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me-uglypretty · 2 years

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For tonight only

Pairing: Kelly Foster x Reader

Summary: A one night stand that leads to falling in love with a zookeeper who isn't ready for commitment.

Warning: 18+ (General), smut, oral(k), fingering(k/r) slight choking(r), one-night stand, angst a lil but mostly fluffy and smutty || Word count: 6478

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This is disastrous—would had been tattooed across the width of your forehead, forging an irreversible spell upon your damp body. But your round mouth, sharp teeth, and velvety tongue crafted a path to smear with dark purple, entirely marking the skin of a woman with dirty blonde hair which messily fell around the frame of her face and tickles your cheeks when you lean closer to meet her lips in a searing kiss. And she tasted sweet, her scent so fresh as through she carries nature on her back.

The slightest sound of oppose when taunting knocks beats through your motel room door or when she reveals herself, hands thrusting your body into the neatly made bed. The same face to first lure you into her arms, the same face you saw when your head lifts from between her thighs. Kelly, sprawled starkly on white sheet and her hand instinctively kneading her breast while the other on your head, fingers tangled and tugging on your hair, every jerk leaving an equally pulsating moan from your mouth.

Praises left her mouth too. The kind of syrupy tone the dripple by the corner of your mouth, her voice that renders your mind giddy and her juices quenching your thirst. A moaning mess from her mouth and yours. The cycle continues and you swear upon whatever watching like a creep from above—you had never felt so righteous than when her legs were spread open solely for you.

“Just like that baby,” her voice breathy and raspy as another moan erupts when your tongue stimulates her bundle of nerves. “You’re so good…” her pleasurable praises fade into a mess of moans and curses.

While you hummed, fully satisfied over your tongue’s wonderous work. The simple vibration of from your mouth sends a severe waves through her core and her body arch, fingers tugging your hair impossibly closer.

Kelly so loud and relentless, squeezes her thighs around your head and for the briefest moment, panic spew at your disrupted air circulation, and the worry of breathing mix with the worry of her displease—but the loud sound from her throat to her mouth, rattling your core from the sheer discharge of pleasure, her body warm and sticky—proves so deadly when your heart’s growing concern relied on rewarding her with astounding pleasure than her legs seemingly drape over your shoulder and wrap around your neck.

But your do push her creamy thighs apart, so muscular beneath your palm and your felt the flex of her muscle at every draw of heavy breath, your fingers digging into her skin to hold her before the other hand slowly trails to her soak core. Your thumb presses her clit and grin when her body shudders. Then your forefinger glides between her folds, feeling the sleek of arousal coating your own skin before your finger slides into her hole, then another when you felt her deserving for it, and tongue returning to tease her clit.

Minutes or hours, you can’t decipher the lengthy period of your mouth denying her the complete freedom or fingers never lingering long enough, but still allowing her release then another, and the endless sounds of pleasure even when her sensitivity nudges your away. But tug your closer.

Kelly’s legs trembles, her fingers harshly jerk with your hair, and you hear the subtle sound of her—reaching her high again, throaty moan louder than before. Little buzzes and those sound the leaves four walls reaches your ears, reminding you of another significant night with her screaming your name.

“God,” she whined, her hand pushing your head further into her as your felt her walls clenched around your fingers and your lips curls, a victory smile adorning your features.

Likewise, the first time, the second, the third by a vandalised toilet stall, and fourth of now—your body stirs according to her command, allowing her the privilege of guiding your body closer till your face merely an inch away from hers. Starving mouth meets yours, lips moving swiftly like melting butter on a scorching pan, and another breathy moan escape her throat from the taste of her swirling with yours, smearing a taste bud indefinitely. Her callouses fingers skims your skin, grasping the nape of your neck and greedily pushing you into her.

“You’re so…” her words hands by the lump in your throat and hers as eager eyes gazes into yours, dilated spheres of murky green, almost devouring you from the pure lust steaming in her eyes.

