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CM Punk x Black!oc

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cheating, toxic relationship/behavior, oral (f) receiving

Word count: 5k, edit credits to @insatiableorsmthn (literally slayed me)

a/n: Well, look what we have here, 'The Best In The World' isn't so tough at the hands of his ex-girlfiriend, but we allll know Punk digs crazy chicks. Listen I know a lot of people aren't too happy that Phil is back, and that sucks for you. Read the tag line guys, we don't wear capes over here. S/o to @sydsaint they’re the ones that inspired me to write for Punk lol so go read their stuff too! Any who lol I hope yall enjoy, like, leave comments, and reblog. More to come.

Sabrina will admit, she was bitter. Not only about Phil moving on from the company, but also moving on from her. She and Phil had known each other since their Ring Of Honor days, but they didn’t become close until they both got signed to WWE. They were friends at first, before Phil finally asked Sabrina on their first date. But when he proposed the idea of a relationship that night on a date he planned, Sabrina froze up and left him unanswered. Phil left WWE a year later, without much word to Sabrina, and as bad as she missed him, his surprise return, almost a year to the day, left her shocked. His gazes lingered on her from a distance; almost every time she looked up, they were locking eyes. She was able to deal with the added pressure at first, until someone would bring up his girlfriend, and ask him how she’s doing just within earshot. Sabrina’s throat would tighten, and her heart ached from how he smiled when the other woman was brought up. Though she knew in her heart, it wasn’t the same as when he used to smile about her, it stung nonetheless. She let a week or so pass before she decided to finally approach him. Gionna had hyped her up all weekend over FaceTime, insuring her that things would turn out in her favor. She wanted Sabrina to show up in a deep v-neck shirt with her cleavage on full display, but she knew Phil better than that. So instead of going full “Hooker Mode,” like Gionna suggested, she kept it simple, with a hint of sexy; a Steve Austin tee she cut into a crop top, jeans that showed off her curves, and a simple pair of black and blue Air Jordan’s. When she caught up to Phil, he had just got done shooting a backstage promo; the camera crew were leaving, so it was the perfect time to grab his attention. Now, they both stood in a deserted hall at the back of Allstate Arena in Chicago – the roar of the fans in the background, but only the two of them existed at that moment.

She couldn’t help her sour tone when she asked Phil about Alyssa, but to her credit, that was her trying to be mature, though it didn't last long. Sabrina and Phil had begun to bicker back and forth for a moment, it seemed that they were going in circles, until he addressed the elephant in the room. “Don’t be such a brat – you think I’m just gonna end my relationship because you’re throwing a hissy fit?” He took a step forward, everytime the two of them were in the same vicinity, the tension was thick. No one wanted to be around them when they were both in the room, and it was obvious to everyone what was going on; in this business there were hardly any secrets. It was only a matter of time before it all came to the light. They had too much history, too many words left unsaid, and she wouldn’t be satisfied till she had him back.

“We both know you’re not happy.” She argued back, noticing how he avoided her gaze, looking at her forehead or her nose, instead of her eyes. Her heart thudded in her chest, she felt nervous knowing this wasn’t even the deepest part of the conversation yet. Truth be told, she wasn’t used to him being this closed off with her, if anything she could be the cold one. She knew she could be difficult and down right sour when she didn’t have to be. Now, Sabrina understood how Phil felt when she acted this way, especially towards the end of their relationship.

He let out a dry chuckle, a look of realization crossing his face, “you're insane, like you’re actually delusional.” His lips pulled back into a grin, his hazel-green eyes sparkling excitedly, he wasn't sure why he was even entertaining what he felt was a pointless conversation. She didn’t even say what she wanted, she just grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him off in the opposite direction from where he came. ‘I did always have a hard time saying no to you, Sabrina.’ he confessed to himself.

“And you’re a narcissist, now we both win.” Sabrina argued back childishly, Phil’s face scrunched in disbelief, he’s never been so frustrated by another human being before.

“No! No, this isn’t a competition, and the last time I checked, you were too chicken shit to commit, so it's not like it matters what makes me happy. Not to you, anyway.” He bit back in response, his words hung above her head, dense, and dark like the onset of the worst storm ever.

“But I tried!” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a whine. Her bottom lip poked out, and she would have stomped her foot for good measure if it wasn't Phil that was standing in front of her.

