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fewwawifwiends · 2 years

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and they were roommates!!!

what follows is a story that gradually builds to absolute filth - read at your own discretion

trigger warning: alcohol and substance abuse (le oueed) for recreational purposes -no angst involved

word count: 13,085 (could this have been split to chapters? yes. could it have also been proofread? also yes. could it have a beta? it should have a beta. but none of these things happened and here we are)

it was 8 o’clock but it was late. for him anyway, it had been such a long day and to be honest, an excruciatingly long season so far, and he was only half way through. he had a lead over charles, sure, but it wasn’t a comfortable one, and after hungary, nothing seemed comfortable except perhaps the thought of his own bed to just lie in. the anticipation to reach it was killing him as he made his way up to his apartment, only for his hopes and dreams to be entirely crushed.

instead of his cats waiting for him at the door in an otherwise quiet home, he could hear music through the walls as he entered his key in the door. who the fuck was in his apartment? too tired to be alert for a dangerous intruder, max was just extremely irritated, nothing more, nothing less. not even curious as to who the person inside was. for all he knew, it was daniel trying to cheer him up. but that wasn’t daniel’s off key singing he could hear. it didn’t really matter though. all that mattered was getting this party out of his place and literally anywhere else but those four walls.

with a deep sigh, he opened the door and saw her.

her face was familiar, not one he could place. not that he bothered himself too much with that.

“who the fuck are you?” he spoke over the music.

“oh good, you’re home!” her head turned as she exclaimed and ran over to hug him. an eyebrow was raised and max was still waiting for an answer to his question, standing perfectly still as he did so.

the girl let go of him and just stared at him with wide eyes for an awkwardly long time before speaking again.

“vic said it was cool if i crashed here for a while, she told me where to find the spare key.” max didn’t react, waiting for more. “we met when we were karting as kids.” she hopped to jog his memory. “i’m rowan.”

“oooh.” he finally made the connection and rowan gave him a wide smile. “yeah, i remember.” max made a mental note to kill his sister, feed her to the pigs, make sure no evidence is left behind. the perfect crime and it was taking place right behind his eyes.

“want a beer?” rowan’s voice snapped him out of his homicidal daydream.

“and for how long did vic say it was okay for you to be here, exactly?”

“oh i only just got here a few days ago, kinda found myself homeless in monaco. i was hoping it would be okay with you if i crashed until i find a way out of the country.”

her logic was severely flawed, but max was just too damn tired to argue.

“i have not touched your bedroom, i swear. and your cats seemed to be glad someone was around…”

“well, now i’m here.”

“obviously.”

“i can’t do this right now. i need to go to bed. just please keep the noise down. i’ll deal with this in the morning.”

“oh yeah, absolutely, quiet as a mouse. won’t even notice i’m here.” she crossed her fingers and kissed them, as if that meant anything other than a childish gesture.

“that’s impossible, but i’d love to see you try.” he offered her a sarcastic smile before turning on his heels and taking his luggage into his room.

a few days went by and rowan did not seem to budge, having taken over his couch entirely. it took a while, but soon enough, she was forced to adopt his sleeping pattern, out of courtesy if nothing more; her mother raised her better than sleeping when the host was awake, especially when her host needed the room and was a bit of an asshole on top of that.

had she come into his house unannounced? absolutely. did he actually know her? not really. had he had chances to throw her out? every damn day. had he thrown her out? no. so at this point, this was on him, really.

max went on with his routine, waking up at the crack of fucking dawn (which was around 8 am), training, sim racing (as rowan was forced to learn what it was called) and chatting up with his friends and just wasting a bit of time until it was bed time -never later than 12 am.

he made minimal effort to interact with her and for the first couple of days, it was the most awkward position rowan had ever been in. she thought about leaving, but her next thought was her empty bank account and the third one was her promise to victoria: get him to actually relax during his break. so getting the hell out of there wasn’t exactly an option.

neither was laying around all day, tiptoeing around max needlessly. if she were to tiptoe, she could at least be useful about it. once she got his routine down, she started doing the housework, out of boredom and as a means to pay him back for his… well, it wasn’t hospitality per se, so for letting her crash.

she got his meal plan from the fridge, stocked up for a few days and started meal prepping. it was a friday, so max was due for another training session in the afternoon, it was a no brainer that he’d be coming home starving, allowing rowan to take a couple liberties with his dinner, make the meal a bit more hers. besides, she’d have to eat that as well, and plain grilled chicken and salad just didn’t cut it.

careful not to add any extra carbs or go overboard in the calorie count, she managed to make something out of the meal of the day, earning her -or at least her plate, as max wouldn’t really bother with looking at her- a genuine smile he was quick to hide.

one day, after returning from yet another training session, he took a much needed shower, washing as many thoughts as he possible could away. the only thing that seemed to linger in his mind was how he was going to get rid of rowan and killing his sister all in one swift blow. perhaps a double homicide? but as he wrapped a towel around his body and tousled his hair to get most of the moisture out, he resolved that this was a problem that tomorrow’s max would be more than capable of solving.

max got out of the bathroom and as soon as he got used to the smell of his shampoo and body wash, a new scent grabbed his attention.

“is that fucking weed?” he did a full 180 and took long, heavy strides following the smell to his balcony.

“oh shit, sorry, is it bothering you?” rowan was quick to put out the joint in a makeshift ashtray.

“you do realise it’s not legal, right?” she nodded no profusely and max exhaled deeply as he sat down in the other chair around the table. “look, rowan” he paused a little, trying to think of his next words. “i don’t know what vic told you and frankly, i don’t give a shit. i’m tired, and really need to relax. i need my space and my home.”

“we just thought it would help you relax…” she was apologetic, which didn’t particularly help, but it didn’t make things worse either.

“by finding a stranger in my house the moment i walk in, ready to enjoy my only vacation and risking jail plus a hefty fine?”

“well, when you put it like that… besides, we’re not strangers.”

“we’re not childhood buddies either.”

“point made. i’ll be out of your hair.” she replied with a flat tone.

she was defeated, the plan was a bust. all vic wanted was to help her brother unwind after the season he’d had and at the same time, help out an old friend. both backfired terribly and rowan was on the receiving end of things.

without anything else left to say or do, she got up and made her way past max to reach the living room, mind occupied with where her broke ass would spend the night and how she’d pack her things than anything else. too occupied to notice max’s hand reaching out and grabbing her wrist, bringing her to a halt. surprised, she sucked in a breath.

“you can go tomorrow, i have no intention of kicking you out in the middle of the night. contrary to popular belief, i do have a soul and manners. just don’t get me arrested in the meantime?”

“the bar is higher than you might think.” rowan gave him a chuckle. “but seriously, i get that it’s a lot and a bother, i’ll be out in like 10 minutes tops.”

“don’t make me the guy who kicks a girl out on the street.”

“i’m leaving voluntarily, max.” she spoke softly.

“if you stay, will that be voluntary as well?”

“fuck yeah, your couch is like a fucking cloud, dude.” and that earned her a chuckle from max. a chip in his grumpy armour, perhaps there was hope of getting him to actually unwind over his break.

“great. and now that you’re up, how about you grab me that beer you offered?” his tone was condescending, but all rowan did about it was roll her eyes and break free of his weak -as it turned out- grasp on her hand, as she made her way even further to the apartment and into the kitchen.

the girl came back just a minute later, two beers in hand and the cats expertly walking between her feet, making rowan struggle a bit for balance, earning her yet another small laugh from max.

“is my misfortune entertaining enough for you, verstappen?”

“as a matter of fact, yes, thank you. your misery brings me joy.”

“you’ll be the happiest man alive when i’m done with you.” rowan smiled bitterly.

she sat down and placed one beer can in front of max, and with just one look, she knew that both her attempt at dark humour and the beer were appreciated, making her feel at ease.

“no glasses?” he asked.

“tonight, we drink like men.” she slammed the cans on the table. “tomorrow i can get you a bottle of bubbly rosé, if that’s your fancy.” she cracked the can open and took a sip, max mimicking her movements.

“bold of you to assume there will be a tomorrow.”

“think of it as a parting gift. so is rosé okay, or are you more of a cabernet kind of guy?”

“i’d prefer a bottle of gin, if you’re going to the liquor store.”

“my grandpa used to say that gin is the drink of alcoholics.”

“let me guess - liver failure?”

“damn fucking straight.” she raised her beer can to a toast and winked at him.

“wait, seriously?”

“yup. still want that gin?”

minutes quickly went by and turned into hours, the small table on the balcony soon filled with empty beer cans. and unlike the remaining cans in the fridge, max found himself not running out of things to discuss with rowan.

there was a sober version of himself still clinging to the back of his mind, telling him that it was getting late, that he needed to rest. but he just couldn’t bring himself to get up and go to bed. besides, she’d probably be gone come morning. he’d never hear the end of it from his trainer. but it was just one night. he deserved a night off, no matter how unexpectedly -to say the least- that came to happen.

there was a moment of silence that allowed him to have more of that inner monologue, weighing the pros and cons of that night so far, but it was quickly filled by rowan’s voice again.

“you do realise you’re still in a towel, right?”

“and you’re wearing just an oversized t shirt.” he noted in return. “hey, is that mine?”

“maybe” the girl gave him a cheeky grin.

“you’ve taken over everything! so what, now jimmy and sassy curl up at your feet when you sleep?”

“wait, they don’t normally do that?” and that was the final straw. max’s jaw hanged in surprise, speechless. “i’m just fucking with you, mate. your cats still love you.” she lied, hoping it was convincing enough. sure, his cats still loved him, but they were sleeping on the couch with her those past couple of days.

“so you’ve raided my fridge, my closet, taken my cats away from me but sleeping on my bed was too much?”

“sounds about right, yeah. don’t give me that look, your bed will remain yours. but a girl has to eat. and your wardrobe is pretty limited. don’t you own anything other than polos and skinny jeans? who even wears skinny jeans in 2021?”

“got any other complaints about your free accommodation?”

“give me a couple minutes, i’ll come up with a list. want it in alphabetical order or from most to least important?”

“you’re impossible.”

“yet, still here.”

“don’t push your luck.”

and as if his last sentence never left his lips, rowan absentmindedly picked up the joint she’d left earlier and lit it up again.

“are you actively trying to throw me in jail?”

“oh relax, verstappen. who will know it's from us? besides, you’re not the one in possession. and being the gracious lady i am, you’re free to have some. just take it easy, i’m not in a state to deal with a bad trip.”

“how generous of you. and i have smoked before.”

“of course you have.” she openly and clearly doubted him, grinding his gears even further. max being max plus a hefty handful of beers, decided to prove his point and gestured for rowan to pass him the joint, from which he took a long, satisfying drag, slowly letting the smoke out of his lungs.

he didn’t cough, or came close to having anything that might seem like an asthma attack and that put rowan at ease. first time smokers tend to cough up a lung or two. not max though. there was a thick cloud of smoke around his face and he kept on releasing more and more. he held the joint between his index and middle finger and rowan found herself entranced, looking at his expression loosening up, sandy blond hair falling in his clouded eyes mixing with the smoke, how his hand looked with the mixture of tobacco and weed wrapped in a thin paper lacing his fingers.

“is this hand rolled?”

“by yours truly.”

he shot her a grimace of approval as he looked down at the joint in his hand and then looked up at her look of disbelief.

“you forgot i’m dutch, didn’t you?”

“i- well, yes. besides, you’re an athlete and you freaked out about it earlier, so…”

“so you thought it wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole.” he took another drag. “it’s just nature, baby.”

rowan was fully aware that this was an expression. she was clear on the fact that he hadn’t just called her baby. but her heart skipped a beat nonetheless. it was the closest she’d gotten to being close to him, and the that little word, endearing as it was, made it worse.

max passed the joint back to her and she welcomed the distraction and the chance to get herself under control again.

“seriously though, aren’t you going to get dressed?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“maybe. eventually. aren’t you?”

“i’m not the one spending the last hour in a towel. i am dressed.”

“if that’s what you’d call being dressed. besides, it’s my house. i can walk around with my cock out if i want.”

“now that’s a mental image i certainly didn’t need.”

“of course, keep lying to yourself.” his deadpan expression had rowan frozen.

“i am a lady, max. please, do keep that in mind.”

“it’s hard to when not ten minutes ago you let out a burp i’d be jealous of.”

“fine, i’m a lady who’s had beer. it makes me burp. sue me.”

“for that, no. for trespassing, though… or even breaking and entering, that’s a great idea. perhaps the smartest thing you’ve ever said.”

“and here i was, thinking that weed would be the end of your legal troubles”

“i could add you to the list, no worries.”

“happy to see i’m not a bother, then.”

“don’t push it.” he glared at her but his gaze softened in a matter of milliseconds. “but to return to my original point, you’re not a lady. ladies don’t barge into strangers’ homes unannounced, they don’t walk around in nothing but said strangers’ t shirts and they certainly don’t happen to carry expertly hand rolled joints to pass around.”

“expertly, huh?”

“focus.”

“fine, if i’m not a lady, what am i?”

“trouble” he gave her a smirk and extended his hand to ask for the joint again.

rowan was quite pleased with the characterisation, unbeknownst to her returning the smirk, although it hadn’t gone exactly the way she wanted. she was willing to settle, but not go down without a fight.

“are you under the impression that you are a gentleman?”

“me, gentle? no, baby. never.” he winked and the innuendo was not lost on her as a blush crept up her cheeks, but other than that, she wasn’t phased.

“then what kind of man throws a woman with nowhere to go out of his house, not even recognising the fact that his home is spotless, his cats and himself are well fed and taken care of, and any and all efforts she makes to help him relax after a tough day at the office?”

hearing the words come out of her mouth, rowan realised just how domestic that sounded. however, she’d said nothing but facts. sure, she was getting free rent in monaco those past few days. but she’d made sure that whenever he got home -thank you vic for not giving her a time window to work with- everything would be clean and proper.

max finding her dancing wearing his t shirt was not part of the plan, much like many other things that happened in the course of the last few hours. but that didn’t magically erase the fact that she had been taking care of things as if she were in her own place, and then some.

“the kind that blends well with trouble.”

he could not have a line for anything she threw at him. they’d had the same to drink and smoke. it was just not fair. rowan struggled a couple seconds to find her pace again, remember her endgame, while hoping that the delay wouldn’t be too apparent, or attributed to simply how max had the right thing to say to everything.

“so you are having fun!” a grin was plastered on her lips.

“that’s not how i have fun.”

“oh please, pray tell.” she regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. the innuendos had certainly not helped, nor had her intoxicated state, at remaining civil. faster than the speed of light she could see the conversation derailing as max would go on providing specifics on what ‘fun’ entails.

to rowan’s surprise, he just raised an eyebrow and replied like anyone you practically just met would:

“i play with my cats, watch some shit on netflix and play games.”

“that’s so pedestrian of you verstappen, colour me shocked.”

"not all of us lead the exciting life of a world touring, couch surfing hobo, rowan. some of us just enjoy a quiet night in-"

"much like this then-"

"without surprises."

"fine mr clean and proper, straight as an arrow who has never done a single fun thing in his life. i get it, i'm a nuisance. so then why have you spent all night with me?"

"if i'm going to go to jail for a year, i deserve to know my cellmate and enjoy the weed that gets thrown in, don't you think?"

"for a year?"

“what part of ‘illegal’ was so hard for you to grasp?”

that shut rowan up. the last thing she wanted was to ruin the man’s career, end him up in actual prison or both. she stood there, frozen in fear, staring at the view of the city and the sea before her, but looking at nothing in particular. a gigantic spider could be ruining the city one leg at a time and she probably wouldn’t have noticed.

she couldn’t tell if she stayed like that for seconds or entire minutes, but she was certain of what brought her out of it: max’s laugh. she’d only heard it through closed doors as he was playing with his friends, or coming up the stairs with his trainer after a session, but she couldn’t mistake the sound. her head turned to face him and he was actually doubled over.