“Amazing? Great? Hot?” you murmured, lips bumping ever so lightly with hers.

Kelly laughs so freely, her hand playfully pushing your chest away and you easily joining the symphony of her laughter. Comfort buzzes within the bubble of you and her, even when your body lay by her side and you feel her muscular arm folds on your torso as your head rest on her chest.

“I need to leave in a few.”

Just like the nights before; your body refusing to answer, consenting her the freedom to utter any kind of excuses or the jolt of her hands on your skin, just enough to render you speechless. If it pleases her. The tumbling warnings of her unreadiness to intertwine her body, her soul and her beating heart with another. The pleads of her heavy breath as warm mouth grazes your skin, lips finding their way to the hidden spaces of your body. The promise of distressing from life’s stress, untangling the strain on her muscles and yours, and attaining a form of distraction from each other’s body.

But she—Kelly, somehow, in a very unpredictable and charming manner, slips through the walls and knocks through the doors surrounding your heart and mind. She stumbles so messily into your arms as you did with her, not more or less. Just enough for your heart to collide with hers. Despite the stench of alcohol combined with sweat and something earthy, and an unexplainable sweet scent that delays your mind as body moves closer by instinct. Where your lips find hope by the crook of her neck and her hands on your waist.

Her words feather your skin of warmth, a gentle caress of her skin, witty at times and intelligence fuelling by the soft edges of round eyes, emerald swirls with kindness unlike any other. How the first time you witness her defending a woman from a man bothering her—and it was enough for your heart to start its persistent pulsing for when she’s near.

Or when you think of her.

Then, she smiled at you. The same night you believed to had witness a hero roaming in an unfamiliar town and protecting those in need.

You were astonished at how her words were full of wrath and her eyes seemingly darken, shooting daggers to a strange man could transform her features on her face to something so gentle with a smile that shoves your body into hers and left you dazed. When your thoughts wander as your eyes does the same, her lips curving when she smiles and breathing was such normalcy and you convinced yourself that breathing wasn’t required, not when your own tongue was caught by that special smile.

The kind of smile that blooms when she kisses you into bliss.

“Work?” you asked, shifting your head to catch a glimpse of frown on her face.

“It’s a real shit hole, but I love it,” she mumbled, she lifts her head and levels her gaze with yours. “What about you, mysterious stranger?”

A cheeky smile surfaces on your face, “Still an undercover spy.”

Kelly’s eyebrows furrowed as stares at you, trying to figure you out as someone more than the body pleasing her—but really, you were aware of her eyes darting round the characteristics of your face, the lines that appears as your age, the marks on your skin that were too old to fade away—and you held your breath, the same way when your first saw her. Staying still like a statue, not wishing to interrupt her with the lingering fear of ruining the intimate freedom that glaze her eyes at that vital moment.

But the seconds pass too soon for your heart to fully immerse in her.

Another round of carefree laughter echoes into your chest, while your stomach dreads of something that wasn’t entirely hilarious. And yet, the sound feels right, warm and comfortable, it regulates your heart beating to her sound, and you can’t stop yourself.

But she does shift her gaze, staring at the brown watch closing over her wrist.

And you didn’t look away from her face, even if your hands were growing numb.

And she knows the moment too.

Kelly leaves a yearning kiss on your lips then another, whispers of adoration by the name of you and your left chasing after her mouth for more. Her body glisters under the lamp yellow tint, flickers of red and blue from outside the window casting a shadow on her face, and clothes slowly fitting over her body.

Several glances were spare for your beating heart, her eyes greedily taking in your nude form laying on the bed, and the genuine smile on her face that you return. One corner of her lips raising higher than the other, and you wonder if that was unique charm. The kind of smile that erupts a storm in your chest.

Then, a final kiss meets your mouth and her eyes daringly starting into the circles of yours; the lingering reminder of time spent together, bodies like wisp of thread knitting together, heavy breaths and even scorching kiss, and every suggestive moment shared during a one-night stand.

And she will leave again.

