant that as in their apartment or if the sudden mention of his mom was a cover-up. Should she care? Nope. Pushing some of her nearly black locks over her shoulder, she made her way over to the couch and took a seat - gracefully crossing one leg over the other. “Yeah, well, we know how she is. It must be so exciting to have her little boy back,” And though she spoke with a hint of a smile; it was more taunting than anything. Mocking - as if she was purposely being sarcastic… and she was. She missed him. She missed the way things were. She wanted her back flushed against the couch she sat atop of whilst his much larger body encased her in his body heat and everything would lead into bliss. She shouldn’t have, yet she did. “College wa- is amazing for me, too, if you’re interested. I met some likable people, get invited to all the great parties, and I guess everything’s a breeze from then on.” She was such an impulsive liar, all the while. The way her contemptuous smile lingered only proved it further. It was accompanied by a raise of her perfectly sculpted brow — something she did very often when basking in her own ego and attempting to one-up another.

[ashton--collins-blog]

Ashton followed her as she walked to the couch, resting on the armchair near it wanting as much space possible. It made it easier for him to think, his face twisted at her words. Wanting to call her out on her half assed comment, it had been months but he still managed to see right through her. “I’m glad to hear it.” He said with a courteous nod, watching as she bit her lip a clear tip off. She was never one to tell lies, but he always watched her spit out little white lies to friends and foes. Biting her lip all the while. “It almost sounds believable.” Ashton knew better then to tease her, especially now but it was how he always got her to relax. The more formal they made it, the longer the break was going to feel.

 He didn’t want her hating him the entire time, it was already utterly uncomfortable now. But what was he to expect? She was just to forget his fuck up? Greet him with a friendly smile? That wasn’t Delilah and he knew that, she would dangle this over him until a fight would come about. The only way for her to communicate her feelings were through irritating him, still after the fight was done ending up in his arms each time. They levelled each other in a sickening sense, sickening because he had missed it terribly. Feeling so scattered the first month, everything felt 5x harder and it was overwhelming at times.

The feeling of sadness came at the thought that they had forgotten how to speak to each other. She had lost the trust in him, their relationship. “You can’t stay mad at me forever Delilah. Why not just cut the shit and actually talk to me?” He told her whilst shifting his eyes to reach hers, wanting to just talk to her and not this fake front. Wanting more then he’d like to admit it to just go over and kiss her till she forgot about the shittiness of the last few months. To feel her skin on his, laughing in his ear when his lips brushed somewhere that tickled, head cradling into his neck like always.

[delilah-lafontaine]

Delilah could have swore her body froze up as she heard the door creaked open. She didn’t think the feeling of dread would overwhelm her as quickly as it did. She wasn’t sure if she was too terrified to turn around for her own sake or too furious with herself that she couldn’t possibly look into the brown orbs she used to be desperately in love with. Used to be, right? Picking up her mug full of black coffee, she let it warm up her hands for a moment or two before her eyelids fluttered to a close so she could take a sip and gather her thoughts. ‘Hey’. Just a simple little ‘hey’. “Hey.” She finally spoke; her gaze slowly shifting to the side so she could glance over at him. He looked right back at her, yet her attention instead adverted to the clothes he adorned and eventually his hair. “You look nice.” She stated blandly - despite actually meaning it.

Turning around to face the other, she took a swig of her drink - appreciating the warmth that coursed down her throat. It had been months. They hadn’t spoken or looked at one another since that night. There was no more anything. They didn’t hug, they didn’t kiss, they didn’t stay up for hours doing the stupidest shit. No, they parted and he abandoned her for college and came right back once she was finally able to attempt to get over him. “So,” She gulped, gesturing around the apartment with her left hand. “It’s still the same old place, as you can see. I’m sure you’ll be right at home.” Now, that came out a lot more bitter than she intended prior. With a shake of her head, she leaned against one of the brick pillars that had a dark curtain enlaced around it. “How was college?” She questioned - truly wishing she didn’t. Then again, she couldn’t stand awkward silences that would most likely grow between them within due time. If she had to force small conversations, she’d do so for her own sake.