“what?” she muttered, trying to get her brain to work and figure out what might be so funny.

“i’m just- fucking with you” max uttered in between attempts to take a breath and rowan could feel the blood boiling in her veins. how could he let her believe- “marijuana is still very illegal, but it’s unlikely we’ll get in trouble.” he managed a more serious voice.

“i’m going to kill you in your sleep and drag your lifeless body through the streets before feeding you to the cats.” her tone was flat but her voice was shaking in anger.

max let out another giggle. “i’ll give you one for your creativity. here, take a hit, it’ll help you feel better.” he handed her the joint.

“oh my god, i’m feeding you to the cats alive.” but she gladly took it and lit it up again, filling her lungs to capacity before exhaling and taking another drag.

a few moments later, she was more relaxed, a combination of the substance along with the blood not rushing to her head anymore proving to be most helpful, but still pissed at max.

“why would you ever think that this was funny?”

“you didn’t see your face.”

“is this payback, because we already said, i’ll be out of your hair come morning.”

“i thought we agreed you’d stay.”

“so you’re just an asshole then, cool.” she stated matter-of-factly and took her third consecutive hit.

rowan was starting to feel a bit numb, a sign that it was kicking in. finally. she sighed as the smoke clouded her face. and then she realised that max never cared to dispute the fact that he was an asshole. or apologise, highlighting her point. great. rowan rolled her eyes, gaze falling on him for just a split second - enough to see him a bit more gloomy than usual, earning him another eye roll.

“fine, you’re not an asshole. here, peace offering.” and she extended the joint back to him, which max silently took.

after another couple of hits, he got up towel still surprisingly hanging on his hips and went inside. rowan was a bit worried about the repercussions, how he’d be acting around her from then on, but she couldn’t bring herself quite to the point of analysing that. that was a problem for the next day and one she was not equipped to handle at the time.

so she occupied herself with stargazing, trying to find constellations and then trying to match them with the endless small lights of the buildings below.

max came back, interrupting the silence of her mind. he had put some pants on, but his torso was still bare, and rowan noticed, shifting her focus from stars to him with inexplicable ease. while she had been visualising constellations just a few moments ago, now she was visualising his arms trapping her body between them. she also noticed the veins in said arms, just barely visible, but there. and they extended to his hands, followed by long fingers, which by the way would look so good on her thighs-

“enjoying the view?” a tinge of his lips was the only thing betrayed the meaning behind his words.

“quite spectacular.”

“the sights of monaco are something to behold.” fuck, she was going to make him lose it just by looking at him.

it was borderline unreal how easily the conversation flowed and how comfortable the silences were. she got his humour; even if she wouldn’t laugh at one of his jokes, he could see the glint in her eyes under the soft light of the night. it had been a hot minute since max had clicked like that with someone and while he enjoyed it, he decided not to read too much into it; he could leave some friendly banter and some flirty glances be bygones. the situation was already quite bizarre as it was, there was no need to make it even more complicated and he was just too fucking tired of everything, adding drama to the pot was the last thing he needed. but the way she kept eyeing him up and down was getting very hard to ignore.

max got to the point of wondering if the table between them was a cockblock or keeping him from making a mistake. it was an uneasy feeling, not knowing if he was grateful or pissed, especially when the little exposed skin rowan showed looked so fucking delicious. he was right; she was trouble. and he wanted to blend with her so bad.

this was getting ridiculous and max was getting impatient. there was this small, still rational part of his that kept him from getting up and dragging her to the rails of his balcony, take out his frustrations right there and then. the mental image of her back arched, hair unruly and all over the place, and her ass pressed up against him didn’t help.

rowan heard him sigh and her attention was brought back to the real max immediately, the one before her and not the one teasing her with those beautiful, long fingers in her imagination.

“what’s troubling you?” an innocent enough question that did not have an innocent answer.

max took his sweet time to reply, shifting in his chair to have his body turned to her, finding her eyes before even opening his mouth.

“you”.

“haven’t we been through this already?” exasperated she took another hit, deep enough to make the cigarette come very near its end, passing it again to max. “want me gone? i’ll go!”

rowan watched him finish the blunt with a long drag which he kept in his lungs for a few seconds, releasing much less smoke than what he inhaled but still creating a cloud over his features. he put out the cigarette with a bit more force than necessary before speaking again.

“it’s not about that.”

“then what is it about?”

max didn’t grace her with an answer. instead, he looked at her for a while and then stared off into the endless view of his balcony for a few minutes. once he decided that that was enough, he got up and went to bed without uttering another word.

another couple days went by and things went back to normal, as if the other night never took place. rowan was good at hiding her disappointment and irritation; sharing weed was supposed to be a bonding experience, but apparently max thought otherwise. and that was okay. at least, that’s what she told herself to get through the day without erupting. what was different however, was something very subtle and at the same time reassuring. the silences were comfortable now.

to max it was almost surreal how comfortable a silence would be. he now knew she got his humour, even if she didn’t laugh or had a snarky comeback she probably didn’t even think of holding back on. it got to the point where he’d like nothing more than explore that possibility, test the limits of their chemistry, but it would make things too complicated and there just wasn’t enough room in his life, or his brain for that matter, to deal with the repercussions. for once, he was doing less than his best and that was okay. ignoring her to the extent he did, or even the possibility of her, was already hard enough, taking more power than he’d like to admit.

but there was a limit on how rude he could be, and when he was invited to a club on his day off, he had to invite rowan.

a deadpan expression was plastered on her features. “you want me there. with you.”

max sighed, tired of having to repeat himself. “look, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“the max verstappen is inviting little old me to a night out in monaco.”

“yes.” he rolled his eyes.

neither of them said another word as rowan jumped off the couch and went straight to the bathroom.

“give me like 30 minutes and we’re out the door.” she yelled from behind the closed door, the sound of the water running almost muffling her words.

“i’m setting a timer”

“of course you are.” her voice was lower this time, but rowan didn’t particularly care if he heard her.

she took the quickest shower of her life, hands lathering and shaving and rinsing furiously her body as she waited for her conditioner to set after washing her hair in record time and after another thorough rinse, rowan draped her towels on her body and head, dashing for the living room and to her clothes she’d neglected to take with her.

“careful, you’re going to fall.” max turned to look at what could have been the afterimage of the girl sprinting and digging through her suitcase.

“i’m a big girl, versta-” and in true rowan fashion, she lost her balance.

with lightning quick reflexes, max was already up and extending his arms to catch her.

rowan’s face was one of pure shock, eyes open wide and mouth agape, still mid-sentence. max’s eyes were locked into hers for a moment and as if by instinct, he let his fingers that gripped her arm curl a bit, ensuring that she was secure. he sighed and rolled his eyes in disappointment.

“i warned you.”

this was responded with a roll of her eyes and dismissive words, as rowan freed herself from his grip. “oh get off it verstappen, you’re going to make us late.”

“oh am i the reason we’re going to be late your majesty?”

she didn’t bother replying. in fact, his words were lost in a blur of still feeling his fingertips on her skin and the way he looked at her. she was definitely overreacting, there’s no way he could be looking at her in any way that would make the air stand still in her throat. and she made up her mind: that night she’d get her mind off him, this wasn’t a viable situation anymore. and a club in monaco was the perfect place to do just that.

rowan got dressed and put on minimal makeup, time closing in on her. besides, she couldn’t wear anything heavy in that kind of heat, it would sweat right off her. so with an off shoulder crop top, a small skirt, some concealer, waterproof mascara, blush, highlighter and lipstick as her allies, she got ready in the confined space of the bathroom. not ideal, but at least the lighting was good.

“ready!” she emerged with a victorious smile.

“shoes.” max pointed out and rowan cursed under her breath, smile quickly fading away. rushing again to her suitcase she dug for her only pair of heels and put them on.

“ready!” she repeated, same smile on her face. max shook his head and grabbed his keys, rowan following suit.

the drive over was silent, but the club was packed, music coming in as loud noise at the contrast. but being a permanent resident had its perks, such as access to the vip lounge. the music was just loud enough and there was plenty of space to sit, drink, dance and mingle. all of which, max hated. except for the drinking. and he could do with a nice, comfortable seat.

if daniel hadn’t pressured him to finally go out, he probably wouldn’t be there, but it was his only chance of seeing him over the summer break before the australian went back home to crash on a mountain bike or whatever it was he did on his time away from the track.

the welcome was warm, contrary to the abundance of bottles on the table sitting in an ice bucket, almost begging for rowan to empty them. with a silent promise that she’d do just that in a little while, she poured her first drink, two parts gin and one part soda. give or take. it was exactly what the doctor ordered, or what they would if they knew what she’d been through those past few months, especially those past few days. holding the bottle over to max’s direction, she silently gestured if he’d like a drink as well. max being max and to no one’s surprise, he abruptly pried the bottle from her fingers, doing it himself.

she’d gotten the message that she wasn’t exactly welcome -despite max himself inviting her over- rowan didn’t stay with max’s friends for longer than necessary. after some small talk, she excused herself to the dance floor and got herself away enough to not be a bother. drink in hand, eyes closed and body swaying, there was nothing she’d like more than to get lost in the music. dance and drink the night, her worries and troubles away.

her peace was bound to be shortlived as the girl felt a presence too close behind her. curious, she turned around and found herself disappointed it was not max, but a complete stranger. but then, a few gears clicked in her mind and in a split second she’d decided that the rather attractive stranger would be a perfect distraction.

she never found out his name and she couldn’t remember if she ever gave him hers. but it didn’t matter. only a few words were exchanged before they both resumed dancing, this time together, moves syncing to the beat and to each other.

a few songs passed and rowan was pleasantly surprised to see that the stranger hadn’t gotten too close nor had he touched her, not even her hands. her back was turned to him and when the song changed once more, she turned around to face him and her free hand caressed his, giving him a green light of sorts. the stranger gladly took it, intertwining their fingers and raising their hands in the air as he bent down and touched her forehead with his.

the proximity was sudden and a bit uncomfortable. rowan wasn’t interested in having a stranger’s alcohol infused breath hitting her face, so she turned her face to the side. in an inexplicable way, or just sheer damn coincidence, her gaze was met with max’s. he’d been watching her and it was only in that moment that she realised. she also came to realise that it was in that instant that the fire in her belly roared again. neither was a fact she could explain. all she could do was drag her body to continue its rhythmical movements, trying not to shatter the illusion of her attention being to the music. but it felt like max could see right through her, knowing that it was him that had her captivated and not some random guy. smug bastard.

max on the other hand didn’t feel smug at all. he felt a raging heat in his chest, watching rowan dance the night away, away from him, with someone neither of them knew. he did his best to participate in the conversation his mates were having, sipping their drinks and sadly attempting to dance. there was no reason for them to know that his attention was elsewhere and he did all in his power to conceal it, speaking whenever spoken to, pretending that the music was too loud when he was too lost in thoughts of rowan grinding against him like that, and more than thankful for the interruption of his train of thought. these were dangerous waters and he’d made up his mind, it was not worth pursuing. besides he wasn’t jealous, how could he be? just worried, was all. she was in a foreign country, amongst people she didn’t know, in a club. things could be dangerous. he was just being protective of his guest. but he still couldn’t tear his eyes away for more than a few seconds, especially when she turned and finally looked at him, acknowledging his presence for the first time that evening. how gracious of her, he thought and scoffed.

“she okay?” daniel’s voice echoed his concerns and max didn’t bother with an answer. with long, purposeful strides he closed the distance and got close enough to rowan to make himself heard.

“why don’t you come back with us?”

“didn’t wanna ruin your night out.”

“bullshit. come back.” determined, his grip found her arm and pulled her closer, with every intent of dragging the girl back to the booth by force if need be.

rowan followed willingly, body limp and a bit numb from the dancing and alcohol. she didn’t pay that stranger another thought, didn’t even say goodbye or feign an excuse. max counted that as a win, and rowan didn’t even notice. what she did notice, even though a minute too late, was that he got in the way of her fun.

“why did you drag me back here?” she pouted and fuck if max didn’t want to sink his teeth into that bottom lip.

“it’s safe, i was worried.”

“i don’t need a chaperone.”

“if you can’t tell that dancing with strangers is the definition of unsafe, you clearly do.”

rowan placed her almost empty drink on the table with what might have been a loud thud, but it was never heard, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“ugh, fine, dad.” she made sure to stretch that last word, and max clung on for dear life to not tell her that she was missing a syllable there.

she did her best to mingle with his friends, she really did. the abundance of alcohol at her disposal certainly helped and she’d be damned if she didn’t take advantage of it, not bothering to take note of the drinks she’d downed.

they were fun peeps, great fun even, but feeling max’s gaze burning a hole in her wasn’t exactly allowing her to let go. coming with him was a mistake, one she was regretting already. on the other hand, she didn’t want to be the reason he left his friends early; she’d already caused enough trouble, and she wasn’t about to ruin the one night out he allowed himself. so rowan did what she did best and blended in, chatting, dancing, smiling and blatantly ignoring the pain in her feet from her shoes. she’d been standing for longer than she’d like, but it was okay. she probably had a day or two left at max’s place to allow the swelling to subside.

dare she say, after allowing herself to blend in with the crowd, she had a blast. the only semicolon in her night seemed to be that perfect stranger she never got another dance with. their eyes still met a few times in the dimly lit room, and she made a point of holding his gaze as she swayed along to the music, not much unlike the way she was swaying against him. disappointment coloured her features when the stranger looked away quickly and the girl was just as quick to pin this on verstappen; he probably thought that they were together. she wouldn’t be caught admitting it out loud but as much good as max had done, he’d taken just as much and this oh so easy opportunity for a one night stand that would calm her nerves was the final straw.

the time that went by from that realisation to how rowan found herself home was a blur. with almost frantic movements she locked herself into the bathroom, got rid of her clothes and put on an oversized tshirt that she used as a pyjama, feeling much relieved already to be out of tight seams and her feet touching the ground. she went straight into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and another joint from her suitcase and went outside, ready to let go of everything and enjoy the rest of her evening in peace. it was way past max’s bedtime anyway.

not a single word was uttered and max was left dumbfounded, watching rowan roam the apartment after finally settling down in the balcony, in her usual spot.

he broke the long silence after taking his usual spot on the opposite end of the round table.

“penny for your thoughts?”

“at the moment, trying not to have any.” she propped up her beer as if to say cheers and after taking a sip she lighted up her smoke, inhaling sharply. there was still smoke in her lungs when max spoke next.

“did you have fun tonight?”

“yeah, did you?” there’s no way she’d say anything else, praising him till the day she died. in front of him at least, and switching the focus of the conversation to him was the easiest way to not talk about her… annoyance.

“of course. but i’m not convinced that you had fun.” he rested his forearm on the table and leaned in closer, studying her face which wasn’t giving anything away.

“my night isn’t over yet, i have my favourite companions with me.”

“oh what an hono-”

“i was talking about my besties over here, beer and weed. you’d need to work a little harder to make the list.”

“ouch.” rowan just raised an eyebrow in response. “aren’t you going to share?” the girl remained silent yet again, and took a long hit off the joint while looking him in the eyes, taunting him. again. rowan was testing his patience in a newfound way and max didn’t know for how long he’d be able to play along. she finally gave passed him the blunt and max took an equally long drag.

“so, how was your night?” perhaps she’d been rude enough for one night.

“honestly, exhausting.” his lips were covered by a thick veil of smoke.

“was chaperoning me too much work?”

“yes.”

“well, i didn’t need a guardian, i’m a grown woman capable of making my own choices, thank you very much.”

“i never suggested otherwise.”

“then what the fuck was your problem?” if he wasn’t a misogynistic prick, what other explanations were left?