If you could so bravely utter those words prodding a hole through your pulsing heart, and allow the chance for peace to be found where you see her—Kelly, the way she smiled when you first walked into the bar, words worry that you left before saying goodbye or the least, accepting her offer of a drink.

But fear, it recoils yourself from uttering those word that may snatch those wonderful night with her away. It will so evilly and greedily kidnap your moments of bliss—because you felt more than what you said, the feeling you promised to never reveal.

But Kelly, she is free as the birds, luring you by her melodious chirps, and your body easily listening to the tune of her. The song that guides you mindlessly through lover’s field. Where she, so beautiful as the sky above, stands in the middle of all and a single promise smear across her lips, sounds that whispers of three words; for tonight only.

The morning boils by the sun’s rays, where clouds fluffs by baby blue sky and you arrived at the scalding hour of 11.AM. which meant the best of their time—overly enthusiastic phone conversation, selling the idea over, mostly dejected by their circumstances, and the constant reassurance something spectacular—for a previously remodelled Zoo. Home of wild animals and calmer ones that twirls your fingers with an eagerness to meet them.

However, you felt restless as for now, harrowing the soles of your shoes into the soil beneath your shoes. The navigation on your rental car had directed you there and your eyes caught minimal signboards directing to the Zoo. Worry twists your insides from the sheer silence of a place meant for howling visitors and animals. Especially on a sunny Saturday.

Thousand-year-old trees scattered within the acres of green and noticeable buddle of forgotten branches discarded on the ground while you were driving through the rough path. A fading poster caught your eyes as you step closer, a crooked stick holds the offending poster. The details pass its presented date, two years too old for an invitation. Trial and errors of words used made you shake your head, hint of sympathy clasps around your finger that trails a ling across the possible death of business.

“Have a zoo-some fun…” you recited the sentence then lifts your head, “Zoo-some, zoo…some?”

“Can I help you?”

You almost stumbled by the abrupt voice, snapping you from your swirling thoughts. Soothing the wrinkles on your shirt, you turn around to meet the sight of a man with a deepening frown on his face. Dark hair resting messily on his head, beads of sweat on his face and eyes almost dark as his clothes. Your mouth fell gape, eyes staring straight into the block of bloody meat in his hands.

“Oh,” you breathed, observing the droplets of red splattering on the surface of dirt. The rich hue almost disappears into wet mud. “I’m looking for Benjamin?”

The annoyance on his face materialises as he signs, “I’m his son— just follow me.”

He doesn’t stall for an answer as he steadily walks away, heading towards where you assumed his father was—but your thoughts wanders, bursting of fireworks in form of ideas and vivid images of what you assumed was animal meat in his hold. Animal or human, you pondered and held your body by the width of your arms, embracing you from falling entirely into the pit of worry.

The prodding thoughts seems worse, perhaps, influenced from your late-night endeavours and settling into a reruns of crime documentary. After Kelly left, of course.

“You’re the writer?” his head tilts, stopping few feet away from a rectangular wooden house. “He’s inside. Just be careful with your words and I’ll be careful with feeding the lions,” he added a teasing smile nearing the end, then nodding his head to the other side of the path.

“Wait,” your hand reaches for his attention but falls to your side. He was out of your sight and you’re left standing in front of a wooden door, waiting for your eagerness to appear and knock the door.

Rolling your shoulders to ease your joints, taking a deep breath through your nostrils, and your knuckles meets wood in an almost superstitious nudge. A voice rings from behind, deep and hollow. You wondered again, was this assignment worth for your state of mind over a location that seems more invested in houseflies than people.

Eventually, you push the wooden door open with a huff on your end from the far too dense and heavy door for your body surviving on two hours of sleep. All over a woman, she was something else. How could a stranger from multiple sleepless nights, trace your skin and insides with her tongue, to the extent of your lungs begging for air and leaving you in a coughing fit from the closeness of her body.

“Y/n?”