“I was in love with you.” He whispered, suddenly so tender, ‘still am.’ She took the break in his intensity as a reason to take another step forward to close the distance. He was too stubborn to back down from her, and though he’d hate to admit it, he was hoping Sabrina would take it there. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, she missed the softness of his beard, and the way it felt against her bare skin. His breath hitched in his throat, and his tongue tied. He hated the way her lips looked luscious and plump. He hated the way her warm vanilla scent was invading his senses. He refused to unfold his arms, he couldn’t allow himself to touch her, to grab her hips, and feel how delicate she was. He couldn’t allow himself to be reminded of how much he worshiped every curve and dip of her body. Most of all he hated the way he didn’t miss his supposed girlfriend. ‘Fuck, I hate you.’

“Phil.” she called his name, saying it only the way she could, a tickle against his skin. So gentle, so forgiving, so… righteous. He closed his eyes – a last defensive mechanism, as if that’d make all of this stop – and let himself take a deep breath. ‘Do I really want her to stop though? Shit, get it together, Phil’ He internally tussled with himself.

“That’s okay,” Sabrina broke through his thoughts, “you don’t have to look at me, but you can hear me. You don’t have to admit out loud that you’re not satisfied, I know you miss this…us. I know you miss the way I was the loudest cheerleader in your corner, I’m the best pop you’ll ever receive. I know you inside out, how you liked to be touched, and where.” Her minty breath fanned over his face even from a foot below him. Her fingers caressed the tips of his ears, he wanted to bark like a dog, and he would if she so wished it he would; this is when he could feel his facade breaking.

“And you…know how to touch me.” Her hands slid down his neck to his tattoo covered arms, she held onto them and lifted her head to see his eyes were staring back at her. He was frozen…waiting, anticipating. At a single tug, his arms fell apart, she took his hands in hers, and slid them around her waist. Her cropped top did nothing to help cover her midsection, revealing the snake tattoo that he sat through hours of hand-holding with her for. The contrast between her softness, and the roughness of his palms gave her goosebumps all over. She brought her hands back up around his neck, not wanting to give him a second to think as she pressed her lips to his. Their tongues twisted and caressed each other as if trying to re-learn one another. This was absolutely fucking bad, and Phil knew that. What’s worse is that he didn’t care. All he knew was that his mind was empty, she tasted delicious, and he absolutely missed it. He missed her attention, he missed their conversations at 8pm till 5am the next morning, and he missed the way she whimpered his name everytime he stretched her out.

He pushed her against the wall and pinned her hands behind her back with his, a look of frustration passed over her face; her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath. He pressed his forehead to hers and the pit of her stomach turned, unfurling something that hadn’t been disturbed since the last time they ‘talked.’ His hazel eyes looked prettier than ever, and when she glanced down to see how his lips had tugged into a tiny smirk, she wanted to kiss him again. She leaned in for another dizzying kiss, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Don’t.” She breathed, she tried to pull him back to her, but him being the strongest one between the both of them, it was nothing to pry her off.

“Just…just give me a second.” He mumbled, she felt like she lost him the second he looked away from her, and by the guilty look on his face, Sabrina could take a guess at who that call could be from.

‘Little miss perfect timing.’ Suddenly the inside of her mouth tasted like acid. She clammored to hold onto that insatiable feeling, so instead of arguing back, she remained silent. She leaned against the cold brick wall with her head down, pretending Phil didn't just reject her for his girlfriend. His girlfriend, she thought to herself in disbelief, God, when did she become an Ariana Grande song? When he glanced over at her, he couldn't deny how adorable that pout of her’s was and he caught himself smiling.

“Oh uh, yea, I’m happy for you. The promotion is always what you wanted.” He cleared his throat trying to manage a somewhat even tone, he still had the taste of Sabrina’s lip gloss in his mouth. He licked his lips.“Yes, of course I’m listening to you.” Phil could feel his patience start to wear thin already; Alyssa liked to nit pick at every inflection in his voice and it irritated him to no end. Their ‘relationship’ had been on the rocks for a while, they just don't mesh well beyond friends, but they forced it because they both needed to take their minds off their exes. And here he was, being seduced by his. He looked back over his shoulder at Sabrina, at the same time she looked up, and he was frozen again. He didn't realize how long the silence was between him and Alyssa until she called his name.