“i just -” max fumbled for words and it was obvious, he even felt his cheeks heating up. he never lied, but now even concealing the truth was becoming harder and harder with substances rushing through his bloodstream. “i just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“jesus, can’t a girl get railed in peace?” rowan was exasperated and max’s eyes widened in surprise. bottom line, that was exactly what he was trying to prevent, but he never expected her to be so blunt about it. but if we were going with honesty, two could play the game and max was a ticking time bomb until he burst.

“not when you have a complete stranger ogling you and grinding against you.” sure, his tone was raised a little, but it was so worth it, the weight lifting off his chest.

“that was the point, verstappen.” she rubbed her face, the lack of communication finally getting to her. “or would you rather it be one of your friends? daniel’s hot.”

“or how about you contain yourself until you’re no longer staying here?” in a moment of maturity that was slowly but surely slipping away from him, max refrained from commenting on daniel, biting back the remark.

“why?” simple question, three letters, one syllable. rowan extended an arm and stole the joint back from max, taking a hit as she waited for an answer, eyes clouded and glued on his, mouth just slightly agape, letting smoke escape from her lips which he never wanted to bite into more than at that moment.

“because the way you’re looking at me doesn’t help me contain myself.”

the girl got up and closed the distance between them with a couple slow steps. she bent down until their faces were inches apart and took another drag before speaking again, sure to exhale on his face. “why?”

max took a few seconds to study her face, feel her breath against his skin, get lost in her eyes. once she blinked slowly in a small nod, he took the cigarette from her hands and placed it on his lips, inhaling sharply, while his other hand was busy finding the nape of her neck and wrapping his fingers in her hair.

“because you’ve made me want you a writhing, moaning mess underneath me.” it was his turn to blow smoke on her face and he left the cigarette on the table on his left.

“are you trying to make this my fault as well, verstappen?”

“oh i’m prepared to take full responsibility.”

all she did was walk walk around his apartment wearing his clothes, cooking and laughing at his jokes. it wasn’t her fault she looked so damned good in his shirts that barely covered anything, that rode up dangerously high when she stood on her tiptoes and stretched trying to reach the plates for dinner from the top shelf. it wasn’t her fault. but he wanted more and his inhibitions had been smoked and drank away a while ago.

“get up” he reluctantly let go of her hair, allowing rowan to do as she was told. “turn around and lift up that shirt.”

rowan didn’t hesitate but she took her time. in her hazy state, there as not much sense of right and wrong; all she had left was a fire burning in her core, one she really didn’t want to put out, and with each word that left max’s mouth, it only got stronger.

with lazy moves she turned around and tucked her fingertips between the hem of his her shirt, slowly lifting it up, while she wondered and waited for his next instructions. she was just above her waist when he told her to stop, and she froze, not moving an inch.

he took her in slowly, drinking away at the sight. to think that all this time he’d been so close and yet so far away made him want to burst with built up anticipation he’d been ignoring all along. the curse of her waist giving way to her hips, dressed only with an inch of dark green lace. he followed the fabric to her ass, noting how it turned into silk or sating, or any soft fabric that could still never compare to the softness of her skin.

under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have spent so much time and attention to something that would be discarded and on the floor in the next moments, but he just found it fascinating, how that small line of lace turned to satin and then subtly disappeared into her ass. such skimpy, feminine underwear for the woman that could burp his full name. the contrast between the tomboy and the sensual creature before him made him throb and the thought of how rowan’s moans would sound almost edged him.

rowan heard max mutter something in dutch, probably a curse, and turned her hear around to look at him, meeting glazed eyes that were taking her in.

“never took you for an ass guy.”

“wasn’t one until now. you fucking tease.”

“says the man parading around shirtless.”

“you’ve seen mine, isn’t it only fair to want to see yours?” he gently touched her waist as he spoke, still careful about where his hands went, that bit of self restraint barely hanging on, but rowan shivered and he froze, not taking his hand off her. “you okay, love?”

“please touch me.”

“such a good girl, begging for me already.”

his next move was clumsy, hands tightening around her waist and bringing her down, sitting on his lap. he could feel her pressing against his shameless, raging hard on and rowan shifted on him to get more comfortable, to get more friction. she only made things worse. images of her grinding against some other guy flashed before his eyes and his grip got tighter, bringing her even closer to him, back firmly pressed against his chest.

rowan had barely any time to steady herself, much less appreciate the fact that she was sitting on the thighs she’d spent more time admiring and fantasising about than she cared to admit, even to herself. she was too lost in her own haze to notice anything other than the fact that the friction felt too damn good. there wasn’t too much room in her head for coherent thoughts, so it wasn’t until later that she found herself actively grinding on max’s thigh and even though a blush crept up her face, she didn’t stop; she didn’t know if she could.

all this time, max was watching her intently, recording her ever move, every change that made her bite her lip and inhale just a bit sharper. he was learning her. but even after realising that, rowan again didn’t stop. what she did was turn her face to hold his gaze, bottom lip between her teeth and reached down to hold on to his legs for more stability as she rolled her hips a little faster. knowing that she was giving him a show that she herself enjoyed fueled her stamina.

there was only so much max could take; he was just a man after all. feeling he’d reached the limit of his patience, he lifted rowan up only slightly and turned her around. in perfect sync, her legs went over his and when he put her down again, he could feel her core on his cock, the heat and pressure doing something crazy. but that was just a byproduct, a happy surprise. what he really wanted to do was kiss her and he did just that.

his hand found her neck once again and brought her in close, clashing their lips together and he kissed her hard, hungry for the promise of more. her tongue found his and they played, like this was a well rehearsed dance they had before. it was all so familiar and new, it felt like for just that moment, she belonged there, on top of him.

he interrupted the kiss with a bite on her lower lip, completing just one fantasy on the long list she’d created unknowingly for him, and max felt her nails digging softly into his shoulder, hips not stopping to roll against him and he knew that this would be interesting as his last second thoughts and inhibitions left his mind, leaving only his body to take over.

his lips resumed their feverish kiss and hands reached over to her lower back, bringing her closer and her movement to a halt, the pressure feeling too good. his hands then moved to her thighs, fingers finally digging into the soft flesh, and max relished in the feeling as he kept her in place.

however, he did need to taste her. all of her. her sweet lips were just a start. with a last squeeze of his hands on her thighs, max removed her shirt with every intention of diving in, to kiss lick and suck on each square inch of skin but his plans were delayed. this was by no means a romantic evening, but the way the moonlight reflected on her shoulders, painting shadows on her chest left him staring.

quickly, his hunger was replaced by an intense desire to appreciate what was in front of him, offered so generously. nothing changed much, other than the intent and execution: instead of attacking rowan, biting and marking her, max started placing open mouthed kisses on her exposed skin, leaving invisible traces of his tongue, as he worked his way from the top of her stomach to her neck. he had every intention of being civil, of holding himself back, but as he reached that sweet spot above her collar bone, her scent filled his nose and as if in a trance, his teeth sank into the soft skin, earning him the softest of ohs that escaped rowan’s mouth and max didn’t need much more to loose it. he did need more of those moans though. bigger, louder. and he had a rough idea of how he could make that happen.

for rowan, being on top normally meant she was in control. this time around though everything was different. as soon as he had his cock pressed against her cunt, she was no longer in control of anything. not what she did, not what she felt, not what she said. in record time, max had found her sweet spot, and there was no helping the moan that escaped her, nor how she eased herself into his arms, craning her neck to allow him more access to that point, pushing her chest into his. her nipples were painfully erect and neglected, and rowan was only praying that max would at least pay them some attention, as her mouth wasn’t capable of allowing words to escape, being otherwise occupied with sighs and soft moans as max bit and sucked into her neck.

it was so easy for her to give up control when giving up felt so damn good. but she needed more, so she pushed herself just a bit harder against his cock, legs closing around his back and against the back of the chair. clothes needed to be removed, hands and mouths needed to get to work. yes, letting max take the lead was good; him taking his sweet time wasn’t. it was time she took matters into her own hands. with quick and clumsy moves she unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it down from his shoulders, but as max’s arms were still around her and didn’t seem to be letting go any time soon, rowan had to make do. the feeling of his chest against hers would need to be enough for the moment and the urge to dig nails and teeth into his biceps would need to wait.

rowan's desperation was clear and max was thriving in it, so much so that he chuckled.

“is this funny to you?”

“i’m just enjoying how… ready you are for me.” there was a pause between his words, as he reached out and slipped a hand into her panties, feeling just how wet she was. rowan gasped at the contact but quickly got over her surprise and rolled her hips into his hand. max cursed again under his breath, eyes finding hers. without really thinking about it, his fingers reached inside her and curled up, earning him another of those delicious moans of hers and he continued exploring her pussy, allowing rowan a few moments of pleasure. “this is for me, right?” she didn’t answer straight away and max stopped.

“you cannot be serious.” rowan tried to take matters in her own hands, move her body to get more, but max’s other hand on her waist held her firmly in place. neither of them spoke or moved until rowan broke the silence. “yes max, it’s for you. happy now?”

“not quite.” he removed his hand from her cunt, licking his fingers clean. he got her off him and got up. before the girl could react, he’d grabbed her by the wrist and made his way inside and into the bedroom, rowan trying to keep up with his large strides.

she’d spent almost a week in that house, but his bedroom was untouchable, door always closed and she respected that enough to feel strange passing through the doorframe. she had a few questions, but articulating them was hard enough, especially when she was being pushed against a wall and kissed so hard and passionately.

she was infuriating him by the second; one minute, it felt like she was clay in his hands, eager and ready to be moulded and shaped. and the next, it felt like she was giving him some other guy’s leftovers. like that man had gotten her all hot and bothered and max just happened to be there. what little logic was left in him knew that this was perfectly plausible, but that didn’t mean that he needed the reminder. would it be so hard to allow him to believe that this was all for him?

rowan on the other hand was thriving in max’s frustration. his touch became more rough, just a bit less careful and that was the salt and pepper of whatever what they were doing was. he scratched her back and she groaned into his mouth in appreciation, resuming her endeavour of undressing him, struggling but succeeding to take off his shirt. she broke their kiss and started working on her next task, his pants, while her mouth got busy on those biceps she’d only dreamt of touching, now finally nibbling and biting and licking at the salty skin.

as soon as the girl’s hands managed to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, she reached over his boxers and grabbed his balls. max sucked in a breath and his head was thrown back. god, his neck looked delicious like that, but she couldn’t reach him. so instead, rowan focused on his arms and chest while her hands were getting familiar with his dick, its length and girth, preparing and fantasising about how it would feel in her mouth and in her cunt. feeling she’d teased him enough, she reached through his boxers and finally got a good understanding of what would follow; suddenly her hands felt so small and she stopped in shock.

max reached down and lifted her chin up with just a finger, eyes darkened and keenly focused into hers.

“you alright?”

“i don’t know if i will be with that inside of me.”

“one way to find out.” he gave her a smirk and in a swift movement, rowan’s back went from against the wall to against the mattress.

surprised and turned on beyond recognition, she couldn’t wait for max to get on top of her, drag her nails over every square inch of skin she could and feel him inside her. her thoughts started becoming reality, as max did get on top of her and she did have a chance to run her fingertips all over his back, shoulders and arms while their lips were too busy clashing against the other’s.

max’s hands were working on keeping him from collapsing on top of her and also removing his underwear and then also removing hers. it was a tricky endeavour but a successful one. as soon as rowan realised that she was so close to getting what she so desperately needed she clung onto him for dear life, hoping that it would be enough to keep him in place and finally give him no choice but get inside her. she should have known better, as max escaped with one quick and elusive manoeuvre and got himself exactly where he needed to be: face mere centimeters from her dripping cunt, juices overflowing. he couldn’t help himself, he reached out and licked the drop that was on the verge of staining his sheets. she tasted so sweet, he could consider eating her pussy as a cheat meal. there was no desert he could ever want more.

tentatively, he gave her another lick, one she was sure to feel and he heard her suck in a breath and her hips bucked. max took the opportunity and grabbed her ass, holding her in place.

“if i let go, will you stay like that?” his voice was soft and his breath was hitting her folds, a firm reminder of how close he still was.

rowan could only whimper a weak yes as an answer and as soon as max let go of her ass, she did her best to stay in place.

her efforts were greatly rewarded. not only max’s tongue kept on licking and exploring and flicking at all the right spots, but his fingers joined in as well. with one hand he was propping himself up, while the other was following his lips and soon -but not soon enough- he had his fingers inside her again, pumping, curling and rubbing in a unique tempo that made rowan’s legs shake. but she still wouldn’t dare move. not when she was so close. all he had to do was keep doing whatever he was doing and she’d be coming undone right then and there, from him, for him.

his name and a curse escaped from her lips in a shaky, guttural voice and her body was beyond her control, yearning for more contact, friction, feeling as she came, knees propped up and buckling, fingers lost in his hair, pulling him close, hips moving frantically until she’d had enough and finally, spent, she collapsed on the soft sheets.

after catching her breath for a moment or two, rowan erupted into laughter. she didn’t know why, there was nothing funny about any of what had just happened. but she couldn’t read too much into it, not when her brain was nearly shut off, fuzzy and hazy.

max met her glazed eyes and kept eye contact as he softly and slowly kept on what he was doing, licking and moving his fingers just enough for rowan to come down off her high gently, gradually, giggles still escaping her.

“do you think you have another one of those for me?” he asked, soft, hopeful, barely keeping it together from attacking her with everything he had.

“oh god no. i think i’m good for the entire month.”

“we’ll see about that.”

and with that, he left his place from between her legs and got next to her, eager to have her taste herself from his lips. rowan returned the kiss and found herself moaning again into max’s mouth, and that was all the indication he needed. one hand reached down to cup her breast, fingers running circles around her nipple, building up the anticipation for when he’d actually touch it, but just barely. rowan’s body responded by arching her back against his hand, showing him she needed more after all.

after feeling like she’d regained enough strength, rowan thought she’d ought to return the favour, and broke the kiss to get herself on top of him once again. she sat on his crotch, making sure he could feel her wetness as her fingers caressed his arms, shoulders, chest and drove down lower, reaching his abdomen and moving to his thighs. nails dragged across the skin and her hips rolled just a little bit, and max’s breath stilled.

with slow and what she could only pray were seductive moves, she replaced her fingers with her lips, kissing her way down his body until she reached his cock, ready to explore and play. she took it in her hands and ran her tongue over the tip, making sure to apply just enough pressure. she’d tease him a bit more, but her eagerness got the most out of her and quickly found herself sucking on that very tip and getting more and more of him into her mouth, testing the limits of her gag reflex.

once she found a comfortable tempo for her mouth, her hands started roaming again, over his thighs, what of his cock was left out of her mouth and to max’s surprise, his balls. she let saliva drip down his length and the sensation of that along with her fingers in sync with her lips was driving him insane. there was no way to tell the passing of time; the only measure he had was his pleasure building up and up and up as rowan tried different things and sped up as soon as she got used to what she had to do, leading max along to a climax of his own.

if it were anyone else, he’d probably try to hold it back, tell her to stop, but the wet sounds and soft vibrations of the moans of her mouth, her expert hands, the thought of his cum hitting the back of her throat was too much to not give in to. besides, there were so many other things he needed to do with rowan that night. once wouldn’t be enough. and with a final stroke, max started coming, fingers quickly wrapped around her hair, keeping her down as he felt his cum hit the back of her throat exactly like he’d imagined. only better. rowan gagged and moaned but she made no effort be released from his grip; to the contrary, she tried to fit even more of him in her mouth, lips tightly wrapped around him while her tongue worked to get a taste of it all.

once she was sure that she’d gotten it all, rowan raised her body to stand on her knees and with a triumphant smile she made a show of swallowing with an audible gulp and licking her lips.

“fuck you’re amazing.”

“yeah, i’ve been told before.” a smug smile hung from her lips and there was another twinge of jealousy from max. it was unreasonable for him to believe that rowan had ever been like that only for him. it was unreasonable for him to want her to be like that only for him. in spite of knowing all that, he couldn’t help himself.

darkened blue eyes met hers and rowan shivered, unsure of what had caused that or what would follow.