You accumulated the politest smile, trying to filter your eyes from flashing signs of someone struggling with their own mess as your attention shift to towards a man towering over a bulky bucket, “Yes, and you’re Benjamin?” and that starts off the conversation.

Benjamin—in his fifties or forties as mentioned during the start of his introduction, the exact moment when your attention drifted to rattling you heard from a wooden crate. Fuming red daubed on the box, an arrow pointing up and several holes prod at each side.

“That’s our new shipment of snakes!”

Instantly, your shoulder drops and chills travels down your spine, engulfing your ribs to the depth of your chest. A palpable sense as your hand slides down your jeans cladded thighs, palm feeling sticky and the air around humid. Don’t think of scaly, wickedly sharp eyes and long, extremely long—and you shriek when something falls on your shoulder, feeling as if it was crawling over your body.

“Get it off!” you shouted, skipping in attempt of removing the foreign creature to had retained a grip, regardless of your rash movements. “Get it the fuck off!” you begged, simultaneously bumping into piles of stocked up buckets.

Unbeknownst to you, someone else had stepped into the room, witnessing your muddled reaction. Fearful voice blending within four wooden walls, stacks of metals around, and other objects which made it sound oddly comical that—this person, someone unaware of your dire situation or tears trickling by the corner of your eyes as the sole man there, tried his bed to calm you down. Instead, an amused smile was plastered on a face readily making an equally brash comment.

“Who’s the princess?”

And you paused.

In every existing universe, you wouldn’t dare stride into a puddle of murky water in fear of plummeting to a dangerous territory—but that voice, milky and coarse, possessing the kind of power that held you by the throat, trapping each sound daring an escape and legs becoming jelly, absorbing the night’s throbbing then hearing those giggles erupts once more.

Benjamin notices your frozen state and steps closer, “You’re okay, those are just spider webs…” he explained, lifting said webs from your shoulder and showing the obvious pasty coloured muddle of web.

“That’s…spider…” you stared fearfully at his web covered hand then your round eyes seem to stare pass him, gaze heading towards a figure behind. Someone—wearing a dull brownish jacket and similar colour pants, you notice the blue flannel tucked neatly beneath, and her posture so straight.

Kelly.

She was standing there. The woman who easily captured your mind, planting a restless bug that swells at every waking thought of her and agony spans in her absent. And she stares at you, her eyes wide and the mouth you kissed hours ago, gaping in shock from seeing you there.

For a brief second, you hope that look speaks something more. That she was yearning to meet you too.

“I don’t think so,” Benjamin mumbled, turning around to look at Kelly, “Do you think there’s spiders in here?”

Kelly doesn’t acknowledge him, but he doesn’t seem displeased as he shrugs and faced you, gesturing his towards the blonde. She just standing there, unaware of your reasons for being in the same space as her.

“Y/n, the writer I hired,” Benjamin pointed at you with his thumb then at her, “And Kelly, the…she does everything around here really,” he admitted, shaking his head with a friendly smile. “Actually, she’s the best to show you around better than me. Kelly knows everything.”

Absently nodding your head, he accepted that as an agreement and mentioned something to Kelly which you didn’t hear. There’s an awful storm spewing in your mind, nudging your every sense of consciousness by the name of her while she was walking closer, seemingly unfazed.

Words are your expertise and yet, you were rendered speechless by the sheer presence of her at the most unpredictable circumstances. Kelly doesn’t utter a word either, she makes a gesture with her hand then pointed to the exit and nodding her head. And you followed her, trailing after her like the first night.

Noise seems to echo from every direction; branches on trees as their leaves shake like maracas, wind whistles a tune that yanks your head towards her, a distance sound of an elephant’s trumpet, the thumping inside your ears from your pulsing heart—and not the voice of her, someone so loud in bed, but silent like a stranger by your side.

“You like animals?” you asked, a craving emits from within to hear her voice.

Kelly spares a glance at you, a mysterious stranger staring at another person and your heart swells, waiting so eagerly for her to scream that she knows you.

