distraction . distraction with benefits and memories , a common thread between them . when the town becomes too quiet and too small , too familiar to all those years ago , she finds him . and when papers litter his desk top , he lays her down atop of the work for a prettier view . petite brunette has always been a brick wall , but she has only grown into a strengthened fortress . no one gets in , except those damn brown eyes that held her at her worst , and that knew her before the nightmare . but never would she admit to seeking out comfort and it being only found in his arms . instead , she finds herself in his lap . her hips grinding in such familiar patterns while dainty hands rest on his cheek , and his shoulders . his name tumbles from her lips in silkened moans , head tilted back and her eyes closed shut . how he fills her , they're slanted together like a jigsaw puzzle . " fuck kel , fuck me . "