I request number forty three (with extra angst please and thank you!)
43. “Are you leaving?” from here
Evidence of what they had done was obvious to anyone who would care to notice: strewn clothes and messy sheets, flushed skin branded by acts of passion, air thick and heavy with a musk so intoxicating…
Elizabeth froze, the muscles of her naked back tensing in a way that, unbeknownst to her, was dangerously enticing. Before Raymond could do anything about it, however, she hurriedly covered herself with the lacy bra he had personally removed from her with great pleasure, immediately followed by the dark blouse that was probably missing a button or two. He continued to watch, unamused, as she struggled to pull on her jeans, the sweat that had yet to cool making her hasty escape more difficult than she would’ve liked.
He wondered if she minded the slick between her legs.
With a loud sigh meant for her to hear, he got up from the bed and crossed to the door, waiting patiently for her to slip on her boots. Finally, dressed as she was when she’d first entered the room, she stood to leave.
“Red,” she whispered, throat bobbing as her eyes flicked over his bare body, “I have to go.”
The sounds of her moans still echoed in his ears, the marks of her nails still dented his flesh, the taste of her essence was still fresh on his tongue… though, he suspected that would ring true no matter the passage of time.
“Stay,” he said, almost nonchalant as he studied the natural blush on her cheeks, the silky hair he was responsible for tousling.
He pretended not to notice her flinch.
“And going back to him… isn’t?”
“Red.” Crossing her arms, she bit her swollen lip and blinked away the dew on her lashes. “Please.”
Although he had so much he wished to say, so much he wished to do—again and again, over and over—he did the only thing he was capable of doing in that moment.
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