Slowly but surely, you find yourself gazing into her eyes—then you find yourself starting at someone you met nights ago and the same to lay in your bed with your head buried between her thighs. A glint emerges from her round eyes, the lines at the corner of her eyes becomes apparent when her lips curves and she’s smiling at you. It’s small and still sets your heart ablaze as your palm grow sweaty.

“And you’re a spy?”

A brief silence occurs before you watch the corner of her mouth lifts to a wider smile and she’s laughing like the greatest joke ever told came out from your mouth. The mellow sound sets a dozen birds flying from the tree close by and your body jolt, coincidentally stumbling into her arms.

“Fuck,” you cursed, body slumps into hers and hands unintentionally grasps her biceps, “What the fuck?”

“You’re not a princess, are you?” Kelly teased, the pad of her finger’s circles on the expose skin of your arm and you visibly shiver. “I wouldn’t mind…” and there’s slur pause, a heavy confession which seems to weave into yours, dragging your own heart to your throat and yearning to pulse on her command.

“No— I’m not,” you argued, gazing intensely into her eyes and your train of thoughts stumbles into one; if green was always so vivid, if speckles of brown and blue was spattered round pools of emerald, if heaven allowed an angel to descend on earth and it was her, all magnificence and beautiful adoring a planet overflooding with crisis.

She wouldn’t—and even so, you heart begged for her to bridge the gap between, to haul your body by her sturdy hand, not to protect you from what you didn’t know crawling an even mysterious land but to drink you whole, gifting your body to her possession, allowing her the privilege to pass the barrier of safety. A stranger you crave exceed the moon’s glow and when the sun rises with its golden shine.

But you remember, trying to grasp the task pushing your hands down. An assignment reasoning for why you were standing in that land, not to exist there with her. Just a place contracted with your name and you were appointed to write for them. So, she shouldn’t, like really shouldn’t disrupt your focus. Reality sets with the truth of two people having fun and what you felt shouldn’t exist.

“I need…I’m sorry,” you rushed out, hastily pushing yourself away from her. “Let’s continue with this tour.”

The glimpse of confusion on her face was ignored to relief the ache in your chest. Kelly doesn’t question it and you didn’t explain it. The guide around the Zoo was interesting with minimal reactions from your side as you tried your best to avoid meeting her eyes and losing yourself in her.

And you were playing a particularly dangerous game, lungs burning from the heat as an excuse while losing sense of breathing from the slightest brush of your skin with hers.

Kelly’s hand points at the herd of flamingos as you muttered to yourself, “Today only.”

Writing comes easy, gliding your words across paper or an electronic device as the future settles necessarily to the era’s advancement. Those words flow as smooth as the sea immersing in the sun’s warmth, comfortable and so normal. At age ten or sixteen, words were never hard to say when written.

But you couldn’t work around the loom of her, tingles that sears your skin and mind beyond control. A phantom touch stuffing your stomach as if they were delightful food; memories from red and blue light stretched across the motel room, legs tangled or hanging off the bed, the faint smiles when lips meet, fingers drawing absent lines and tongue painting colours you perceive when your eyes shut close.

She effortlessly embedded herself in your mind.

You tried typing a sentence, short and simple, words appearing as your fingers glides across the keypad to only emerge as nothing, but a deserted writer, unable to produce an efficient article. Lungs signs with displease, laptop shut close to rest and your back leans against the uncomfortable chair.

How could an assignment which was equally treated as a vacation, wander into a path that swore to destroy your capabilities of a brilliant write and in return—your mind venture into sleeplessly nights, the bits of her outdoor, elements of azure sky and golden sun. The speckles of dust sleeping on your desk while you sat there, sinking.

Kelly became the centrefold of your life’s work, where your eventful life leading to paragraphs surrounding her. Trying to conjure a word of help, spitting the words in your head for a sentence that holds a meaning than simply dotting alphabets together in order to meet the word count.