“so… that was fun.” she said awkwardly and got up to try and gather her articles of clothing that had been discarded somewhere in the room, but she was stopped by max keeping her in place as he grabbed her wrist.

“who told you that was it? you’re free to take a break if you want, but i’m nowhere near done with you.”

almost instinctively, rowan looked down and saw that max was hard again. or still? and his words did have her intrigued. she’d be lying if she hadn’t spent quite a few nights wondering how max verstappen would fuck. was she really about to walk away from an opportunity to find out? her consent was a nod as her eyes glossed with flash images of what it would be like. but no fantasy could ever prepare her for what was to come.

max got up and whatever was left of her mind in the present and not lost in indulgent scenarios admired his form.

“you ready for more?” his voice was deep and raspy, more than usual. rowan couldn’t speak, only nod again. “i’ll take that as a yes, but from here on, when i ask you a question i expect an answer. okay?”

“okay.” her reply was delayed, the word shaking on her tongue, but she mustered it nonetheless.

“good girl.” her efforts were met with praise and that only made her knees weak again. “now come here, baby.” his grip on her wrist was enough to drag her where he wanted her to be.

rowan found herself strategically positioned in front of the full length mirror, max behind her, one hand still on her wrist and the other brushed her hair off her back and on her shoulder as he placed kissed on the nape of her neck that made her hair stand straight.

honestly, he wasn’t over the thought of her hair falling on her back again as he thrusted inside her, and this was turning to be as close to that fantasy as he could get. sure, railing rowan on the rails was still a fantastic idea, but it had been polluted by a need to make sure that she was his and he was hers. even for just the night.

“now, i’ll need you to keep your eyes on the mirror and your hands on the frame.” slowly, he guided her hands to close around the wooden frame.

max leaned in and his body was against hers, cock firmly pressing against her ass. reluctantly, his hands left hers and travelled down her body. one stood on her waist, one of his favourite spots, and the other dipped even lower, checking her wetness. as he did so, his eyes were focused on the mirror, keen to see rowan’s reaction. she closed her eyes and bit her lip as she let out a small moan; perfect.

“eyes on us, baby.” came his next instructions as he removed his fingers from her cunt, sure that she was ready for more. “i need to know that you’re watching this, that you know it’s me making you feel like that.”

rowan opened her eyes but rolled them at his words. “you talk big, ver-” he cut her mid sentence, but didn’t bother with words. instead, his reply was a decisive thrust into her. that’s not how he’d envisioned it, but it didn’t matter. it felt like heaven, so wet and tight and perfect. and it also shut her up.

with one hand still on her waist, his other snaked around her and after making the briefest of stops on her nipples, he laced his fingers around her throat, propping her head up. her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth was agape in pleasure and she had front row seats to the show.

rowan had given up on controlling the sounds that came out of her mouth a long time ago. the substances and lust running through her bloodstream had rendered that almost impossible. and seeing herself in such a state, lips parted, eyes dark and wide, body exposed and wanted, made things even harder. it felt as if she was on autopilot, like an out of body experience, except she could feel every little thing. and there was no saving her from wanting more.

“max…” she pleaded.

“yes baby?” fuck, how she loved hearing him call her that. and it showed, as her cunt clenched around his cock. but max wasn’t doing her any favours, keeping very still despite her best efforts to get him to move inside her.

“more.” she couldn’t muster more than one syllable at a time and that was okay.

that was all the encouragement the man behind her needed, as he didn’t waste any more time, sinking deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, building up speed. rowan met him halfway, thrusting back into him, her back arched and as they went harder, her hair fell onto her back and her breaths came out exclusively in moans and sighs that sounded like his name.

his eyes roamed, from her back, her ass to her reflection, her tits as they bounced beautifully in perfect sync, her neck which was covered by his fingers, her face as her mouth was in the perfect oh shape and her eyes struggled to stay open, as per his instructions. she was being so good and max was finally almost convinced that it was indeed for him. all he needed now was to hear her say it.

without missing a beat, he spoke. “are you this wet for me?”

“yes.”

“do you want to come?” he went just a bit harder on purpose and rowan’s pussy clenching around him again was answer enough. but she spoke when spoken to. again as instructed.

“fuck… yes!”

“fuck baby, you’re so good for me.”

“for you…” she replied in a mindless haze, voice barely audible and hoarse but her vocal chords got busier as she came again, with max relentlessly pounding into her.

feeling her tremble and shake beneath him, muscles spasming around him, max let go of rowan’s waist and instead grabbed a handful of her hair, allowing her more freedom to experience her climax, while he shamelessly enjoyed how it felt with him inside her.

his grip around her neck tightened and he used his hold on her hair to tilt her hair back, ensure that his next words would be heard. “touch yourself.”

“i- i can’t, it’s too much.” rowan tried to explain, but it was in vain.

“it’s okay, we can start slow.” but he didn’t slow down. not one bit. it was almost impressive how he could talk to her and fuck her as hard at the same time.

rowan couldn’t waste more energy to speaking, or arguing for that matter. and the prospect of at least trying to touch herself did sound exciting. determined to give max a show, she put a finger in her mouth, sucking as she did on his cock not too long ago, eyes focused on the reflection of his face. a string of saliva left her mouth along with her finger, which she used to caress her nipple. she didn’t know when or how, but soon, her entire hand was clasped around her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers, enjoying the jolts of pleasure it sent down her body and into her core as max’s cock was reaching all the right places.

she spent a few moments like that, and as soon as she got used to the sensations overflowing her body, her other hand left the mirror’s frame as well, hoping that max’s hold on her neck and hair would be enough to keep her from falling; her legs had given up a while ago. her free hand didn’t stay free for long, reaching down to rub her folds, feel the wetness he’d created and even reached to feel the girth of his dick, earning her a sharp, surprised inhale. she played like that for a while, but then, in spite of any previous experience, rowan felt the need to come again. her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in familiar, well rehearsed motions in a way only she knew how to.

max was watching intently, as rowan’s every move fueled him further, which he didn’t consider possible. not only had she overcome her initial objections, but she was well way into coming for a third time. she had indeed started slow and worked her way on her body slowly, but confidently. and when she started rubbing her cunt, words began spilling from her mouth, incoherent words, but max was the one to make sense of them.

she was calling out his name, she was telling him that she was so close, that he’d gotten her so close, that she needed him. all that between moans and cries and convulsions of her body. like a new language only made for them.

and once the words were over and all that was left were beautiful sounds, it was max’s turn to tell her how fucking good she felt, how she had him wrapped around her finger, how damn good she looked when she had his cock inside her, how pretty it sounded when she was saying his name, and what a good girl his baby had been for him. it appeared that the last one was what sent rowan over the edge as she cried his name, and did her best to ride out her orgasm without convulsing out of max’s grip.

hearing how his name rolled out of her tongue as she came on his cock was all it took for max to reach a climax of his own, his hand finally releasing her neck and wrapping around her stomach, keeping her close as he thrust into her for those final few times, needing the proximity.

allowing a few moments to pass, rowan took a small step forward, and the emptiness she felt as max’s cock slid out of her was not welcome. but they couldn’t stay like that forever, and she needed to kiss him. as her tongue slid into his mouth, she felt his cum drip on the inside of her thighs and smiled against his lips. his arms wrapped around her body and softly he pulled away, his forehead touching hers, lips only a breath apart.

“was this because we’re high?”

“no, max.” she scoffed and laughed. “it’s because you’re hot. and you can consider it a thank you for your hospitality.”

“i’m still thinking of suing you for breaking and entering.”

“of course you are. now was this because we’re high?” she repeated his question back to him.

“no, rowan.” max mimicked her reply perfectly. “it’s because you’re hot. and a fucking tease. and because i couldn’t stand watching you grind against a random guy.”

“oh so that’s what got you so possessive. interesting.”

“considering of using it against me in the future?”

“was this not a one time thing?”

“of course it was. unless you don’t want it to be.”

and with those words echoing in her mind, rowan made her way into the shower, with max following suit. they washed themselves and each other, with gentle, caring and slow motions that were only fit for a couple as spent and still considerably intoxicated, as they were. the only thing breaking the silence was the water that was running.

once they got out of the shower, neither of them cared about clothes. what they cared about was sleep, and rowan took a step towards the living room, headed for the couch that almost had her body’s print on its pillows. but without uttering a single word, max lead her to the bedroom instead without thinking twice about it.

content from those moments of intimacy, max slept better than he had in a long time. but when he slept through his alarms the next morning, and woke up with the sun shining right through his window and hitting his face, rowan was not in his arms or by his side. he came to realise that she wasn’t in the house at all. neither her nor any trace of her ever being there, except for her smell on his sheets.

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and they were roommates!!! part 2

this is part two of what has been my favourite thing to write to date

for those that followed this from part one, thank you for your patience, i hope this doesn't let you down.

for those reading this for the first time, getting to part one first might be a good idea, this is a heavily plot based smut fic (words i thought i'd never say)

warnings: s m u t , (probably) mentions of oueed and alcohol, unprotected sex, another author's note in the end.

oh and in true theo fashion, this has not been proofread, or beta'd

word count: 16,722

“i am going to kill you with my own bare hands.” great start to a family conversation. max heard his sister sigh on the other side of the line.

“whatever did i ever do this time, dear brother?”

“you know damn well what you did, you ruined my summer break!”

“oh get off it, you still have almost three weeks-”

“whose idea was rowan? yours. and a bad one at that.”

“what did she do this time?” max could hear victoria giving up, but if he knew his sister at all, she’d defend the girl to her dying breath. this was a losing battle already.

“she just up and left!”

“wouldn’t you be happy about that? having your place all to your own, the rest of your break-”

“no vic, you don’t understand.”

“oh you had sex and then she left. okay, so what’s the problem with that? don’t you do that with like, every other girl?”

“it’s not like that, it-”

“it’s exactly like that, emilian.” the use of his middle name made him cringe. “a girl left you before you could leave her. big deal. get over it.” and she hung up on him.

the sheer nerve this woman possessed was enough to drive him wild sometimes. he’d kill for his sister, but sometimes he swore he could kill her.

it wasn’t about rowan leaving after he shared his bed with her -which was pretty sacred, but for the moment a bit beside the point. it was about how she left, like a thief in the night, leaving no trace, no way of contacting her again behind. and sure, that sounds exactly like what he might have done a couple times in the past. but he hadn’t spent a week playing house with those girls, he barely even knew their name. so yes, rowan leaving like that was quite rude. and he took it personally.

defeated, he took his morning coffee to the living room and sat on the couch. it was a comfortable couch and he’d forgotten how it felt; it had been rowan’s for a bit more than a week. yet another reminder. max cursed and took out his phone, determined to find her. at least know where she went after ditching him. that would only be fair, right?

he went through his sister’s followers on instagram, a painstaking and headache inducing process, but came up empty; there was no mention of any rowan on all the handles he checked. how could a girl like that not have instagram? unless she didn’t have her name on the handle, but who does that? still, it was somewhat of a lead, so he searched again. and again. and again, he found nothing. it was like the woman was a ghost.

perhaps it was for the best to think of this as a unique, one time experience, remember it fondly and get on with his life. max really tried to ponder on that thought, internalise it, make it happen. remember rowan as a pleasurable memory. even though pleasurable wasn’t doing justice to the feeling of her soft lips around his cock. fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it. absentmindedly he gave his cock a couple familiar tugs before shaking his head. remembering her wouldn’t work. he needed to forget.

he took a cold shower and went for a run, realising after the fact that the order of those tasks should’ve been in reverse. still, he was home alone. he could sit in his filth for a few minutes before taking yet another shower. and despite that annoyance, his headache of where rowan was was still lingering, without any signs of subsiding.

she probably went home, but where was even that? her accent didn’t give anything away, and all their conversations were in english, so she wasn’t dutch. but she wasn’t british either, she didn’t speak in an accent he recognised. but rowan is an english name.

and how did she get enough money to afford a last minute plane ticket to literally anywhere? oh god, what if she hitchhiked her way out of the country? it was a dangerous idea, as dangerous as it was free and rowan was more than capable of thinking it would work out just fine. if she wanted out so bad, at the very least she could’ve asked for a ride. stubborn woman.

she was a mystery, a ghost and a constant migraine, from the moment she walked into his life. she’d turned everything upside down and now he couldn’t even find her to… why would he need to find her anyway? give her a piece of his mind, give her front row seats to how irresponsibly she’d acted, how worried he was? as cathartic as that sounded, it wasn’t excuse enough. part of him wanted to fuck her again, he wasn’t nearly done doing everything he wanted to do to her. but it wasn’t a good idea to focus on that for the time being.

what was a better idea would be to ask victoria for help, at least rowan’s number or if she knew where she was. maybe he’d even settle with assurance that she was okay. was he really prepared to have his sister mock him for the rest of their lives over that? was that itch in his chest, the need to know worth it? the thought didn’t ponder in his head for long, as his fingers were already finding his sister’s contact in his phone and tapped on the call button.

“can you give me her number?” pleasantries were something he just couldn’t be bothered with at the moment.

“hi yourself. and wait. rowan didn’t give you her number? not even once?”

“slim chance i’d need it twice, wouldn’t it be?”

“fine be an asshole about it. and the answer is no. and before you get ahead of yourself, it’s not because i’m holding a grudge, which i should. it’s because if she didn’t give you her number, she didn’t want you to have it.”

“maybe the thought didn’t occur to her and now she can’t reach me if she wants to.”

“can’t see why she’d want to.” he could see vic just staring at her nails, indifferent, pretending to be oblivious in an attempt to bruise his ego. it would have worked if matters weren’t so pressing, so a tired sigh was the only response he gave. “okay, fine, you know what? if she calls asking for your number, i’ll give it to her. sound good?”

“but what if she doesn’t?”

“then you’ll just have to live with that.”

“vic, come on. i need to hear she’s okay. i don’t know what you think you know, but it’s more complicated than that.”

“is it now?” she chuckled. let the mocking begin.

“just… please.”

“no. getting the two of you together was a mistake, i thought i was doing an old friend a favour and hoped you’d get a kick out of it as well. but i can’t take your whining -which apparently hasn’t stopped even now that she’s gone- and god knows i won’t be able to take rowan’s as well if i give you her number. i’m sorry max, i’m not budging on that one.”

“now who’s being an asshole? and i’ll forgive you for letting her into my house without my consent if you give me her number. consider your sins absolved.”

“are you seriously blackmailing me?”

“pretty much, yeah.”

“and i’m the asshole?!”

“pretty much, yeah.”

at this point max was running out of options and he was almost certain his pacing would leave a mark on the hardwood floor. besides, a little blackmail among siblings never hurt anyone. once again though, vic hung up on him. exasperated, he tossed his phone on the couch, relived to hear it hit against the pillows and not the floor by accident.

he hopped in the shower for the second and probably not final time that day and his mind was racing through so many things at once that not even the cold water could bring to a halt. flashing memories of the last night the spent together blended with laughs shared over meals, rowan flashing him a smile as she cooked, or when he got home and found her on the couch reading a book with sassy curled next to her.

and all that was mixed with questions answered by theories that bore even more questions, mental images of where rowan might have grown up, how she ended up stranded in monaco of all places, who her friends were, how she stayed in touch with vic without max ever hearing her name mentioned once, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. regrettably for him, his sister was the only person that could even begin to answer any of those questions.

“if you’ve called to beg again, i’m hanging up right now.”

seems that it was victoria’s turn to skip the pleasantries and max chuckled as he ran a towel through his hair, trying to get most of the moisture out.

“no dear sister. even though you do love to hear me beg.”

“true. continue.” her gracious highness granted him permission.

“if i can’t talk to rowan about it, i figured i’d ask you.” he started but was quickly cut off.

“please spare me the details.”

“it’s not about that, you idiot. i just want to know more about her.”