[ashton--collins-blog]

“Really?” Ashton asked disbelievingly looking down at himself and his crumpled clothing due to the last 10 hours driving aswell the no doubt tired eyes. He paused when she turned around, feeling like his heart was gonna stop. Rosy lips were what he saw first but that was no surprise to him, green eyes were the next and the smile on his scruffy face grew without him noticing. Lilah used to give him that look when he had fucked up entirely, it faltered when he realized now was not time to talk about the old days. this wasn't his childhood friend, this was his everything at one point and now it’s nothing. ashton couldn’t figure out how to act, though her anger wasn’t hard to figure out. He hadn’t been able to control his own the last time he saw her, or the weeks after. 

“Will do.” He responded lowly at her warm welcome, putting his bag on the ground. Eyes scanning the place again in almost disbelief, he’d pictured coming back so many times. Practiced what he would say to persuade her to take him back, the words they exchanged the last time pulling him out of his pipe dream every time. Circling around to face her again, “It was amazing.” It was hard. “Met some pretty rad people.” I missed you. “I’m just happy to get to come home.” Ashton rambled on trying to think of things to say that weren’t anything to do with her, slipping on the last part and quickly adding. “My moms called me like 5 times already and I’ve been in this state for an hour. ”He said trying to lighten the mood, his moms excitement being a sort of safety net in case things went awry here. 

[delilah-lafontaine]

Delilah paced the space of their – no, her, loft. Even if Ashton still had the lease on it with her; it fully belonged to her as of now. Not for much longer, but it was her only piece of space that would be tainted by him all over again. She already had to deal with the painful day-by-day memories he left behind after their one fight. It had been months, but only recently was she able to toss some of his tings out in an attempt to move on Only, she was a fool whom quickly rushed out and scattered his things back inside. A lovesick fool.

With a mixture of a loud sigh and a groan, she smashed her clenched fist to the brick walling that loomed by her side. Not enough to hurt herself, of course. She wasn’t nearly that self-destructive anymore. Angered, yes. Bitter, yes. Hurt, yes. But was she going to grovel? No. He’d stay for awhile and things would go right back to normal, she was sure of it. Clenching her jaw, she dropped her arm to her side and swiveled around to face the door that he’d be heading through with out no time. She actually wondered if he still had a key or if he’d have to knock and let himself in like a friend… or worse, a stranger. He felt like the latter. 

Walking over to the door, she unlocked it from the top and made her way towards the kitchen. She’d come off casual. There was no way she was waiting for him or wanting to see his face as he strode into what they both owned. So, she focused on making herself some black coffee; because, honestly, this was the next best thing compared to getting absolutely trashed… and she wasn’t about to let him see her in such shape after all this time.

[ashton--collins-blog]

Ashton paused outside the steps of their apartment complex, hand tightening on the backpack he carried. The feeling of dreaded nostalgia overcame him, thinking of when they had just bought the place and made out in the hallway for what felt like ever. neither of them caring about the new apartment 6 floors up, too wrapped up in one another. the familiar pang hitting him whenever she flashed in his mind. It had been awhile, ashton keeping busy was the only thing that kept him sane. trying to distract himself from the hurt, the hurt that was past the front door. the hurt that’d be surrounding him for the next month or so. 

Pushing open the door to the stairs was hard, the dread started to fill him and it followed up the staircase too. finding the red door staring at him too soon, reaching for the handle absently and stepping in the dim lit apartment. searching the room unsure only to spot her in the kitchen. wide brown eyes zoning in on her, lilahs black hair still curled the same way, the sweet scent of her pulling him in. “Hey.” he spoke aloud sounding almost dazed, throwing his foot back to kick the door closed. Taking in the rest of their space, it looked as it always did just with a few additions. that made his head spin slightly, as did she. Eyes landing back on her in the next moment.

[ashton--collins-blog]

Delilah: Right — what I want doesn't matter. You're coming back either way, no?

Delilah: Mhm, we will.

Delilah: Well, thanks for the heads up. The house is the same way w- you left it, mostly.