The laptop meets your concentrated face again, a faint reflection of your face on dark screen and hazy when the screen illuminates, burning through the rounds of your eyes. Fingers brush the letters on squares, blinking several times to ensure the tiredness was shut out for a moment. And when your eyes fell on those alphabets, each leading to a word then a sentence, and your eyebrows furrowed.

Not graceful nor reaching the height of quality that lift your name above, aiding to your creativity and talent. These were jumbled of words that disappoints your entire years of study and hard work.

And your eyes heavy as you shut them close while throat holds the scream that begs to reach the edges of your room.

Glimpse of green emerges, each strand of colour dividing to another shade lighter or darker shade and speckles of brown intertwining with those strands. Hints of pearls behind rosy lips. Creamy hands on your skin and muscles flexing under your delicate touch—

“Fuck,” you cursed, round eyes wide and dark. “Shit, stop, stop!” you groaned, lungs withering from inside when she spreads you open and the images of her sticking to the walls of your mind.

You tried, vigorously pushing those provoking thoughts from painting yourself with her—but Kelly isn’t her, if not persistent even when she’s nowhere close, and you feel her skin eliciting yours to burn. She plucks your apart like flowers, watering your mouth with hers, saliva on your skin where she bites you so greedily and licks a path from your neck to your throbbing core.

The sigh that leaves your mouth, emits a sound of defeat with the underlying silent acceptance for the longing in your chest for her; someone meant to the night’s bloom, for pleasure and bliss, never staying longer enough for you to confess the dwelling of your heart.

Kelly broke you with an everlasting longing the moment her haunting mouth made home on your body and hands seemingly owning the skin shielding your bones.

Behind a bulky tree, old and crooked, you rest beneath the spread of leaves above and a writing pad on your lap. The scenery of green and blue, basic choice of words for colours that extend to different hues, but the sight cheers your heart. Birds soaring high and freely, distance sound of animals and insects. The lion encloser opposite you was quiet since the past hour. Dew eyes so calm and collected, simply letting loose while you were there. A peace you wish to plunge yourself into indefinitely.

Kelly hasn’t crossed your path today—or you were simply avoiding her presence since the last two days. The mere graze of her shoulder against yours made your hands tremble, her eyes seemingly duskier than before as she stares at your form stumbling away and the frown on her face expands. After that event, you rather stay away from sprawling your heart for her.

But here, away from human and only nature surround you, an understanding evolved from within. The reasons she loves this hectic place made sense to you and yet, your mind still wonder if she was still drenching herself in stress.

“I’m losing it,” you mumbled, shifting your gaze to the lion by the encloser’s gate. “What do you think? I’m losing it?” you questioned, strangely leaning forward as if to hear the animal’s answer.

“Might be if you’re talking to yourself.”

And she arrived, the tumbleweed of dreams and fantasy that left you with an unhealthy fixation. Her voice has a distinct tone that you can’t forget but remains at the roof of your tongue as you sigh, licking your lips and closing your eyes.

“You okay?”

Nodding first then shaking your head sideways, “You’re basically haunting me…I don’t think so.”

Then you hear soft chuckles close by, compelling you to lift your head and observe the crimson tinge on her cheeks as blonde strands fell messily around her face. Tying her hair did nothing, only leaving her face clearer, urging for your finger to carefully push those strands away, feeling the coarseness from years of relentless bleaching.

And she’s there.

Reality slapping your heart and mocking your very existence.

Your eyes squints as she bends down, adjusting herself to sit beside you. “I barely heard you,” the acceptance tumbles from your mouth as you turn your head to see her face. “And now…you’re here.”

Kelly’s face plummets with a frown, “You don’t seem to want me here,” her eyes contemplate her next move, darting to your reaction then the grassy path near her wilting boots. “Didn’t think you’d act like I didn’t exist,” she settles on picking the yellow patches of grass.

Her words were sad, a kind of gloom that trickles her own sorrow upon your and forging a scene of drowning hears or maybe just yours, a foolish heart aching for more. Thus, diving yourself into a pool of misery.

