The Labcoat

Chrissie POV

My whole body was numb except I could still feel his body up against mine. I felt different dominating in this situation but I fucking loved it.

We found a room and shouted asking if there was anyone in there, but not waiting for a reply.

I wasnt in control for long, because he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his slender waist. Bunching my neon-paint soaked skirt to my waist, I then unzipped his pants revealing how I should be more dominant more often. He wasted no time and thrust up into me, making me sort of realize we did this literally hours ago before we went to sleep.

My head slammed up against the wall but I didnt feel anything, I could only feel him inside me.

"A-Andy!"

He grunted in response.

This was so much more different than before, this was just sex, not love, not passion, just plain, sex.

Sheet grabbing, back arching, chest heaving, just met, not-going-to-call-you-back, selfish, mindless sex. And I was a victim and a suspect of the crime.

I clench around him, his hips still finshing him off, sending me into a second climax.

He doesnt look up, but I do, stroking his chest, the paint melted off from sweat.


I loved him, I really did, but was this it?

We both walk over to the bed, and dont even look at each other, laying on opposite sides. I still felt weird not even holding him.

"I love you." I whisper, taking a chance.

Empty silence was thick in the room and rung in my ears.

Okay. Lead a girl on, break her heart, heal it, tell her you love her, fuck her, and break her heart again.

I got up and walked into the bathroom, pulling my skirt back down.

Sighing and locking the door, I sank to the floor, letting tears take me over.

Notes

Asshole.