“Phil, if you’re distracted then I can talk to you later.” She sounded burnt out, like she, too, was tired of holding up this stupid charade, but neither of them ever said it outloud. Too prideful to admit they felt miserable.

“No, I’m…” He trailed off, he felt bad for lying, but how was he supposed to say he wanted to fuck his ex through the brick wall and take her back for a second chance? He couldn’t, so he lied anyway, and told himself he’d deal with the consequences later. “Actually, yeah, I’m sorry. My mind is just on work tonight, maybe I can call you back when the night’s over?” He looked up at the ceiling waiting for a response. He rolled his eyes at how stupid he was being, but who is he kidding? Sabrina was always gonna be his end game.

“Yeah sure, it’s cool, I actually need some sleep myself.” Her voice sounded disconsolate, he winced a little, knowing they should have discussed what was happening currently, but he opted for later, instead. His eyes were still on Sabrina as she fidgeted with her phone, mindlessly scrolling.

“Mkay, I’ll talk to you later, then.” Phil said. Alyssa barely responded before hanging up abruptly, he stood there looking at his phone screen feeling a bit confused for a moment, but Sabrina’s voice caught his attention.

“Phil, I need to go get ready.” She had pushed herself off the wall, and began walking towards him. She grabbed his hand, holding onto his finger tips. He laced their fingers together, then pulled her into his arms, his hand sliding up her neck to cradle the back of her head. He took her by surprise, her lips parted to let out a yelp, but he pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing her voice. She let out a moan, the butterflies in the pit of her stomach stirred back to life. Phil’s other hand wrapped around her waist. His fingers slid underneath her shirt, caressing her skin gingerly, sending a chill down her spine. When he pulled away this time, Sabrina held onto his bottom lip tugging on it with her teeth. Reluctantly she let him go, a goofy smile stretching across her face. He played with her long curly hair with his finger tips; it reminded him how much trouble she got in all those years ago for shaving it off one side, and dying it without permission. Sabrina may or may not have been following a little too closely in Phil’s footsteps back then.

“I’ll see you later?” She mustered the strength to take a step away from him, it was cruel of him to send her on her way like this. Leaving her unsatisfied, and needy for more.

“Knock’em dead, kid.” He smiled, giving her a wink, and watched her gush before spinning in the opposite direction and disappearing down the hall. His eyes lingered on her retreating form, watching her hips sway wonderfully.

Later that night, there was a knock on her hotel door. Sabrina barely checked her phone reading a little after 10 PM before opening the latch. Phil strode in, hands on her hips, walking her back and without a thought, she hooked her arms around his neck, moaning when his lips found hers, colliding in a rushed kiss. She pulled away first, when her breath caught and it hurt to breathe. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but she shook her head, running her hands down his arms, taking him by the hands and leading him towards the bed. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say, scared it would resemble something like regret in his decision to come to her tonight. He let go of her hand, bending to pick the small Kumari plushy he had gifted her on her birthday a few years ago. She took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching him with hooded eyes, feeling coy as he held the toy in his hands. His lips twitched up, almost in disbelief as he met her gaze. His smile turned whimsical, “I can’t believe you still have this…” He looked at her dazedly, feeling something in his world shift. He thought she’d have moved on by now, that’s partially why he had avoided her for so long.

He took a seat next to her, but feeling startled by the onslaught of emotions permeating between them, Sabrina stood up, grabbing the plushie from him and placing it on the nightstand. “It was a gift,” she said, snidely, taking care to set it right. She let loose a startled gasp when she felt the rough pad of his finger stroke from the back of her knees and up her thighs. The baby pink nightdress she had on rose as his finger went higher, settling on the curve of her ass. She shivered, letting her eyes flutter as he pulled her closer, settling her between his thighs. His other hand moved over her hips and into the satin of her panties, caressing her slowly. “Phil…” she murmured, her legs feeling weak, but he held her tight as she felt herself begin to slip. He lowered her, having her lean on to him, her head falling to his shoulder as her mouth parted in silent gasps. His fingers spread her wider, feeling heat coat his skin and then he slipped in a finger. He stroked in and out of her slowly, relishing in her breathy little calls of his name, then watched her keen when he added a second finger.