“I’m here for work. I need to focus on that,” you offered a weak reason. “Besides, don’t want you losing your job if I didn’t write a good enough article for a dying zoo.”

Laughter echoes through your ears, sounding more force than the honest symphony you once heard. You wanted to scream at her; No, laugh again, your laugh, the kind that made makes my own fill the air with yours! Not this sound, please laugh the way I know you…I need to hear you as I did before.

“I’ll get back to work. Don’t want to keep you waiting,” Kelly announced, standing up after seconds of lingering between bending her knees then fully allowing her spine to align in a straight line as her posture.

The wave of her hand and lips firmly purse and her steps were slow. While your heart trembles, aching for her turn to around or for your voice to scream over the longing for her that hasn’t ceased.

A remarkable experience—was plastered on the notice board, the jagged edges of an article displaying the Zoo’s entrance. Reassuring words decorates each paragraph, influencing goers and driving them into curiosity. Details run through of the history, animals rescued and the kind zookeepers. She was one of them, not entirely highlighted but the feeble attempt of describing someone tiredness, never interrupting their dedication.

“Oh great, you’re here!” Benjamin’s shrill voice makes you hump before he engulfs your body in a rough embrace. “Come join us.”

You trudged across the wooden floor. Benjamin’s celebratory invitation didn’t meet your basket of inability. Not when he saw you on that same day, purchasing snacks to feed your cravings for another lonely night. He wanted your presence as a show of gratitude. And your overdue stay wasn’t question, only assumption that you were waiting for the feedbacks from your awaited article.

“Hey guys,” you timidly greet the group and chorus of welcomes rises a smile on your face.

The bar within the Zoo’s compound was informally named as their sacred space. A place for them to let loose after a tiring day, to complain of their boss’ mistakes or the parents carrying reckless children. The grumbles of conversation made your laugh and grimace at some, the stories that explicitly questioned Benjamin’s credibility.

“Come on, I’ve gotten better!” Benjamin playfully shoves his son after his agreement to their co-worker’s complains. “Y/n, what do you think? I’m doing a good job, right?”

Gathering the disapproval looks between faces, you shake your head with a teasing smile on your face. Laughter erupts among other conversations, the atmosphere at such ease that your body felt relieve. An assignment complete, happy faces check the boxes too, and the next phase blinking above your head.

“Kelly asked about you,” one of the men stated, huffing his chest out when few disagreements fell from his co-workers’ mouth. “Said you forgot something or what…”

The confusion on your face seems obvious as few head nods to a direction and instantly, your eyes met hers from across the room.

A fiery rage emits from within, traveling to your lungs and chest. Where puddle of green seems blue under the harsh amber bulbs, dark pupils staring into your curious eyes. The mere lock of your gaze and hers, drawing each other in from days missed and yet, you were left unable to comprehend the emotions behind her eyes.

And Kelly stayed away.

And you couldn’t spare another moment knowing she was there.

Departing from the bar left a gnawing in your chest, something compelling your body to turn around and restart it—that, she, anything that would promise your heart a wonderful feeling.

Striding in the dark, fuelling courage as you soul to proceed with those nights while evidently knowing your heart wouldn’t budge from her. The ultimate betrayal of your body and mind, forever ruined by Kelly. Anyone else wouldn’t possibly know how to fill the space that she crafted within you.

“Hey!”

And your heart stumbled twice as do your feet, her haunting voice coming closer.

“Stop running away!” she huffed, and you had to hold yourself from immediately falling into her arms. “Can we talk first then you can leave and do whatever the fuck you want.”

“I’m leaving tonight, Kelly…” you stopped, slowly turning around to meet her bewildered expression. “I’m leaving,” you repeated.

Kelly nods her head, arms hanging loosely by her sides and a defeated sigh leaves her mouth. “You can’t— why are you avoiding me?” her words rushed along with her steps towards you. “We have spent all those nights together and now…you act weird around me or walk the opposite direction when you see me.”