“suppose that can’t hurt.”

finally, a win, no matter how small.

“she mentioned we went karting together when we were kids. how did you stay friends without my knowing?”

“social media is a wonderful thing. we grew apart but then i found her on social and we started talking again.”

“how well would you say you know her?”

“well enough to let her into your home, max.” patience was running thin on victoria’s end and it was max’s cue to start with the more important questions.

“how did she end up in monaco with no place to go and no way out?”

“that’s not my story to tell, max. but i assure you there’s a very good reason behind it, and you did more good than you could possibly imagine.”

“so you know she’s fine?”

“jesus, of course i know she’s okay, what kind of person do you take me for?”

“okay, good. that’s good.”

“are we going to continue playing twenty questions?”

“one last question. how are your little devils?”

“growing and a pain in the ass. they miss their uncle.” her voice softened at max’s concern. not that it was a rare occurrence, but given the circumstances, she didn’t think that there would be much room for anything else than what seemed to be his current obsession.

“i’ll be home to see them as soon as i can. i miss them too. i miss you. how are you holding up?”

“by a thread.” she chuckled. “not but really, mom and tom have been my lifesavers, i couldn’t do it all without them.”

“ouch.”

“you know what i mean, max. you can’t watch the kids while i’m having back to back meetings or when i just need a glass of wine.”

“yeah, yeah, i get it. it’s nice to feel useful though.”

“you’re loved, smart and important. but i have to go, lukas is trying to climb my leg like a tree.”

“mildly concerning. off you go, remind your son he’s a boy, not a monkey.”

“love ya.” the words were rushed and max barely had any time to say them back before he heard the sound to indicate that the call was over.

so she was okay, so the important bit was out of the way. and she was on social media, and his sister’s social media at that. perhaps he hadn’t looked hard enough. maybe going through the likes on vic’s posts would do it? a shot in the dark, but again, better than nothing.

cross-referencing handles on the likes with the ones that stood out on victoria’s followers list turned out to be more fruitful than aimlessly scrolling and trying to determine if what he was seeing seemed like rowan. or at least the version of rowan he’d come to know, and he was so consumed by his moderate success and the feeling of getting closer and closer that once again, he didn’t stop to think anything other than his goal, repercussions be damned.

had he taken a minute or two to think this over, there was a chance he could have realised that maybe rowan didn’t want to be found, especially by him and the reasons were hers and hers alone. maybe he could have seen that at the end of the day, there was nothing to really bind them except for a… unique week. like that kid you meet while on vacation, have fun with them and then never see them again, but in a moderately more adult version. and there would be nothing wrong with that. except he didn’t take a minute, there was no way for any of those thoughts to cross his mind, when finding her took up all the space in his brain. maybe it was a bruise to his ego, being left like that before even the morning after, that he needed to correct. maybe it was that raw connection drawing him back to her, pulling him like a magnet to wherever she may be. it could be so many things, and he didn’t care about any of them. the reason why didn’t matter; only the result.

finally having found an account that might have been rowan’s, max tapped on the blue request to follow button and hoped for the best. the account was private and there was no mention of her name nor was a face visible in the small avatar. It was an educated guess at best, and it could go both ways. maybe he’d have spent all that time on the wrong person. worse yet, he’d found her and she wouldn’t grant him access to the profile, deleting his request. it wasn’t a risk he was comfortable with, but it was one he had to take anyway. from where he stood, he saw no other option.

mental exhaustion was creeping in, as was a migraine that he’d somehow been holding back all this time. max locked the phone and with a flick of his wrist threw it to the side, deciding that he’d had enough screen time for the day. he thought of calling a friend, go out for a drink -or five- but ultimately, did nothing. a quiet night in would be best, to enjoy the silence and serenity his home used to offer up until the week before. he’d crack a beer, watch the sunset, annoy his cats; all things he used to do to unwind.

max did just that, and mechanically walked over to the fridge, grabbed a can and went outside, pausing only to pick up jimmy so he could annoy him with a view. and for a while, everything was back to normal, it felt like there was a way back after all. until he started to really relax though and let his mind wander as the sun sank into the ocean, coating it a warm orange and pink. the first stars were barely just twinkling when max noticed the rails on his balcony and his mind rushed to remind him how he would have loved the opportunity to take rowan right there. the light would look amazing on her skin, and now that he knew exactly how she felt, underneath his fingertips and around his cock, it was much harder to snap out of it, so he didn’t; he allowed the fantasy to play out in a hazy daydream as his hand automatically reached under his pants. as that daydream came to a climax, so did max, and the only thing he could make up his mind about was that he probably wouldn’t bother with washing those pants but throw them away entirely.

the aftermath of his orgasm had him in a trance and found himself naked in his bed, certain that he could still smell a bit of her on the pillowcase before drifting off to a dreamless sleep. but even so, he knew that there was no escaping her.

the next morning, morning number two without rowan, max fumbled on his nightstand to find his phone, with sleep still in his eyes and no luck on the first task of the day. as the gears turned in his brain, he realised that not only he’d left his phone in the living room, but he also probably slept through his alarms and without getting up there was no way of telling the time, completely forgetting about the watch he always wore on his right wrist.

heavy movement got him to the living room and as the brightness on his phone made him squint, he made out that among his usual gazillion notifications, there was one that stood out: the account he played sherlock holmes for the day before had approved of his follow request. suddenly wide awake without a single drop of caffeine in his bloodstream, max opened the notification and the person’s profile, eager to see rowan’s face again. except he didn’t. the profile was one of a perfect stranger, so the whole endeavour had proven a complete bust.

defeated and tired he started going about his usual morning routine, topped with a giant homemade iced coffee as a treat. just as he was about to settle down, his phone rang and max’s initial excitement wore off when he saw the caller id. it was just his trainer, calling to remind him that they’d see each other again toward the end of the summer break, wishing him to enjoy the rest of his vacation and making some god awful small talk. to his own surprise, max survived the call without jumping off his balcony, and tried his best to finally relax.

and that was a plan that worked for him for roughly two minutes, until his phone rang again and he answered using the reflexes bradley had worked hard to help him achieve, not bothering to hide his annoyance at the first ‘hello’.

“is that how you greet an old friend?” he heard rowan’s voice from the other end of the call. it would suffice to say he was left speechless, not really knowing how to respond. “heard you were looking for me.” she stated after the silence got a bit too awkward.

“yeah…” he stammered a reply.

“what for?”

“i was worried, you just left like that and i-”

“i’m fine, max.” she’d never called him by his first name. not when they were just talking, anyway.

“you don’t sound fine.”

“well, i am. would that be all?”

why was she so eager to hang up on him? she was the one who called him to begin with. if she wanted nothing to do with him, all she had to do was ignore him, and victoria, who without a doubt was the one that gave her his number.

“i wanted to talk. are you still in monaco?”

“no, i left yesterday.”

“great, i’ll book you a flight. where are you?”

“i don’t see how that’s necessary.”

“or i could come to you, i am on my break after all.”

“oh so nothing better to do, let’s booty call rowan via proxy?”

“you know that that’s not what this is about.”

“do i?” she raised her voice, shocked by his audacity. she only existed for him when he wanted an easy fuck. and that was okay for the first time around, but going to such lengths for a second time was excessive if not weird.

“well, you would if you knew the first thing about me. i wanted to see if you’re okay and talk about how we left things.”

“i’m fine and there’s nothing to talk about. we said it was a one time thing and i got out of your way as soon as i could, as planned. now if i’ve answered all your questions-”

“don’t you dare hang up on me, rowan.” voice was stern, words conveyed an order, not a request nor urgency.

“or what, you’ll lock me in my room?”

“i haven’t forgotten about your breaking and entering and i have a very good lawyer.”

“oh shiver me timbers!” she tried to be sarcastic, she really did. and she might have succeeded, if it wasn’t for the smile max could hear in her words. rowan wasn’t keen on testing whether max was being serious or not; she knew he wasn’t, and now he knew she knew. this entire thing was giving her a headache, one she hadn’t missed from her days staying with him.

“look, i’m really grateful for letting me stay with you. i know it wasn’t ideal for you…” she tried to tiptoe around… everything. especially the last night she was there. “and like i said, i never wanted to be a bother. so as soon as i got the chance, i left you be. doesn’t mean i don’t appreciate all you did for me.” and by god, he’d done so much more than he could ever understand. he probably didn’t even mean to, or even want to, but he’d done so much and while it was all good, unbeknownst to him, what he did or didn’t do carried so many repercussions.

“you could’ve at least said goodbye, stayed over for coffee.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” and she genuinely was. for so many things she couldn’t even begin to talk about.

max believed her. she was sorry. but that’s not what he wanted to talk to her about, an apology barely even made the list.

“are you sure you’re okay?”

“jesus verstappen, yes, i’m fine!” she chuckled, taken aback by his persistent concern.

“and you do know that you’re welcome here whenever you want, right? of course, you know where the spare key is and everything.”

“that’s very kind of you.” that was all she had to say. that was all she could say. there was no way to talk about how her mind was flooded with memories of how she got into his house in the first place, finding the spare key and letting herself in, exploring the house, getting to know max’s cats and making herself at home. only this time, along with a tang of nostalgia, those memories were altered; she could see herself letting herself in again, but this time around max would be there to greet her with a warm hug, jimmy and sassy would instantly tangle themselves between her legs, and maybe she’d fall, but max would catch her. she’d played house for too long. but though she tried, there was no shaking those thoughts away.

“so you still won’t come?” only when he spoke did rowan realise how long the silence was.

“don’t you have better friends to spend your vacation with?”

“of course i do. but i want to spend it with you.” there was a a deliberate pause between his sentences. it was a sweet sentiment. such a shame rowan didn’t buy it. all she heard was that he wanted easy access to a good fuck for the rest of the month.

“i thought you couldn’t get rid of me fast enough.” she tried to remain civil.

“oh just get your ass over here. even for just two hours. one coffee. or drink. or dinner. anything.”

“verstappen, are you asking me out?”

“you wish.” he scoffed, a little too quick to dismiss her. “can i be completely honest?”

“no. lie to me.”

“i don’t want you to come, i don’t ever want to talk to you again, i’m not even in the tiniest bit worried about how the fuck you got out of monaco. and of course i haven’t spent the past two days trying not to think about you.” those would have been the hardest lies max would have ever told, save for the smile lacing his words. “so no, i don’t want to see you. i dread the thought of having this conversation in person.”

rowan wasn’t quite sure how to respond. it was obvious he didn’t mean any of that. so why did a part of her wish he did? why would she think it would be easier if it were true? there was resentment in her heart, for fluttering even just a little when she heard him speak.

“okay, i’m hanging up now, good talking to you verstappen.”

“what did i tell you about hanging up on me?” there he was again, using his serious voice, leaving rowan just holding the phone, motionless and staring at the wall. how did he manage to have such a hold on her? wasn’t she better than that already? apparently not. or at least not as much as she’d like to think. “still there, aren’t you?” she could hear his smirk and it was infuriating.

“yes.” she replied through gritted teeth.

“good. if you’re not coming to me, let me come to you. where are you?”

“home.”

“and where would that be, princess?” god, she could kill him for that condescending tone in a heartbeat.

“you are not coming here.”

“try me. text me the address.” and he hung up on her. fuck max verstappen.

but in a twisted turn of her brain wirings, rowan did text him the address, curious to see if he’d keep his word; conflicted on whether she wanted him to keep it or not.

the next few of hours had been a blur for max, from packing a small suitcase -just in case- to making arrangements for his jet to be wheels up asap, everything had felt a little like a fever dream, not quite there but still hanging tight on reality.

rowan on the other hand was enjoying a glass of chilled white wine at the comfort of her home, devouring a random -and probably not so good- book she picked at the airport. she couldn’t care less about the plot. getting even tipsy while also actively trying not to think about max was an achievable goal for the evening. it’s not like he’d be knocking on her front door, why would he do that? it was an exchange, he have her his couch and she gave him home-cooked meals, she let him have some of her pot and he gave her three orgasms. tit for tat, end of exchange and conversation.

sure, she left in a rush, but she did apologise for that. and that’s the reason she got his number from victoria in the first place. and when vic texted her to let her know that max was looking for her, she put on a brave face and went about it as maturely as she possibly could. she did wonder for a minute or two if it was enough, but dismissed the thought entirely. she did get the apology out of the way and it was sincere. that was all that mattered, and it gave her closure. it felt good, to actually get some of that, closure. it was a new feeling, but damn it was finally right. a chapter closed. said and done. so why did the protagonist in her book look like him when she pictured him?

rowan did try to rationalise it, she really did. he’s the last man you actually saw, it’s only natural he’s the first person to pop in your head when reading about a blonde guy with blue eyes. he was practically the only person she saw for a week, that’s how she’d made any sense out of it, entirely forgetting his friends at the club and having the stranger she’d been dancing with that night completely erased from her memory.

if she had to be honest with herself, her attempt at actively not thinking about max was not going so well. but she didn’t have to be honest with herself, so only a small effort was wasted on silencing that voice in her head and trying to focus back on her book. her concentration did not break, even with the distinct sound of the intercom in her apartment buzzing.

mechanically, she walked over to the device on the wall next to her door and pushed on the small button, eyes still glued on the page she was on. it was probably the ubereats she forgot she ordered. except it wasn’t, and as she stood by the open door, leaning on the frame with the book in her hands, she looked up to greet the delivery guy. instead of a cholesterol induced heart attack in a bag however, what stood before her was max, in the flesh.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” she managed to say after staring at him for a couple of seconds at a complete loss.

“you did text me your address.”

“and here you are.”

“obviously.”

“why.” not a question, a statement.

“jesus christ, i told you! i wanted to see you, talk to you. in person.”

rowan let him in and took her seat on the stool of the kitchen island, leaving the book and taking a hold and a brave swing of her wine. max was following suit, albeit a little confused at the girl’s reaction. for him it was so straightforward and obvious that he’d be there, like they’d made plans for coffee.

“okay, talk.”

“how did you leave?”

“booked a flight.”

“thought you were broke.”

“someone in my family finally came through.”

“why didn’t you say goodbye?”

“is this a conversation or twenty questions?”

“it is whatever you want it to be. so, why didn’t you say goodbye?”

“i want this to be over.”

max’s face fell. rowan was serious; her tone had not changed from the moment he stepped through the door, emotionless. maybe she meant the conversation. maybe she meant whatever they had. either way, max was not prepared for such an answer. against all evidence, he was sure that rowan wouldn’t be that person, she wouldn’t be the one to be so harsh and borderline rude. but here they were, staring at each other without saying a word.

“if you didn’t want me here why did you tell me where you were? hell, why did you call?”

both perfectly valid questions that the girl did not have the answer to. impulsive decisions she thought herself wiser than to make. there was no plan to backfire, but that was exactly what it felt like. max put her on the spot and she couldn’t do anything but keep staring back at him.

the man could go on a rant on how fucked up this was, but it would be pointless. it was evident that he was not wanted there and he started questioning why he went through all that trouble. with a sigh, he gave up after a few moments of trying to find a reason to stay, to excuse this whole charade and convince himself that he was welcome.

“nevermind, forget i was ever here. or that any of this happened. whatever. have a good one.” he muttered while looking down and turning on his heels to leave.

in another impulsive decision she was sure to regret, it was rowan’s turn to grab him by the wrist and prevent him from leaving.

“i’m sorry. i’m going through some stuff.” she had no intention of opening up that can of worms, especially not to max verstappen. he had better things to do than waste his time on her issues and she should be better than to drag him in them. perhaps it might have been for the best to let things end like that, plain badly, two people with enough resentment for each other to help them move on faster than the speed of light. but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. she was not this person and he deserved better.