“And after all these years, this pussy is still mine,” he breathed into her ear, feeling that tight grip on his wet fingers. “Did you wear this little dress for me, Sweetheart?” The hand on her ass curved up her thigh and ran up to her stomach, ruffling the fabric as she went, feeling where the short pink nighty had a heart shaped cutout at the center, exposing just below her bust. Of course she’d been thinking of Phil – she’d be a liar if she’d stated otherwise.

“Phil… uh -” she bit down on her lip when his palm reached her breast, squeezing a mound tightly. “Please…”

He tilted his head to the side, nosing her cheek, breathing her in, and he chuckled at her pleads, running the flat of his tongue to the base of her ear. “She’s so cute when she begs,” he whispered playfully. She groaned in protest, feeling so close until he slid his hand out of her underwear, and traced her lips. Her mouth parted, head following his hands as they moved to his own mouth. She watched entranced, as he licked them clean, her mouth slightly agape, and let out a moan.

Sabrina took hold of his face, pulling his lips onto hers, desperate to taste him again. She knew it wasn't right, but she pushed those guilty thoughts to the back of her mind, letting their tongues tangle. He held her hips, leading her beneath him on the bed, as he stood, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He pulled away, standing tall before her, towering in a way that made her feel so exposed and vulnerable, eliciting a feeling only he ever really knew how to uncover. She missed the way Phil could make her feel so dainty one second, and then powerful the next. She missed the way he made her laugh till her face muscles cramped up, and her breathing became unsteady. But most of all she missed the way he could make her feel like the most important woman in the world; he never forgot a birthday, an anniversary, or the way she liked her coffee in the morning. It was all the small things that added up to something unforgettable. She leaned back on her elbows, watching him hurriedly unzip the Avenged Sevenfold hoodie she used to be so fond of. She supposes they had both dressed for each other tonight. He threw it to the floor behind him, and his shirt followed.

She licked her lips, reaching a hand to him. He pulled her up, getting her on her knees, and guided her hands over his shoulders. When they kissed again, it was slower, more intense. Her hands slid form his neck to his chest, feeling the unsteady rhythm of his heart starting to sync with hers. She rested her palm there, pulling away to press her forehead to his. Phil watched her pretty chocolate colored irises, getting lost in them like he always used to, not feeling an ounce of regret in his actions, in being here with her, where he always knew he belonged. She reached her hand up tenderly, then tugged at his thick beard, lips stretching playfully. The tug of pain was hardly noticeable but he let out a low growl anyways that morphed into a chuckle, watching the mirth in her features.

Her eyes glinted, sparkling like a child in a candy store. She trailed her finger from the scruff on his jaw, down his neck, slowly, trying to mimic the way he had touched her bare legs earlier. Her head tilted down, watching the invisible path she drew, admiring the work of art that was his body. Though he wasn’t known for being the status quo wrestler, he was in immaculate shape. Maybe he didn’t have eight pack abs, but he was far from unfit. His arms and chest were perhaps Sabrina’s favorite feature in him. “What’s my little minx thinking?” he asked. Her eyes cut to his. It’s been a while since she was his.

“How much I want you,” she whispered, not missing a beat. “I need you,” she admitted, daring him to push her away in this moment, daring him to come to his senses and tell her they were wrong for this. He kissed her instead, and she felt the way his lips struggled not to smile. He pushed her down onto the bed, thinking she’s always looked gorgeous, but tonight she was something more. Her eyes gazed down to where his jeans hung low on his hips, and with her feet, she reached and tugged at the fabric, bringing it down. He looked upward to the ceiling, masking the smile that broke out on his face, wondering what he did to earn her sitting before looking like the prettiest present he’d ever seen.

“Phil,” Sabrina called out, voice just above a whisper. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes lidded and her hands holding onto her breasts, pointed and straining against the thin fabric covering them.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so sexy, baby.” He let his pants fall and she reached for him, pulling him on top of her. He flipped them over so she could be on top of him, and she straddled his waist, her thick thighs fitted on either side of him comfortably. She rocked her hips, the bulge in his boxers almost covered in material too soft for the friction she so desperately needed. She tossed her head back, grinding harder and it was a sight to him. He wanted to see her like this all the time – on top of him all frantic and flustered, wanton and desperate, lips swollen and parted, clothing askew and face fresh, hell he even adored the matching bonnet she had on. He remembered the first time he had her hot and bothered for him; she was a downright mess, nearly close to panic because she almost forgot to tie her hair up. Tonight was planned, he figured the moment the door opened – maybe even before that. “Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, baby, I need you – I – God,” he held her hips, guiding her back and forth on him, “ Please,” it was his turn to beg, wasn’t it? “I need to be in you.” She felt heat crawl up her spine and flush her face. He halted her movements, reaching between them to pull his hard length from his boxers. She pulled her panties to the side, guiding herself onto him.