Ashton: Yeah you're right.

Ashton: Oh.*clears throat*

Ashton: Yup alright, well, I'll see you then.

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Delilah: *phone rings, she picks it up after momentary hesitation*

Delilah: No, clearly not.

Delilah: *huffs* Are you sure? I honestly couldn't tell.

Ashton:Right. I'm coming back for the break, wether you want me to or not.

Ashton:We'll sort out the lease then I guess.

Ashton: I'll be there in 2 days. I just wanted to give you a heads up.

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Ashton:*ringing*

Ashton:Lilah? You there?

Ashton: *sighs* It's Ashton

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orena already enjoyed the feel of his hands against her waist; her hips slowly meeting his in a slow rocking motion. she could feel his hard on pressing against her and it added to her excitement. she could feel the very distinct ache between her legs and it didn’t help that her shorts barely had any material that covered her sensitive core. as his lips met hers in a heated, hungry kiss - she let out an appreciative moan and returned the kiss; her tongue meeting his and entangling. she lifted her hands and helped him unbutton her sheer shirt - whimpering as she felt the hold he had on her hair. “feisty, huh?” she prodded mockingly, gasping sharply as he tugged at her hair and forced her head back. a throaty moan bubbled past her lips; her head tilted back for easier access. “mmm, fuck,” she exhaled, shuddering as the slight bite marks were made. she felt as if her skin was going aflame and he was purposely moving so agonizingly slow to fuck with her. she couldn’t stand it - but she adored it all the same. brushing her lips over his once more, she smirked right back upon hearing his whisper. “if you didn’t fuck me right now, i’m positive i’d take matters into my own hands,” she rebutted, trailing her tongue over his upper lip once he bit her lower. helping him remove his tee, she slammed her lips back against his in the hungry, passionate kiss that drove her absolutely mad; her nails raking down his back and her bare chest to his. “you know,” she breathed out, sneaking her hand in between them so she could unbutton his jeans. “i’ve never fucked an older guy before,” a sultry chuckle slipped past her lips - a moan following as she slid her hand beneath his jeans and over his length through his boxers. “not even in a car..” she trailed off, raking her teeth over his lower lip. her free hand moved over the back of his neck and through his curly locks - giving them a sharp tug. “… and i have a feeling you might not be one who disappoints.” 

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wiliam smirked at her words both of them knowing how true they were from her obvious want of him. the feeling of her nails dragging across his skin completely tantalizing, barely being able to concentrate on her words as his mouth moved with hers. her confession making him pay attention to what she was trying to do, lips hovering on hers when she palmed him through his boxers earning a husky groan from him. everything she was saying making him want to fuck her until she was screaming his name. leaning further into her when her teeth grazed his lip, grinning and licking his bottom lip when she tugged at his hair. “you are clever then.” he said agreeing with her and snaking his hand down to grip her ass through her shorts. “wanna test your theory?” he asked with a sinister smirk, lifting his hips to press further into her hand. pulling at the lever on the side of his seat in a quick motion, the leather seat falling back behind him. taking a firm hold of her before spinning them around so she was under him, hands going to her jean shorts that were practically skin tight. beginning to undo the belt and sliding it off with ease, moving to the buttons that kept slipping under his grasp.  “either you get these shorts off now or i rip them off you.” he informed her in a huff of anger, lifting himself up to rest on his knees at the edge of the seat so she could get more room. car sex thought incredibly fucking hot was a nightmare when it came to removing clothes he found. he didn’t have the patience to deal with it right now as all he could focus on was the slight moans she emitted and his raging hard on. eyes roaming her body now that he had no want to hide his lust for her and could fully appreciate the beautiful blonde laying before him. 