“hope it gets better for you soon.” he freed himself from her grip and continued to make his way to the door, not bothering to look at her. his patience was running thin and from nothing, this had become something and that something was no laughing matter. his temper was getting the best of him, casting a shadow over rowan’s poor attempt at an excuse.

with a loud thud the door closed behind him and max was out of the door and her life, exactly like she walked out of his.

a couple days went by with radio silence. max was almost content with the idea that his life would continue to be exactly as he expected it before it got turned upside down and inside out by a virtual stranger. in this endeavour, in the midst of his summer break when he didn’t have intense training and strategy sessions to drain all his energy, or the adrenaline of a grand prix weekend, but instead he had all the free time in the world, he took up a new hobby to fill his time. sat in his balcony, overseeing the sea as the sun painted everything in pink and orange hues, he had a thick and well recommended fantasy book in one hand and a tall glass of iced tea in the other to combat the heat.

all seemed well for him, a good 80 pages into the story that had him immersed enough to almost not notice the unexpected buzz of his phone. the screen lit up with a notification, a text from rowan and all his peace and quiet fell apart in nanoseconds.

puzzled and curious, he opened it only to find himself even more puzzled and curious. it was a selfie, and she was in an uncharacteristically seductive pose; it was a mirror selfie, in what max could only presume was her bedroom, and there would be nothing weird about that. in the background he could see some minimalistic decorations on the wall and a plant that was close to dying hanging from the ceiling.

so, nothing out of the ordinary, save of course for the black satin nightdress that hung just below her hips, with thin lace straps and lining on the bust to bring just enough attention to her neck, shoulders and chest without revealing too much. and again, that may have been okay, but it wasn’t just that. she was staring at her reflection on the phone with an intense gaze and she had a nail in between her teeth, lips parted just enough. it wasn’t her bare legs, the thought of the satin fabric in between their bodies or even the tasteful hints at her body that made his cock twitch; it was her face and her eyes. it was those lips that he now knew damn well what they felt like.

he thought of replying with words -the debate of whether he would reply or not never even took place in his head-, but it felt strangely inadequate. he needed to pay back with the same coin, it was a matter of principle. in autopilot, his body dragged him to his own bedroom, where he took a similar photo. there was a small debate however, on whether it would be a serious one, him trying to do his thing, or if he’d full on imitate rowan’s pose. he thought of the latter to be the safest option, so there he was, in front of the very same mirror he was intent of having her see their reflection of their bodies colliding, fucking hard and fast, standing with only his grey athletic shorts, one finger hanging from his mouth, eyes fixed on the image on his screen. and send.

‘you’re not not malena.’ came her reply as fast as her fingers could type.

‘how perceptive of you’

‘this was not intended for you’

‘oh yeah? and who’s it for?’ obviously it was not for him. it would be stupid of him to think that after everything, she’d reach out again. perhaps it was even more stupid of him to engage. but he couldn’t resist. and the thought that she’d be sending those kind of photos to anyone else made his blood boil. he didn’t have any right to feel that way but that changed nothing. another stupid thing of him.

‘none of your business’

and she could’ve left it there. she sent the message and there were no more dots on the screen on either end. max was still staring at his phone though, and even though he didn’t know it, so was rowan. she fucked up. so damn much, it was almost incomprehensible. she’d left max with no explanation once before, he didn’t deserve for this to happen again.

‘it was for my best friend. her contact is usually the only one staring from m on my phone’ it was the truth. but would it be enough? would he leave it be? how much of an even bigger mess could she create?

‘and you send those kind of pics to all your best friends?’ a fair question, which demanded more explanation. rowan didn’t know whether to bite on her nails even harder to ease the anxiety or feel entirely exasperated. max was not just any man who would be satisfied with breadcrumbs. she knew better than that, appreciated and respected that. but at that point, it was not working to her advantage.

‘she needed some inspiration, spice things up with her boyfriend’ she yielded and told the truth again, no evasiveness.

‘you’re a good friend’ rowan chuckled bitterly at his response.

‘i try my best’

‘am i your friend?’ he couldn’t resist. apparently his self control had gone out the window for anything that concerned rowan and this was a new and wild feeling in his chest, like a fire that he didn’t have the means to put out, and it never really went away; it just felt a little bit more at home sometimes.

‘no. we’re not friends, max.

and i think it would be better if you lost my number.’

‘we both know i’m not going to do that’

‘and what do you intend to do?’

‘come over again and remind you why that would be a bad idea.’ which was a colossally bad idea in its own accord. the only justification max could give to why it sounded like a sound solution to the problem building inside of him was how hard she made him. he was thinking with his dick and there wasn’t much he could do to help it.

‘you’re talking big, verstappen’

‘don’t make me show you big’

‘go ahead, see if i’m phased’

max was not the person to send dick pics. he’d never done it and he could never see himself do something like that. that said, just a a close up of his crotch, the outline of his hardness clearly visible with his thumb tucked underneath and pushing the hem of his pants down ever so slightly was not a dick pic. one might even consider it tasteful.

rowan’s eyes were glued to the screen, unable to look away. he had some nerve, pushing boundaries like that. she did bring this on herself, although the blame game was not something she could focus on when her mouth was hanging agape and borderline salivating. so yeah, she was phased, and that much was evident from the radio silence that lasted a minute or two, which rowan spent looking at the photo.

‘not phased, huh?’

cocky son of a bitch.

‘so what you mean to tell me is that this didn’t remind you how it felt inside you

how it felt when i was fucking you

while you were touching yourself

cumming all over me’

rowan fell back on the bed, trying to find some soothing and cooling comfort in her white sheets with little success. even if her eyes weren’t running over the screen again and again, the words were etched in her mind, along with the memories they brought up to the surface. she remembered damn well how it felt, have him keep her eyes on them as he was pounding into her and her own hand was shamelessly rubbing her wet folds.

as if in a trance, the memory started blending with the present as her hand started reaching downwards, ready to recreate at least some of the sensations. before she could get below her belly, a ding from her phone brought her back to reality and she physically shook her head to try and get rid of the urges that had overcome her, thankful for the distraction. until she opened the notification.

‘still want me to lose your number, baby?’ fuck, the hold he had on her was out of this world. did he know what that word did to her? but this was not a good time to give in. so she decided to give up.

‘you’re a big boy, verstappen

do whatever you want’

‘what i want

requires consent’ he was not letting go, making this so much harder for rowan.

‘why can’t you let go?’

‘because you won’t let me’ he thought of whether he should elaborate on that or not. maybe it would feel better, that raging feeling, if he did.

‘because you just walked into my life

gave me an amazing week

and just fucking left, rowan.

without a single explanation or a god damn goodbye

and as much as i hate this, you have me hooked.’

‘because i left and bruised your precious ego?

you’re such a man.’ this was actually doing her so much good, it was slowly letting her get out of his hold, tearing down all the pedestals her little mind was too busy putting him on.

‘because you made me feel something and then you left.’

‘yeah, made you feel how good it is to have your cock sucked.’

‘phenomenal’ he had to admit. ‘but beside the point

the point is that i thought we made a good team

label that however you want.’

it was surreal, how they were having that conversation over texts. max had never had a serious discussion over text, he’d barely had one over the phone. the timing was as bad as any other moment. he may have let rowan push him out twice, but he wouldn’t let her get away from it this time; not without telling how he saw things.

rowan on the other hand was speechless yet again. the nerve, the audacity, the way he just went out and bared himself- it almost made her jealous.

‘you don’t want me on your team, verstappen’

‘it’s fine, i can fuck anything that’s bothering you out of your system ‘

‘is this all about sex to you?’

‘with you, it’s an added bonus

so is that a yes?’

he’d made up his mind. she didn’t want him involved in her drama and that was more than fine with him; there was not a single cell in his body that wanted to be involved anyway. what he did want was to be close to her, and to his own surprise, he’d been honest: it was not all about sex, but it was a great bonus. what it was mainly about was to get that feeling back, when they could be in the same room without talking and still feeling comfortable, when their endless banter was equally infuriating and entertaining, when he was with someone he didn’t have to explain himself to because they just get him. when his house felt like home, even for just a few days.

rowan had never felt more confused about such a straightforward statement. actually, confusion wasn’t the primary emotion; first, she was conflicted. whatever max could mean exactly, it wouldn’t matter one bit if it was the worst idea in any plane of existence. she tried to imagine how having anyone new in her life at the moment would play out and it all ended in blood, sweat and tears. she was not in any place to bring someone else into her shit, it would be selfish and irresponsible of her. but what if max didn’t have to be involved? not directly, anyway. suddenly, it felt like his proposal made sense.

‘even if i were to say yes

which im not

what would i be saying yes to?’

‘you clearly need a distraction

so do i

i don’t know what’s going on with you

you have no idea what’s going on with me

we just enjoy each other’s company whenever we feel like it.’

‘and that involves sex.’

‘would you get your mind out of the fucking gutter?’

‘maybe you can fuck that out of me as well ’

‘can’t believe i’m saying this

rowan please focus.

are we a team?’

she didn’t reply straight away. she wanted to get this over with, rip the bandaid. tell him that this would never work, that it was inevitable things would get complicated, one way or the other. but she couldn’t bring herself to say, or even type the words. so she waited until it would feel easier to do.

hours passed and day gave in to night, and rowan had still not touched her phone, entirely out of fear that she’d say the wrong thing, whatever that was. she got ready for bed early for her standards, but the heat along with the emotional toll she bore was getting too much. once her head hit the pillow, her mind started drifting and scrambled thoughts came down to one: max. she decided that visualising their texts like a face to face conversation would help her make up her mind, see how that would never work and finally put things to rest with a simple no. one word, two letters.

at first, she imagined him alone in his room, in his bed, like she’d been, and as the conversation progressed, her mind inserted more details. she could see first hand every eye roll, every exasperated sigh, every grimace at her replies, every single time he held his breath as she typed. before long, her physical presence was inserted to the scene, and it was as if max couldn’t see her at first, still hooked on his phone. he was typing away furiously, and rowan wandered at which part. he was typing a lot… and then it was as if she could hear his thoughts that got transcribed without much alteration.

“how it felt when i was fucking you, while you were touching yourself, cumming all over me”

rowan heard herself audibly sigh as she heard those words fall from his lips. it was one thing to read them, and entirely different to hear him say them, even in her mind. that was what seemed to get max to realise that rowan was sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, one knee bent on the mattress, body turned to face him. and that seemed to help him notice that she was there, in the actual room with him.

“still want me to lose your number, baby?” a cocky smirk laced his lips as he looked at her with eyes that were way too sure of the answer for rowan’s comfort. in her mind at least, max knew exactly how weak that word made her and she hated him for it. in fact, she hated him enough to attack him in the only way she knew how: by kissing him feverishly, quickly straddling him and breaking contact only to remove her nightgown.

what followed was an exact replica of their last night together, every touch, word, sound replayed in her mind and all she could do was ride along, try to satiate the hunger with her fingers. soon -sooner than usual- it was over and instead of a clearer head, as she expected, she was left with an empty feeling in her core and one word tumbling out of her mouth.

‘yes’ she typed out and tapped on send, turning her phone off right after, ensuring a very sleepless night ahead.

max received the text hours later from his last message to rowan. specifically, it was almost 4 am and he hadn't slept a wink. it's not like he didn't try to sleep, get his mind off things, but it was as futile an attempt as the ones that came before that.

he tried to avoid thinking about what rowan might be doing or thinking to take this long to respond, if she was going to reply at all. and even in his wildest fantasies, he would have never guessed that the girl spent the better part of those hours fantasising about him, edging herself in denial time and time again before finally giving in and texting him back. after all that had happened, rowan thinking about sex, with him especially, wouldn't cross his mind. perhaps because that was exactly what he'd done, and the chances of her doing the same seemed slim to none. either way, her text had found him sleepless and frustrated in more ways than he cared to count. finally, as his screen lit up in the middle of the night, he was able to close his eyes and rest, curious and excited about the days to come.

‘does that mean you're coming back?'

'in your dreams, verstappen'

'in my dreams you're already here'

'good, you can savour the feeling then'

'are you ever going to stop acting like a brat?'

'am not.'

'are too'

'im not playing this game'

'okay, what do you want to play?'

'youre unbelievable and im an adult with responsibilities.

surely your spoiled ass wouldn't know how that feels like'

'youre impossible'

and that was it. the bubbles vanished and suddenly his phone lost all the excitement it ever held, feeling just like another tiny and slim brick in his hand.

max decided to go for a run, and in the midst of sweat and trying to control his breathing, his mind wandered. unsurprisingly, to rowan. what was a surprise however was the fact that his thoughts were not occupied with her in a similar situation, skimpily dressed, skin glistening with sweat and shaky breathing. no, this time all he could do was wonder how he ended up in that situation, entangled so deeply and so fast that he'd defied all defence mechanisms he'd worked so hard on building up all those years.

he'd become a master of keeping everyone at bay, showing them only parts of him that made them feel okay and him safe. his friends were few and unknowingly tested over the years, and that's how he liked it. and then came she, barging into his life and having him express his... ugh.. feelings in what, two weeks? that was a level of vulnerability no one had achieved, not even his sister.

what was so special about rowan? or what had broken in him to have them end up like that? it was so fucked up he couldn’t even tell what they ended up like. like friends? lovers? were they in a relationship? that was the only thing that was surely off the table. sure, they’d spent a week together, but he didn’t know anything about her at the end of the day. and he wasn’t one to risk himself and his career with a relationship. what he did know was that he wanted her in his life and the only logic that kicked in was to ensure that it would be in the most no-strings-attached way possible.

he’d never been this impulsive, always calculated and focused. now he could barely keep his head in taking the route he did every day for his runs and that was a problem in more ways than simply ending up someplace else entirely and winding up a bit lost for half an hour. and that was all on her. even if he didn’t really know who she was or what she was to him, it was her.

he’d given up on trying to convince himself that it wasn’t about rowan, that it was just about a good fuck and having someone else in the house rather than being alone. but he liked being on his own, he’d never questioned it before. and he could throw a pebble and it would land on a girl who could give him a good fuck. well, admittedly, perhaps not as good. he was ways away from getting her out of his system. he hated to think that, but rowan was… special. he lacked a better word, he hated the word ‘special’. but any other adjective would just not be enough; anything else would only scratch the surface and he was itching to scratch and scratch and scratch until he felt satiated. if one thing made sense in his entire uncharacteristic behaviour was that bottom line, it was all for selfish reasons. it made him feel good and if rowan got something out of it -which he’d make sure she did, because funnily enough, he enjoyed that as well- even better. maybe it wasn’t about her, after all. maybe it was about him. and that bit of rationalisation made sense, enough to make his mid grow a little quieter, even for a while.

as he headed home and turned the key into the lock of his apartment, the silence was deafening once more, even more so now that his brain wasn’t blasting at full volume thoughts and images trying to make two and two equal five.

jimmy and sassy were quick to rub on his legs as soon as he took off his shoes, making sure to follow him around as we went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face before gathering up enough strength for a full shower. cats still magically not tripping over his feet, he took a short video and sent it to rowan, as if it were totally normal. ‘they miss you’ his text read.

‘i miss them too ‘

‘are you going to do something about it?’

‘are we still talking about the cats?’ she spent a minute or two thinking over the text before sending it. as much as she loved the furry little bastards and did miss them, they were not exactly what she wanted to talk about.

‘of course we are. kittens love the attention

i think they feel a bit neglected ever since you left

a few seconds passed before his next text, words that begged to be let out.

do you have anything else in mind that might need my attention?’

‘hm… i’d have to think about it’ she tried to buy a bit more time, keep herself from making mistake after mistake.

‘i’ll hop in the shower. when i come back, i expect to look at my phone and see a response’

and true to his word, he put his phone down and jumped in the shower, leaving rowan speechless. she had about ten minutes to decide her course of action. she could just give him a list of all the quirks of jimmy and sassy she’d come to know, point out that that’s what he needed to pay attention to. that would be the sensible thing to do, kill the vibe and get out. fast.

her mind however raced towards other alternatives, swinging between sending him another photo of her, this time on purpose, or just fucking with him to get a reaction. the clock was ticking and she was running out of time. quickly, she typed in: ‘a response’ and tapped on send. now all she had to do was wait -not so patiently- for a text back.

max opened the text and sighed. he should’ve seen that one coming, of course rowan would be annoying about it.