“Phil…” she moaned, hands falling to the center of his stomach, nails digging in as his girth stretched her so deliciously. He held her hips but let her set the pace, only reaching his thumb to rub at her swollen clit. She whimpered and he slowly lifted his hips to meet her movements, “Oh god…” she cried, tightening her muscles around him. “Ah –”

“I know,” he murmured, “I know, baby.” His eyes struggled to stay open; it’s been a while since he felt this good, been a while since it's been her. “You’re so good, princess,” he whispered, feeling flashes of heat run over his body. He sat up, placing a hand to the small of her back, the other across her shoulder blade, and when she cried out, she muffled it against the crook of his neck. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he breathed into her ear, letting their hips crash in a delicious rhythm. She threw her head back, mouth parting and cries of pleasure pouring from her. “That’s right,” he thrusted faster, pulling at the straps of her dress. “Let it out, kitten – don’t give a fuck who hears…” his lips casted down her neck to her breasts, kissing and sucking and biting until blood pooled beneath her skin. “You’re mine,” he nipped into her skin, “always,” he let her know, pushing deep into her, kissing her womb with the tip of his dick.

“Ah!” she cried out, hand in his hair, gripping so tight it stung. He buried his face in between her breasts, inhaling her scent. Heat between them grew incinerating and she held him even tighter. “I’m – ah… Phil – I’m so close,” she begged him to go harder, feeling her vision start to blur, dark spots dance between her eyes, “Right there,” she managed, but he already knew how she liked it, already knew how to get her beyond the help of the god she’s calling out for. She comes before him, in a rush and he pounds into her, sloppily, pulling more and more waves of euphoria from her. He stills when his climax hits, seating it deep inside her, pulling out slowly to feel it all spill between them. Still holding her in his hands, he gently rolled her off of him so that she could lay comfortably while he reached over the nightstand for a few tissues to clean himself off, then went to get a damp towel for her.

They both laid in bed facing each other, covered in a layer of sweat, but Phil didn’t care. He always thought she looked even more gorgeous afterwards in the glow of post-coital, with her eyes all hazy and her lids hooded, like she was drunk off sex, drunk off of him. Her voice, hoarse, and somewhat deeper than her usual octave. “I should have expected a second shower tonight.” Sabrina sighed, she sat up against the headboard, and took the blanket with her, holding it up to her chest. When she looked back down at Phil, he had this goofy grin on his face, like someone had just knocked him over the head with a steel chair.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze, despite the fact that his lips just re-learned every inch of her body. Despite the fact that he has seen her completely naked countless times, and has sent him a hoard of sexy photos before they broke up. The stare he was giving her now was different, and it scared her. This was the same look he had in his eye before he asked her to make their relationship official, and be his girlfriend.

“Relax scaredy-cat I’m not gonna ask you to marry me, ya ain’t ready for that.” He was partly joking, but that hurt her still. Sabrina wasn’t sure if he felt it, but the energy in the room suddenly shifted. Whatever mist that had been covering her eyes cleared, and she no longer felt the desire to be cuddled up with him in bed. She looked over at the clock, it had just struck midnight, and unfortunately her carriage had turned back into a pumpkin. By the time Phil caught the look in her eyes, it was too late, she had already gotten up from the bed, leaving the bedding behind, and made her way to the bathroom.

“Sabrina–” She cut him off by slamming the bathroom door. He threw himself back into the sheets, but the second he closed his eyes, his phone began to ring. Rolling his eyes, but rolling over the side of the bed reluctantly, he reached down to grab his jeans. He felt around for his phone, before looking at the screen. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion to see it was Alyssa.

“Uh…hello?” He asked, the line was quiet for a moment, and before he got a chance to speak again she blurted out.

“I think we should give each other some space, Phil.” He blinked, staring straight ahead, this was not at all what he was expecting, but here he was feeling dumbfounded.

