Slightly Bruised and a Little Bit Used

I had been watching tv, and I was half asleep when a sharp knocking on my door startled me.

I slowly went to answer it, seeing a tired-looking Riley standing in front of me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. She looked preoccupied.

“Nothing,” she said hastily, stepping inside. I frowned, something was obviously upsetting her.

“Do you want to talk-”

“Are we doing this, or what?” she interrupted impatiently.

“Why do you automatically assume I want to have sex with you?” I asked, affronted. “What, we can’t talk or hang out without it leading to something?”

“Not tonight, I’m not in the mood,” she said, waving my concern and questions away.

“Not in the mood for what, Riley?” I asked, completely exasperated. “Because it seems like you’re always in the mood to sleep with me, but never in the mood to talk.”

“What is there to talk about?” she retorted. “Can you tell me what is so important that we must talk about, Shaant?”

I stared at her, wanting to say something.

Instead, I shook my head and turned to walk down the hall to my bedroom.

I was getting a little tired of these meaningless nights.

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She actually stayed in the morning without giving me the slightest explanation.

I didn’t question her, of course. I got the feeling she was avoiding something at the apartment.

She looked deep in thought this morning, and I didn’t want to nosily intrude, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder what going through her mind.

I remembered I had to pick up something by Tom’s, and I left her, saying I’d be back in about an hour.

She wasn’t there when I came back, making me want to rip my hair out in confusion.

Instead, I retreated to the living room and tried not to think about her. Of course, this was nearly impossible and I couldn’t find the tiniest bit of concentration needed to watch reality tv.

I heard a knock on my door.

I got up to answer it, eager for the interruption.

“I had work,” she explained, as I let her in. I raised my eyebrows.

She was wearing my shirt.

I shook it off.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. She nodded and we headed into the kitchen.

We ate pizza from my oven silently.

The temptation to question her was overwhelming, but she seemed to like the quiet, so I kept my mouth shut and studied her instead.

She looked thoughtful.

I didn’t blame her for wanting to get away from her apartment.

Charli and Jeff together could be a handful.

Sometimes Jeff by himself annoys the crap out of me.

We headed to my bedroom after dinner in silence.

But if she wasn’t going to talk to me, then we were going to do this my way.

I laid down on the bed, pulling her on top of me. She leaned down to kiss me, burying her fingers in my hair. I ran my fingers along the hem of her shirt before pulling it off, and she eagerly ripped mine off as well. She kicked off her jeans as soon as I unbuttoned them.

She trailed kisses along the hem of my boxers, and I couldn’t help but moan. She was getting the control back. She slowly kissed back up my stomach and chest, and I took the opportunity to roll us over.

I kissed along her perfect jaw line softly, not quite as ready as she was to get this started.

She hungrily kissed me when I reached her mouth. I made my way back down her throat, all the way down to her stomach. I felt her gasp and shiver before I went back to her mouth again, kissing all around her lips until she finally smashed her lips against mine, hands on either sides of my face.

I pushed myself inside her slowly, making her emit a low moan.

I took my time, relishing her every moan and sigh.

“Faster,” she panted. “Shaant!” I ignored her pleas, continuing my slow thrusts and soft kisses.

She moaned again, more in frustration than anything else.

“Shaant!” she complained. She began arching her back and pushing her hips against mine when the complaining didn’t work.

I didn’t care.

She wasn’t in control anymore.

I increased my pace a little at a time until we were done, knowing that I was slowly driving her insane.

“Riley,” I whispered, rolling over to face her, still breathing heavily.

“Hmm?” she sighed back tiredly. I scooted closer to her face.

This. Was. It.

“I love you,” I murmured, leaning over to kiss her just below her ear. I pulled her into my arms; it felt so amazing to finally have her know how I really felt.

I felt her tense against me.

“Ri? Did you hear me?” I asked softly. My blood pounded in my ears. Something was wrong.

“I…” she began. “I don’t love you. I have to go.” She pulled away from my arms, jumping out of my bed and jamming her clothes back on crookedly.

I sat up, watching in disbelief. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

“Riley,” I said. She ignored me, grabbing her shoes before running out the door.

“Riley!” I shouted after her.

I yanked my clothes on as well, fully intending to follow her.

I was held up for a few minutes as I searched for my car keys and I heard her car start.

Her car had just pulled away as I stepped outside, but I wasn’t giving up so easily.

I gave her a few minutes head start before jamming my keys in the ignition.