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lorena didn’t bother to reply to his angry statement - her gaze sweeping over his face as he groaned. wetting her lips with her tongue, she continued her motions - not even noticing the way he impulsively swerved. she was focusing on him and only him. nonetheless, she pulled her hand back - only to gasp as he grabbed her hand. finally. looking into his eyes, she observed his dark orbs and parted her lips slowly. she was incredibly confident, yes; but it was much different when he was this close and staring at her with nothing but lust and his hand on the side of her neck. she leaned her head against his hand, cracking a knowing smirk upon hearing his next words. “break them.” she advised, leaning closer to him instinctively. the fact that he even said that she was too tempting added to her hint of an ego - a smooth chuckle slipping past her lips. as he ran his thumb down her neck and over her silky, sun-kissed skin; she leaned her head back and released a pleased sigh. goosebumps were lining her skin, her free hand falling against his chest. pushing him back, she swept her leg up and over his lap, straddling him. she sat atop of him, yanking her hand out of his grasp and placing the both of her hands on his cheeks. “i’m impatient, selfish, and i never give up,” she breathed out, pressing her hips down against his. “i could make you feel so fucking good, if you let me.” she stated blatantly, bringing her face closer to his; her lips brushing over his cheek and close to the corner of his mouth.

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william watched her lustfully when she sighed from his touch, falling back when pushed and letting her do what she wanted without hesitation. hands grasping at her waist instinctively when she straddled him, pushing her nearer to him in a need to have her as close as possible. will inhaled sharply when she pressed down on him, his hard on now pressing against the inside of her thigh. lorenas statement turning him on beyond belief, feeling his heart start to rack against his chest when her lips pressed on his skin. turning his head in the next instant, not being able to hold himself back anymore. pressing his lips roughly onto hers in a hungry kiss, a hand tangling in her hair as the other began to slowly unbutton her sheer blouse. tongue running over her bottom lip before darting into her mouth, moulding his mouth against hers in a hungry desperation the taste of her intoxicating and addictive. beginning to tug apart the now unbuttoned blouse before pulling on her hair, ripping her from his lips and exposing her throat to him instantly. not waiting a second before latching his lips on to her sun-kissed skin, leaving slight bite marks as he moved down to the exposed skin above her bra. leaning her back against the steering wheel all the while wanting to take his time with his mouth and her body. hands pulling the thin fabric the rest of the way off. he then began ghosting his lips over her chest and back to her own whilst slowly releasing the grip he held on her hair, instead going to tangle into it.“if you think i could possibly not fuck you now then you’re not as clever as i thought.” he whispered against her lips, smirking slightly when he reached to run his finger underneath the thin bra strap on her shoulder. tugging it down to the side as he bit down lightly on her bottom lip, pulling it slightly before releasing, his lips immediately finding hers again. reaching to tug his thin white tee over his head, throwing it in the back once off and pressing his bare skin to hers. 

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“they have classes for that. anger management,” lorena quickly cut in, finding humor in his statement. he only spoke what she already knew yet seemed hesitant towards the end. she wondered why. watching the scenery pass, she pressed her lips together and thought about his honest question for a moment. she didn’t exactly know what he meant. “it was never a game in the first place. didn’t i tell you i’m not a child? there’s no rules. none.” she replied, noting his sudden change in tone. it made chills rush over her sun-kissed body; a shaky breath slipping past her scarlet lips. slowly, she ran her hand up and down his upper thigh, only to edge her fingers closer to the front of his jeans. “and you have yet to enjoy playing with me.” she stated pointedly, turning her head to face his direction as she rubbed at his bulge through the fabric at an agonizingly slow pace. “a woman will only chase for so long, mr. pierce,” his name rolled off of her tongue - her bright orbs flaring in excitement. “should i stop? is that what you want?” her tone twisted into one that was alluring and wanting - her hand giving his bulge a squeeze before gradually sliding upwards and under his shirt; fingers attentively brushing over his treasure trail. she wasn’t playing innocent anymore; and the lust in her eyes proved it. her switch in tone was yet another giveaway. what she would do is continue to tease him further.  “… mmm, maybe.” she murmured through her smirk, beginning to move her hand away from him completely unless stopped. 