‘when you’re done playing games, i’d like to have a conversation

like adults’

in a not so weird word association game, hair brain hot wired and she went to work, standing in front of the mirror. she was on her knees, legs spread and ass touching her heels, her oversized tshirt riding up on her hips. she tried to tug the shirt downward, in what could be perceived as an attempt to keep her modesty -but in reality, it was outlining her breasts perfectly as the fabric stretched over her shirt. satisfied, she snapped the photo and then tried something even more straightforward, dragging a her index finger over her stomach and upwards, taking her shirt along, leaving her panties exposed, her stomach and just a bit of her cleavage. snapping another photo, she couldn’t decide which one she liked best, so it was only wise to send both.

the first one was followed by a text:

‘adult enough for you?’

and without wasting any more time, she sent the second one.

‘how about now?’

he was going to kill her. or she was going to kill him, whichever came first. all annoyance -and everything else- forgotten, his reply was a simple statement.

‘looks like there is something else that needs my attention’

‘i can manage perfectly fine on my own, thank you’

‘show me’ he got bold and he knew it, but damn that woman knew exactly which buttons to press.

‘looks like you can’t manage on your own’

‘don’t test me.’

‘or?’

‘or i’ll be knocking on your front door again’

‘and i won’t let you in’

‘we both know you will’

she would. as much as she hated it, one way or another she was at his beck and call, wrapped around his finger with no means of escape. rowan though didn’t want an escape. what she wanted was more of that quiet in her mind when he was with her, how everything went away but that moment, how easily it all flowed and how she could be true to herself without feeling judged, because max was just as bad.

if max were knocking on her door, she’d be letting him in without a second thought, or wasting a single precious moment before closing any and all space between them. while her mind being so completely and utterly calm in his presence, her body was on fire, one he could ignite with just one simple text. by god, she hated him for it. he had her focused, only for him. max held too much power and he could never find that out.

what she couldn’t nor wanted to hide was all this back and forth had her frustrated beyond anything she could have ever imagined. as much as she liked bragging earlier, she could not manage on her own, no matter how hard she tried. all she could do was try again and again and again, as she already had. no matter how many times her body convulsed or how sore her fingers were, it wasn’t enough.

‘and even if did, then what?’

‘then i’d be more than happy to show you that i can make you cum better than those pretty little fingers of yours’

‘go ahead then

show me, if you’re so good.’

he didn’t reply. max was very close to complying, keeping true to his word and spending the next three hours getting back to her door. deciding that he’d have enough though, he booked rowan tickets for the next flight to monaco and scheduled an uber to be at her place three hours before the departure. if his math was correct, she was a bit more than twelve hours from being back at his place. his resolve had been tested enough. it was time hers was too.

‘go to sleep baby

i’ll have a surprise waiting for you in the morning’

rowan woke up the exact same way she fell asleep: abruptly and with very little sense of the time. her phone was blowing up, someone kept calling her and interrupting her restless sleep.

“what?” she picked up the phone with sleep still in her voice, angry for the rude wakeup call.

“wake up, your uber is waiting for you downstairs.” she heard max’s voice and then the distinct sound of the call dropping, not giving her any time to ask the questions that were popping up one by one. what uber? where was she going? what time even was it? was he serious?

she got up at lightning speed and looked out her window. it sure looked like an uber was waiting, but she still wasn’t convinced it was for her. curiosity winning the battle against her soft bed, she got hastily dressed and made her way to the car.

“you rowan?” spoke the driver from his rolled down window, finger gliding his sunglasses down his nose to look at her.

“yeah…” pieces were clicking together. max did not bullshit her. which made things even weirder. “can you give me like, 10 minutes? keep the meter running, or whatever ubers have.” and with that she turned around and ran back inside her apartment.

she’d never gotten ready so fast in her life, brushing her teeth while peeing and thinking of what she needed to pack -just in case. in a record time of 7 and a half minutes, she was already on her way back down, small bag with the essentials packed.

thanking the driver for waiting, she got in the backseat of the car, debating on whether it would be too rude to ask him to stop for a coffee to go. after a while that seemed too long, her chance was gone and she was being driven around, abruptly woken up from a restless sleep without a single shot of espresso to make things easier. hell, at that point, she’d go for an instant coffee from the supermarket if that meant her eyes would stop watering and closing, and her jaw would keep its place as the relentless yawning would stop.

she must have dozed off for a part of the drive, as her eyes opened up wide when the car was decelerating, assuming they’d reached their destination, leaving rowan confused. why was she at the airport? she was broke, looking at the taxi meter on the driver’s app, she was about to be even more broke. someone needed to pay that man 45 euros as if she wasn’t strapped in for cash already. still, reluctantly she got her wallet out, hoping and praying that she’d have enough.

“oh no, it’s already paid for.” she heard the man say and a weight was lifted off her chest. it was in that exact moment she realised that she and her 50 euros would need to last more than some of her past relationships if she was going to survive.

either way, she felt an obligation to leave the man a tip for having put up with her, parting reluctantly with a 5 euro bill, a wide and fake smile plastered on her face and a thank you so much leaving through gritted teeth.

thankful to be out of the car and near anywhere she could get herself a coffee, rowan made her way inside, in search of a coffee shop more than anything else. her search was quickly derailed however, from a buzz coming from her phone. another text from max.

‘hope you enjoyed the ride’

‘maybe it would’ve been better if you were driving’

‘maybe

but now you have a plane to catch, get your ass to your gate!!!’

‘i never booked a flight??”

‘i did

sending you over the information now’

and sure enough, within a few seconds time, her phone buzzed with another notification, an email forwarded to her in screenshots with all information necessary for her to board the next flight to monaco, which left in a bit more than an hour. just enough time to go through security and maybe enjoy a coffee at the gate, if she turned her steps to strides that would match a marathon runner. god she needed a smoke. anything to fill up her lungs sounded so damn good. but she quit ‘conventional’ smoking a few months ago -curtesy of her ex- and she wasn’t about to pick it up again now.

instead, she put on her big girl shoes, strapped them up and determined to yell at max to his face for ruining her day, she started going through all the airport motions she hated with a passion. a couple kilometeres of walking through the unending hallways of the airport, rowan found herself in front of her gate which was oh so conveniently house also to a starbucks. without thinking of her bleeding wallet she got herself a venti iced salted caramel macchiato and sipped it as she waited to board.

her mind was surprisingly quiet considering the circumstances, but she could barely register what had happened, much less overthink it as the caffeine was still slowly working its magic in her system. there was not a memorable thing about the airport, but she absentmindedly made a point of noting the blue on the seats, the yellow-ish beige of the curtains, even how many outlets were around here and how strategically and practically they were placed. to her surprise and amusement, it looked like there were enough outlets for a busy day. rowan also really wanted to people watch, but her plans fell short when she realised that in her near vicinity the only people were herself and the nice lady at the gate who was waiting patiently to get the order and board rowan into the plane.

the call finally came and rowan had her ticket checked and escorted into the plane, past where she thought she’d be seated and straight into business class. max hadn’t cheaped out on the expenses, and probably unbeknownst to him, didn’t make anything too extravagant that would leave her in an awkward situation. business class was not first class and it certainly wasn’t his private jet. an uberx or whatever they were called was more than a simple uber, but it still wasn’t a rented limousine or anything like that. and now that rowan was caffeinated -still not quite ready to face the weird day ahead, but at least caffeinated- she could appreciate how he didn’t go all out. it didn’t seem like a desperate cry for help or attention. it seemed like what it probably was: getting her there and having her arrive in comfort, which was greatly appreciated. it didn’t make up for the fact that he dragged her out of the comfort of her own bed and house on a fucking whim, though.

when she finally planted her feet in monaco soil, rowan was looking around like a lost puppy, trying to see if max had rented out yet another car to drive her around, or if she could take her own cab this time around, feel a bit more like a person and herself. god forbid anything that involved max would ever feel normal.

a black aston martin vantage caught her eye -just because she got out of racing what felt like a lifetime ago didn’t mean her love for anything on wheels faltered- and its driver was none other than today’s nemesis, the man responsible for all her trouble the past two weeks and jesus christ he looked good with his hands nonchalantly on the steering wheel. she could make out his sandy blond locks and the structure of his face through the tinted glass and that was enough to purposely walk towards the supercar.

seeing her walk towards him like that was almost menacing and max’s excitement only grew. the uncertainty rowan brought was now something expected, something he’d come to cherish, knowing that she wouldn’t just vanish again. deciding to help her out as much as he could, he stepped out of the car, opened the passenger side door for her and met her halfway, taking her bags.

“i can do that myself” she protested, but max was too quick, already a few steps ahead with her luggage in hand.

“hi yourself. yes, it is a nice morning” he mocked at her lack of curtesy, not because he was bothered by it, more because he could. “can’t you let me be a gentleman for once?”

“i thought you were never gentle.”

“i do have a reputation to uphold, trouble.” he turned around and gave her a knowing wink. he felt a warmth in his chest after seeing how well she remembered their first real conversation.

the car ride was silent, but in true them fashion, it was not an awkward one and max was thriving, convinced that this mistake was the biggest right he’d ever done. the rules were simple and not constrictive, he felt free. in the midst of a season that put immense pressure on him, as the reigning world champion with criticism that regardless of his hard earned lead in the current championship, this would be the second win ‘handed’ to him, this was how he’d truly relax, get away from it all. it was hard to keep the smile forming on his lips, or it would be if he tried even a little bit.

“why am i here, verstappen?” rowan broke the silence and he couldn’t actually decipher her tone. was she being simply inquisitive? was this a question meant to put him in the spot, give her a way out? either way, he wouldn’t reply with anything else but the facts he saw.

“because you want to. you could’ve told me to fuck off about a dozen times.” it was a reminder she needed, but didn’t really appreciate. she opened her mouth to protest, but max cut her off. “and because we need a distraction. wasn’t that the deal?”

“yes…” came her begrudged reply after a few moments of trying to think of a comeback, a reason to tell him to turn the car around and let her go home.

in all honestly, her home didn’t feel like home anymore. although she wasn’t very familiar with the streets of monte carlo, it felt more like home than her own neighbourhood. max being there didn’t hurt either. in fact, he was the reason this place felt so nice instead of a need to burn to the ground. so many things had happened there and their time together, no matter how weird or short, helped her feel like it wasn’t the end, like there was a way to move forward. unorthodox, selfish, maybe even a little bit toxic -only time would tell. but a way nonetheless.

the rules were that max was not to get dragged into her shit, and she was not get dragged into his. fair, simple and important enough. so if she wasn’t to break those rules, she needed to get out of her head; she needed him to get her out of her head.

“will you make good on your promise?”

“i always do. but what promise?” he turned to look at her, confusion clear on his face.

“that you’d make me cum better than my fingers.” desperate times called for desperate measures and rowan was starting to be a master at that. she could never remember herself being so vulgar in the past, and that in itself was making her blush and look straight ahead into the open road, even though her words did not falter.

“all in good time, trouble. let’s get you settled in first.” his voice was warm, sweet and surprisingly, his words didn’t make her want to open the door and throw herself into the traffic. instead, she felt her priorities shift as she remembered how good it felt to just be in his company, forcing herself to take in the moment and things one step at a time. there was no rush and despite of what she’d like to convince herself of, this wasn’t a plainly physical transaction. max had made that clear; it wasn’t just about sex. it was about a distraction, sex being part of it. maybe she could finally let go and be. even for once in her life.

silence laced the atmosphere once again and neither of them cared to break it, not even when they were out of the car and into the elevator, on their way up to max’s apartment. what did change was that max was holding her luggage on one hand while the other travelled along her back, in an aimless back and forth motion. he didn’t even realise he did it until he needed the hand to get his keys. rowan hadn’t said anything, she just enjoyed the relaxing sensation, until it stopped, bringing her back to reality, eyes opening to see the elevator doors doing the same.

“home sweet home. i trust you know the way around the house.” max said as soon as he unlocked the door, going straight to his bedroom, with her bags still in hand…?

“what are you- my bags!”

she rushed behind him, trying to stop max from kidnapping her belongings.

“what?” he said with a chuckle, hearing her footsteps behind him on the marble floor. “oh did you really think you’d be spending your days on the couch with your clothes messed up in your little bag?” max turned to face rowan, amusement clear on his face.

he was giving way too much, but he didn’t know it yet. under any other circumstances he’d notice that this was a limit he might consider twice before crossing. rowan sleeping in his bed, taking up space in his closet, no one he’d known for that little had ever had those ‘privileges’. but this was an overthinking free zone, no second thoughts while she was there. that was his own rule in their… whatever that was.

“but the couch is sooo comfortable!”

“stop whining and settle in”

and she did, without bothering to weigh out the pros and cons, the significance behind his words and actions. rowan had to know by now that with max, what he said was what he meant. it was a strange thing to get used to, for sure. it was also liberating, having to focus less on subtext like she was analysing salinger in school all over again. it had been a while since nothing had been complicated, and while it would take a few shakes of her head to keep her from drifting away and creating her own scenarios and meanings, it was a good thing.

a couple hours later found them in the couch she used to call her bed, comfortably sitting next to each other while a scifi movie played on the tv that neither of them paid any real attention to. the coffee table was full of empty take out boxes, to which rowan protested, thinking of max’s diet. her concerns were quickly dismissed by a gesture of his hand and a scoff, followed by him opening the ubereats app on his phone and asking her what she was in the mood for, to which rowan simply said ‘surprise me’.

the buildup to the movie’s climax found them next to each other. rowan had both her feet on the soft grey cushions, both knees bent. one leg was resting against the cushion, while the other, her right one and the one right next to max, was propped up. max on the other hand was not exactly sitting, his body spilled on the couch, taking up much more space than he normally would, still leaving the girl with enough to do the same.

so when his left hand reached and touched her skin, she should’ve seen it coming. her jean shorts were not doing much to cover her up -not that she needed to; he’d seen all of her before- and still left a lot of her legs exposed. it would be a blatant lie if she said she hadn’t thought of using it to get his gears turning, even as an afterthought when she hastily got dressed that morning. rowan had never been one to dress or do anything for male approval, and she wasn’t about to start now. but the past week had her head filled with thoughts of him, and when a small voice in her head told her when she was so unexpectedly woken up by his call, that she might get to see him, the thought of holding even the slightest bit of power over him, provoking as subtly as possible, shot a thrilling sensation up her spine.

that power trip did not end with just a pair of loose jean shorts that were just tight enough around her waist and short enough to not be skimpy, and a simple, black, skin tight tank top. it continued with pretending to ignore how his hand felt on her thigh, how close he was to her core which had never really gone to sleep to be woken up all this time. she kept ignoring him even when he squeezed, and from the side of her eye she caught how his fingers tensed up and his knuckles turned white while she was taking the pain it caused in small surges of pleasure. she even managed to ignore him when his grip loosened and his fingers got busy tracing patterns on the reddened skin. but she couldn’t ignore him enough, a triumphant smile appeared on her lips that max was too quick to catch on.

“are you that happy to have the protagonist die and never see his family again?”

“oh yeah, dude’s a complete asshole.”

“nice try, rowan.” her smile was matched with a smirk from max who had been anything but oblivious to her reactions, eager to get something out of her and finally, he did.

they remained silent and max kept his gentle caress, slowly teasing the girl next to him. rowan had a plan of her own. she’d been made, yes, but he gave himself away: he was watching. and if he was watching, she was going to give him a show. bringing her right index finger against her lips, the tip of her nail found her teeth. if he wasn’t going to look her way again, it would seem like she was just biting her nail. if he paid attention though, he would see how the pad of her finger slid across her bottom lip, how her cheeks hollowed just a bit and maybe even notice her tongue darting against it. if max could tease her with a promise of what could be, so could she.

as her lips pursed against her finger, she stole a side glance to her right, and saw max’s chest puff with a breath he’d hold for a good couple seconds before reminding himself to exhale again and another triumphant smile made its way to her face.