Relief washes over as she realises the distance hasn’t spread and you were there. Your hands clenched by your sides as your jaw slacked, awareness clearing her head but not enough for her to understand how avoidance went far pass that—how your emotions were carelessly tangled with hers.

“It doesn’t mean anything, right?” you pushed, “You shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t care.”

Her brows furrowed. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes, trying to understand you or knowing the reasons for your coldness. Kelly crosses her arms, eyes taunting you by how they seem to glow under dim light and your legs shivering from the cold—not the sheer gaze of those eyes easily drowning you in her, not the curve of her lips seconds before she brings your body close, not the helpless mess you become when her hand touches your skin—and you shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts from resurfacing.

“But can you do that?” she asked, raspy voice wrapping easily around your throat. “Show me that you don’t care…” she saunters to you, hands grazing yours before trailing to the length of your arms and wide hand rest on your shoulder. “Show me,” she whispered, leaning her head to the crook of your neck.

Instantly, your hands brace her waist for the teeth that cuts through your skin and warmth tongue drawing a hefty moan from your mouth. Her left hand sturdy while her right ventures higher, pressing lightly on your chest then fingers scratches your neck before your felt her firm hand fitting nicely around your throat.

“Use your words,” her hand strengthens, the surface of her palm tattered with scars. “Speak,” she teased, thumb pressing on the hollow of your throat.

“Kelly,” you groaned, the heat in your stomach mocks your weakness. “Please…”

Everything was sweeter—an unknown woman whose sleek hands unravels your body’s deepest desire, her lips colliding with yours and leading you into complete darkness till flicker of light illuminates the smug expression on her face as you stand there, awaiting her cold hands on your warm skin.

“You are so beautiful,” she mumbled as her lips bumps with yours, “Mine,” she declared with the rush of her hand slipping into your pants.

In your garments, you came as though the sprinkles of rain falling around you and her, but bolder and wetter. She wasn’t a fable of your mind when she spreads you apart, parting your mind and body with hers, watering your obvious high for her.

Kelly is relentless, not caring for those around to witness your harbouring sound or her possession over you that lifts your body higher, knees buckling when her fingers controls your body’s reaction and her lips marking your skin. But the sheer closes felt different, her pleads masked beneath your whimpers and her proud smile. The clothes shielding your body and hers were uncomfortable, sticky to your skin and scratching annoyingly at every thrust.

But you didn’t care.

If this was the last of her, you would swallow your heart’s cries and immerse yourself in her, preaching her touch as a soulful prayer and allowing her the sole authority over your body. Kelly’s mouth spew of praises when you allowed her full control, even when she hauls your body away from the ruckus and into her car.

The instant exchange of playful smiles, just like kids rebelling for the first time and knowing the risk, but still attempting every little mistake as chance to experience more of life. Kelly’s hand finding yours over the console, fingers slipping into yours and the smile that reaches her eyes, stirs your stomach for hope.

“You can’t leave,” she whispered, round eyes staring straight into the road while her hand clutches yours. “Not after us.”

You nodded your head, eyes glistering with the sheer confession of more—that she wanted you just as badly, even when she takes your somewhere new and show you around her small apartment. The pictures of her childhood hanging from the wall, jackets thrown messily on her couch, the glimpse of tissue with a familiar number being thrown inside a drawer when your teasing eyes met hers, and the pure essence that was her.

Kelly’s lips meet yours that night, her hands moves briskly, body dissolving with yours so easily. The kisses that passes through the moon’s farewell, the sun’s gleams through the curtain, the alarms that doesn’t distract her from pressing her lips firmly on yours and she was there, countless of nights after.

For tonight only became forever, and you think of that when you find yourself in the middle of the zoo. Where she, so beautiful than the sky above and creatures around, stands just steps away from you as she proudly introduces you as her first love to her friends and the animals. I love you, smears on her lips when she presses them on yours.

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