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“there’s no rules for you, theres rules for me lorena and we don’t have a choice in that-i-i dont have a choice in that.” will urged in a fluster of anger, unable to help himself at the thought. he was the one that would have consequences, wether it was mutual or not would’t matter in a court of law or his profession. letting out an unexpected groan when her hand skimmed past his shaft, his head full of brown curls falling back slightly as he closed his eyes in pleasure. still remaining stalled at the red light but in complete oblivion, eyes opening the next instant when her hand trailed up his shirt. impulsively swerving into the right lane and the closest neighborhood, trying to mantain his patience as he sped through the next corner. turning on a dead end sign at the same moment she traced over his trail making his stomach muscles tense under her touch. the car coming to a complete stop when she began to pull away from him, grabbing her hand the second she began to move away and halting her movements without a second thought. turning to face her with a dark desire clear in his eyes, lust taking complete control when he reached out for her neck, thumb tracing down her jaw slowly. “you should know i still want to break every single fucking one.” he stated huskily knowing he needed to give in to her, blocking everything out but just them in the car made it easier. “you’re too tempting for your own good.” he breathed out after a few heated seconds, leaning closer to her as his thumb started to trace down her neck then further to the top of her blouse. lining the bare of her skin and slight patch of lace. watching where he traced completely transfixed by the soft fair skin and beauty marks that scattered her chest. looking up at her when a few seconds passed. 

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lorena nodded her head knowingly, sensing his growing anger. she actually wondered if any of this was worth it. as he shot down her answer, she adverted her gaze and fixed the chair - sitting up straight the very moment he snapped at her. adjusting her position, she crossed one leg over the other and pursed her lips. “you’re angry.” she pointed out the obvious, turning her head to face him. “fourty-two parker drive.” she finally stated, switching her gaze to the window by her side. maybe she was wrong and he wasn’t as easy to break. he was struggling and wouldn’t let go just yet. “you know, you’re not making this ‘game’ very fair…” tiptoeing her fingers to the side, she slid her hand up and onto his thigh; giving it a squeeze. however, she wasn’t looking as she did; her teeth raking over her lower lip “.. or fun.”

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“yes im angry, do you know how hard it is to restrain myself like this lorena? when you keep-” will admitted to her in a harsh tone, able to admit the want he felt for her when they were in total privacy. stopping himself at the end as he didn’t want to make her feel bad for how she was acting when he knew he was insinuating it. he had planned to forget whatever had transpired between them after yesterday but fate obviously had other plans. taking a right at the next set of lights to head back in her direction. “what if it’s not a game for me?” he told her honestly, it may have started out so but reason had won over him rather quickly. she was the one playing now and he was merely trying to figure out if it was worth it. knuckles beginning to turn white when he felt her hand slip on top of his thigh. his face holding the same composure as her as he stared straight ahead at the road. pretending as if he didn’t feel the pressure on his thigh. “and yet you still seem to be enjoying playing it.” he responded in a hoarse tone choosing to let her hand remain where it was in a lack of wanting to fight her anymore. not necessarily giving in but lacking the will to keep turning her away when he wanted to do the opposite.

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lorena chuckled, shaking her head. “you helped me by looking at the front of my far for a good minute? oh yeah, great help.” she rebutted - watching him closely as he finally gave in and walked to his side of the car. she caught the way his eyes drifted with hers and knew she was coming close. opening the passenger door, she sat down and made herself comfortable - adjusting the seat and making it recline slightly. “thanks, by the way. i appreciate it.” she began, not yet replying to him as she stretched out her body and let out a yawn. “where’s what? my house? nearby in the neighborhood.” she finally replied, turning her head to look at him. she knew she was being difficult and wondered just how he’d react. “what about your place?” she questioned, leaning her head back and mindlessly toying with the end of her shirt.

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william looked at her with an annoyed expression as she ignored his comment, not bothering to reply to her thanks as he hadn’t really offered. “im gonna need more to go off then just ‘nearby’.” will said pointedly to her wanting her to cut the shit already. he had been driving back from releasing his pent up anger at the gym when he saw her and already he was feeling like he needed to go again. his grip on the wheel tightening at her next words, was she really going to keep teasing him like this? “not an option.” he said trying to cut off whatever she would say next, running a hand through his hair trying to calm his nerves. the dense trees whizzed by them as they drove on the empty road, will didn’t even know if he was going the right way. why she had to be so difficult about it he knew was purely for her amusement but it was driving him mad. he could feel himself wanting to give into her, but his head was screaming at him not to. “for fuck sake just tell me where to go lorena.” he said voice levelled but words harsh, pressing down on the gas when the light before them changed to green. 