“what are you doing?”

like hell she’d give him a straight answer.

“waiting to see if you’ll ever make good on your promise.”

now there was no mistaking which promise she was referring to, or her desire. all that was left was for max to finally make a move. she could be the one to make the move, gods knew how much she wanted to straddle him, feel him against her while their lips clashed. but she also liked the chase, the tease and seeing him break, perhaps she liked that even more.

“be patient, baby.” he saw right through her and paid her back with the same coin. “we do have a movie to finish, anyway.”

in the meantime, ever so subtly, max kept moving millimetres closer to rowan bit by painful bit, until she could feel his hot breath against her neck and her hair standing in response. slow, calculated fingers brushed her hair from her neck, as he took in her scent and continued to caress lightly all her sensitive spots; the one behind her ear and her collarbone received special attention. he would mutter any comments he had on the movie, lips brushing against her earlobe or her jaw. rowan never bothered to actually listened to a word that came out of his mouth, only how they felt when they hit her skin.

the end credits rolled and neither of them moved. max’s hand was still on rowan’s thigh, fingers tightening on the soft flesh when he felt her relax, just to remind her that this wasn’t over; it hadn’t even begun. he was still whispering nothings her way, talking about the movie or something else that the girl never paid any attention to.

soon, the look in her eyes when she turned to face him turned from playful to wanton. the way she looked at him, impatient but keeping still and true to her own game, almost ready to break her perfectly innocent composure and oh so close to falling apart. until she did.

tired of waiting, rowan let max have the win and with a swift move came on top of him, legs now on either side of his, trapping him in place. she was hesitant, careful of giving away too much too quickly. she already got carried away once, after all. as it turned out, there was no need for her inhibitions; besides, max was the only one who could tear them down so quickly. his hands found her neck and drew her close, finally kissing her again. he sighed at the feel of her lips against his into the kiss and he felt rowan do the same. some sweet, well deserved relief.

his hands quickly travelled down to the familiar road from her neck to her chest, stopping only when his palms were full with her tits, fingers ready to knead the skin, even over her shirt, find, tease and tweak on her nipples. he wasted no time doing just that, getting reacquainted with her soft spots, remembering instinctively what made her tick.

rowan was busying herself with stretching the collar of his shirt, fingers reaching underneath, scratching his skin with a dire urgency, desperate to get him moving hard and fast, like she knew he could. max would indulge her, just not yet. she was making him lose his mind, that had not changed nor faltered from the moment they met. but without any substances also messing with his head, he found he could take his time, mess with her a bit more instead.

he could have more control over himself, take his time, look past the feeling of her nails against his skin, the small sounds when he applied just the right pressure on her breast, and tease her a little more. or so he thought, until his mind raced to how her mouth felt elsewhere, besides his lips, until he remembered how soft the skin on her belly felt beneath his fingers as he travelled down lower, to her equally soft pussy. relinquishing all control of his mind over his body in favour to feeling her now he grabbed her by the waist and turned her over on the couch, getting on top of her.

he fumbled against the button and zipper of her shorts, erratically trying to get them off her. the jean fabric was too thick for his liking at the moment and in perfect sync, rowan did the same to his pants, sharing his feelings in more ways than he realised.

she needed to get him out of those clothes, positive that they were hiding all treasures she could ever want beneath them. quickly, they gave up on trying to get the other rid of their clothes; it was too difficult and time consuming for the state they were in, each focusing on their own. not soon enough, they were in their underwear, lost in each other’s form.

rowan thought that perhaps she’d gotten used to his bare torso, from all the days he spent parading around without bothering to put on a shirt, even for modesty’s sake. she still found herself admiring his collar bones, his broad shoulders and chest, his toned abdomen and when her eyes reached his legs she was gone. the soft skin on bulky thighs that was just begging for her attention, just slightly less than his boxer-covered crotch was enough to leave her frozen in place.

for max, seeing rowan like that, only in a pair of lacy panties, sprawled on his couch, was nothing short of a sight to behold. the afternoon light was not allowing for a single detail to be left to the imagination and he was taking everything in, as if it was the first time. in a way, it was, making everything even more exhilarating.

senses were heightened; taste was not altered by the foul taste of weed and that alone opened up a whole new realm of possibilities to explore that neither of them had the patience to list out but knew were there. smell was dominant, the room already filling up with the scent of sex, while most of all, there was nothing making their limbs numb, the other’s skin underneath their palms felt more real, and there was an urgency that could be finally converted into action.

within a matter of nanoseconds, rowan had gotten up while max was bending forward, meeting her halfway when their bodies collided, arms wrapping tightly around the other, lips clashing in a not so tender kiss. rowan heard herself moan into max’s mouth, a sound of pure relief that didn’t fail to grind his gears, fingers quickly finding her neck and pulling her even closer, not giving her much chance of escaping until he was done, setting the tone for the rest of their afternoon. as long as she kept moaning for him, he’d have more to take and more to give.

with eyes still closed and lips still attached, lost in her, max lead them slowly and carefully -more to not break contact than for the sake of being careful and not tripping on the way- to the bedroom. a familiar enough setting, and there was a thought that switching things up might be preferable, which was quickly dismissed in the name of comfort, spaciousness and some relevant privacy. backtracking to the bedroom, max allowed himself to fall on the mattress and finally broke the kiss.

“sit on my face, baby.” leaving rowan dumbfounded. “did i stutter, love?” he played on her surprise, to which rowan didn’t bother with a verbal response.

‘ask and you shall receive’ was the only thought through her mind as she took off her underwear and positioned herself above his head, slowly lowering her core until she felt the contact, making her legs shake just a little but managed to come to a halt in her descent.

his hands quickly and expertly wrapped around her thighs, immediately applying his strength to bring her even further down, until he could feel her thighs mushing his face. once he was content with the positioning, he got to work. only this time, it wasn’t going to be slow or an exposition of his technique.

this time around, it was about needing his face covered with her juices until it was the only thing he’d be able to smell and taste for a week. it was about devouring the sensitive flesh, taking in as much of her as he could. a selfish endeavour that included hard sucking of her folds, teeth scraping those very same, tender spots and tongue working to quench this newfound and unique thirst.

it almost wasn’t about rowan’s pleasure at all. but she didn’t care, it didn’t matter. all that mattered is that it felt too damn good. not only how it felt like eating her pussy was keeping him alive, but how his hands didn’t allow her to move, highlighting that this was not about her; it would not be over until he was satiated, whether that meant she came five times or none at all. and for some reason, that exact feeling was what was driving rowan to the brink of madness only when combined with how his tongue brushed her clit and lapped against it. he was a rabid dog and she was heading to the same direction.

no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t enough. her hands reached for her nipples, trying to bring in some extra stimulation. it worked, as her fingers found max’s rhythm and got in sync, but yet again, it just wasn’t enough. wave after wave of pleasure, something was missing; she was empty. she needed him inside her mouth, her cunt, somewhere.

“max… please…” darkened blue eyes shot open and glared at her, with no stop in his motions. “let me… let me turn around.” words came out between sharp breaths and moans, vowels mixing together. when max didn’t comply with her request, she knew she needed to try harder. “please… i need to feel… you… please.” he didn’t understand, and he wasn’t done, but those pleas made his knees weak. with the first chance he got, he raised his hands from her thighs to her hips, lifting her up and prompting her to turn around, helping as much as he could while never letting her forget that she was not the one in charge.

as soon as her knees touched the mattress again, max’s mouth was again working on her pussy, almost distracting her from her mission. the empty feeling returned soon though, reminding her that she needed to get to work if she wanted to be able to get the most out of her body and what he was doing, how he was making her feel. bending down, her mouth found his cock almost by instinct and she wrapped her lips around it as tightly as she could, as if it held her life inside, determined to get it back inside her.

she couldn’t know if she forgot to swallow or she was just salivating that much at the feeling, the taste of the sensitive skin on her tongue. regardless, rowan was soon testing the limits of her gag reflex time and time again, pushing his cock further down her throat even just a little with each bob of her head. it was all becoming too much, the sensations on her pussy, his feeling in her mouth, her need and striving for more with each passing second, it was making her dizzy. that and the fact that she was too preoccupied to remind herself to come up for air more frequently, letting her body reach its limit at choking on max’s dick.

rowan was still trying to grind herself against his face, get more friction, find a way to let him know that she needed something inside her to accompany his tongue even for just a few seconds, it would be enough to finally get her over the edge. all her efforts were in vain though, and they would continue to be, even as his load hit the back of her throat, hips bucking to get himself further inside her and rowan gagged but tried her best to keep in place and suck even harder.

with max not nearly satiated but with a bit more clear head and rowan still out of her mind, he guided her gently off him and turned her around to bring her up. he needed her to taste herself on his tongue, know exactly what it was that made her feel like that. and tasting himself on hers didn’t hurt as a small, triumphant smile shone through their kiss.

rowan was still lucid enough to assert herself, although her body worked on autopilot. max’s hands travelled to her back and sides, grabbing firmly and hungrily at anything he could find. not letting that stop her, the girl was quick to straddle him. her legs locked tightly around his hips, and with very little effort she finally felt him almost slip inside her, filling her up in an instant. the shock of the sensation, of the newfound kind of pleasure mixed with the slightest bit of pain of stretching around him made her stop in her tracks, movements frozen in time as her eyes shot wide open and turned to the ceiling.

max on the other hand was more quick to adjust, ready to feel more and his hands locked on her hipbones as his pelvis moved, creating much needed friction. this helped rowan adjust, realise what was going on and for a few minutes, she allowed herself to enjoy it. she was coming back to her senses, in a way, as if her brain was finally allowed to work again to let everything sink in. alas, that didn’t last. turns out, max was not a fan of repetition and was quick to change the rhythm and pace, almost violently moving his body against hers, as the sound of skin against skin was almost drowned out by her cries and his grunts. it felt as if with each thrust he was reaching even deeper into her and rowan could only think of one word: how. but she wasn’t going to complain. even if she wanted to, words would fail her.

when he slowed down, presumably to take a breath, rowan took matters into her own hands, still not satiated. she balanced herself on her hands which she placed on his chest, and let her body take over once more. there was no telling if there was any rhythm in the frantic movements of her hips, her only indicator being her own pleasure. her eyes had been closed, too focused on the sensation of his hard cock inside her to ruin it with any other sense. touch was the only one that mattered. how his skin felt beneath her fingertips, how his fingers were bound to leave bruises on her hips, how she could never explain the ecstasy inside her, but she knew it was still touch.

despite feeling her thighs burning, rowan was unyielding; still moving against him, riding the man beneath her as if her life depended on it, her muscles were starting to give up. in trying to find a more comfortable position, she removed her hands from his chest and replaced them with her entire torso, almost falling on him, all while trying not to miss a single beat. max caught her in the very last moment, just before her head was millimetres away from collapsing on his neck, by grabbing her by the hair, pulling her up.

rowan’s mouth hung agape, hair unruly and all over her face, eyes barely open and darker than he’d ever saw them and max had never wanted to fuck the everloving shit out of somebody else as much. the same hand that was holding her up by the hair twisted the fingers around the strands and rowan winced in pain, which max was quick to wash down with a kiss, bringing her face close enough to clash their lips together. all while rowan was practically shaking against him. he almost took pity on her. almost.

“is my baby close?” the fist coherent sounds in a long time, rowan took a while to process but was quick to respond with a shake of her head and another loud moan. if only he knew how much closer calling her that brought her.

his free hand gently touched her back, signalling that she could relax, take a break, he could take over. and he did take over, as his fistful of hair raised her body just enough so he could slide his hand from her back between them and reach her cunt. fingers teased, taking a few seconds to find her clit. and once he was sure he had it, he could keep it up, max resumed his thrusts. hard and fast, not caring about going deep this time around; he just followed his body and kept doing what felt right. and apparently what felt right for him also felt right for her. he could feel her tightening around him -as if that were possible- and her breaths became quick and shallow. now it was only a matter of a few seconds and keep doing exactly what he’d been doing.

the pieces of his plan came together as rowan came apart, writhing on his cock, as her body contorted and her mouth was busying itself with words he couldn’t comprehend in the midst of his own haze. she felt so fucking good, she looked so fucking good and all that was his. only his. all this was because of and for him. he’d made her feel like this, he’d made her look like that.

it seemed like rowan was slowly coming down from her high, regaining her composure. but max wasn’t about to have that, not when he was so close himself. he removed his hand from her pussy and reached for her tit instead, feeling how perfectly it filled up his palm while her nipple had been begging for attention even after everything. and who was he to deny her? fingers got busy fondling the soft skin of her breast, while tweaking the nipple, and rowan sucked in her breath and almost protested.

she’d had enough. all that teasing and edging only to lead to her feeling filled to the brim as his cock caressed the perfect spots with every thrust and his fingers just knew how to move against her clit had her seeing stars. and yes, it was enough. but her hips were still bucking against his, and her pussy was still dripping, a direct manifestation of how she just needed more. and more he gave her. sure, she was sensitive. but for the first time in her life, that didn’t mean stop; it meant that a second orgasm was closer than ever.

and as max reached even closer his own climax, he traded any finesse for even harder thrusts, inevitably getting deeper. and as that happened, rowan felt like she was a backseat driver in her own body, which had grown limp. hoarse sounds escaped her scratched throat and as max’s cock twitched inside her, and that was the final straw. not only feeling it along with the pain from her hair still in his grip and her sensitive nipple being borderline abused, but knowing that he was coming inside her, that she’d made that happen all on her own, brought rowan past the edge again.

max may or may not have been totally oblivious to rowan’s second orgasm, being too focused on the unique sensation that it was to come inside her when she was like that. had he the mind, perhaps he would have realised that what made this time so special was the girl’s own climax. but in the end, it made little to no difference for either of them. they both got what they wanted; everything that had been promised and more.

they shared another breathless yet soft kiss, before he helped her off him, and she did need the help. her legs were almost too sore to close, something she’d definitely feel the next morning among other things that she couldn’t even begin to list.

“so that was… something.” max broke the silence and rowan laughed.

“yeah, you can call it that.” she tried to roll over and get up, take a shower, get dressed, her usual routine, but her legs weren’t cooperating.

“stay here.” it was something between a command and a plea, as he extended his arm, making room her her to lie on his chest. rowan complied, but she was still running her mouth, the adrenaline still had not quite worn off.

“is that what we’re doing now?”

“it’s what we’ve done before.” except you went and left like a thief, max wanted to add but bit his tongue. there was no reason for this, not now.

the sun was beginning to set and when he woke up, the moon was gently shining through his window, providing little light. but he didn’t need to see to feel her weight against him, her soft breath on his skin. he wrapped one arm around her waist, bringing her even closer and closed his eyes again with a dreamy hope that when he opened them again, she’d still be there.

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if you've made it this far, thank you. i understand that this took three months to be delivered and i do have excuses, but you probably don't care for them. it still took three months less to be completed than part one, so i'll give me that much heh!

so if this has an abrupt ending, i'm sorry. but there are too many things going on at the moment to have the anxiety of another wip in my mind. maybe someday i'll get back to patching any holes. perhaps it will be "and they were rommates!!! the dlc" or some shit.

rowan has a backstory (in contrast to any other female main characters i've ever written for smut fics) that would be fun to explore someday, because i do like her. and i'm sure you'd like her too.

as always, your feedback is welcome and appreciated! i love you all for sticking with this story, taking the time to read it!

take care, have fun and BE SAFE THOSE FUCKERS HAVE NEVER HEARD OF A CONDOM JFC

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