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lorena grew bored by the talk of cars rather quickly - tuning out at least half of what he had said. however, it was hot to listen to him ramble on about each and every problem knowingly. plus, since she knew that the car wouldn’t be broken and merely towed; she felt just fine. watching as he closed the hood of her car, she let out another sigh and looked around. she had no one to tow her car and would just ask her brothers for help later. her phone was dead, too. hearing his question, she followed after him; uncrossing her arms. “yeah, you.” she replied matter-of-factly, walking past him and leaning her hip against the passenger side of his car; her arm against the roof. “my phone’s dead and i can’t just walk home. isn’t it apart of your ‘code of ethics’ to help a girl in need? a ‘student’, especially?” she mocked, feeling her lips tug upwards into a smirk. shifting in her spot, she pressed her thighs together and glanced down at the front of her top, remembering that she had unbuttoned the first few buttons. her black lace bra was in full view beneath the sheer fabric. whoops. “please, mr. pierce? do me one little favor.” she prodded, shooting a closed-lipped, innocent smile his way.

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william inhaled deeply trying to control his composure, staying silent as she went at different angles to get a ride home from him, truthful or not. “i did help and you’re not my student as of right now.” he responded in a a flat tone, not wanting to play into her games at the moment. for someone who knew so much of his ‘code of ethics’ she seemed dead against him not following it. blue eyes following where her gaze dropped to the place he had been avoiding this entire time. instantly tensing at the sight of her sheer shirt and lacy bra underneath, the scenarios of what he wanted to do in that moment invading his thoughts. walking to the opposite side of the car he snapped “just get in.” to her before doing the same. wanting to get away from this heavenly nightmare he was in as fast as possible, needing to take a cold shower or something to get relief. “where is it?” he asked trying to keep his cool, his harsh grip on the wheel giving away the silent war he was battling.

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lorena crossed her arms beneath her bust after waving away the smoke - surveying the damage she actually had no clue about. if only her brothers were with her. however, she soon saw a car stop behind her own - and a familiar figure approached her. wow, things were definitely in her favor in one way or another. “it stopped,” she replied, hating how dumb that answer came out - but it was true. she had no clue about anything car related. looking over at mr. pierce, she gave him a very blatant once-over before returning her gaze down towards the engine. “i don’t know what an alternator is.” taking a step forward, she raked her teeth over her lower lip in a hint of irritation. how was she supposed to pay for this or fix it. “is it broken? i don’t get this shit.” she said, looking at him.

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will stepped away from the car trying to take a breather from the smoke, pointing towards the underneath of the engine. “it’s apart of the engine, powers the electricity and your battery.” he informed her surprised slightly that she owned such an old car but didn’t know much on going about fixing it. glancing at her he noticed how she bit down on her lips and furrowed her bros, seeing her look not so sure made him soften slightly. “no, no it’s just overheated.” he told her in an assuring tone, craning his head to get a better glimpse at it. latching his eyes on to the centre of it where the belt seemed to be missing. “the belt broke off.” he stated once seeing the source of the problem, turning to look at her to see if she understood. “it probably broke off a while ago, the alternator runs for awhile by itself until it overheats and the battery runs dry.” he explained pointing to the small mist of smoke whilst reaching for the hood and bringing it down to a close. “jumpstarting the battery won’t do shit, you’ll need someone to come tow it. all that needs replacing is the belt so it’s not that bad.” he told her whilst clicking the hood shut by pressing down on it, most of his knowledge coming from working around his grandfathers shop as a kid. “you got a ride home?” he asked beginning to walk back to his car as he assumed that someone would come for her.  the fact that he already felt the urge to stay with her was unwelcomed, he had helped and now he would leave without complicating things any further.