“I’m not quite sure what to say, uh, are you okay. I mean this—

“If we’re being honest we weren’t built to last, and I’m 100% sure neither of us are actually over our exes.” She said plainly, right on cue, Phil looked over his shoulder at the imaginary cameras, he could barely hold in his laughter, but he did his best. Jokes aside, Alyssa was right about them not meant to be together.

“Well shit Lyssa you seem to always have the best timing, is this official, because after this I don’t plan on going through it a second time.” He says haughtily, Alyssa scoffed on her end of the phone, some shuffling could be heard, but finally it went quiet again.

“I know girls like her, Phil, I was a girl like her, and if it’s one thing I learned during our time together, it’s that you can’t cage a hummingbird.” He was taken aback by her words, he had never even thought about it that way.

“When did you become so wise?” He asked, he tilted his head towards the shower, the water could still be heard running, so he leaned back into the bed.

“Listen, my advice, just take things slow.” It was simple enough, when he reflected back on their relationship, perhaps he was too intense with Sabrina. A weight had just been unexpectedly lifted off his shoulders, that was one problem resolved, but now he had to re-define his and Sabrina’s relationship. If she even wanted a relationship.

Alyssa gave her parting words, “hey, I gotta go, don’t overthink it.” She rushed out, after Phil wished her well, they both hung up the phone. He let out an exasperated breath, before last night he didn’t think there was any way in hell that a second chance for him, and Sabrina would even be a possibility. She already ran from him once, and he thought he was taking things slow before. ‘Well we had only been dating a few months before I decided to move things to the next level.’ Phil pondered on this to himself as he waited for Sabrina.

She was too upset to even think, so she stood under the hot water, letting it cascade down her body. By the time she actually started to shower, her thoughts began to slowly seep in, and soon enough tears began to fall. A mix of emotions rolled through her, and she didn’t even know where to begin. Thankfully tomorrow was her day off, so she didn’t have to be bothered with putting on a brave face for TV. The water began to turn cold, so that’s when she decided to call it quits, grabbing her towel, and walking back into the bedroom. She could feel Phil’s eyes on her as she dropped her towel right in front of him. He had to do a double take, it’s like every time he talked himself off the ledge, she pulled him right back to the edge again, and again.

Rummaging through her clothes Sabrina’s mind went in a spiral about her and Phil. For some reason, she just couldn’t make up her mind about whether she wanted to commit to him or not. It had nothing to do with him – in all their time together, he was a wonderful partner, it was her, she was the problem. While Phil was always the one on the ledge, she was just there, watching him ready to jump off for her, again, and again, and again. For the life of her, she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was as to why she was so damn scared. She pulled on her t-shirt, and a pair of biker shorts, then turned to Phil with determination. He was still in bed, he had his boxers on, and his head leaned back on the pillows with his eyes closed.

“Phillip!” Sabrina shouted, slowly his eyes opened, he glanced at her wearily. Her hands balled into fist, and her lips pressed together.

“Uh oh, you’ve got that constipated look, guess we mean business now.” He taunted, his lips curling upward into a tiny smirk. His charm usually made her weak in the knees, but Sabrina didn’t falter.

“Shut up. I’ve got something to say, and I need to say it now before I just wither away inside.” She demanded, so he closed his mouth, giving her his undivided attention. She inhaled deeply, held her breath for a ten count, and then exhaled slowly. That didn’t help, if anything it only accelerated her nervousness, so she charged on regardless.

“I’m a coward and I’m selfish. Pretty sure if I sat with myself long enough, there'd be a valid reason I’m so flighty, but I guess what I’m trying to say is…” She trailed off for a moment, she could feel that window of opportunity leaving her mind, entering the territory of personal feelings causing her to shut down, but she willed herself to focus. “I just—ugh!” Sabrina grunted, causing Phil’s expression to soften, talking about her feelings has always been a struggle. They never talked about that, obviously.

“It’s okay–”

“No! It's not okay, because I love you. You’re my first love, and I can’t just let that go. I stupidly did that once already, I practically pushed you into the arms of another woman, and I hate that.” She blurted out. Not wanting to break her rhythm, Phil remained quiet. “I want you all to myself, I want you all the time, every day, every night. I want you, I want you, goddamn it, I want you.” Sabrina unconsciously stomped her foot, her eyes glossy, and all the built up tension from the year they spent apart finally tearing its ugly head. Phil scooted to the other side of the bed where she stood by her still open luggage.

He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes held sincerity as he said, “And you can have me, baby… if you say pretty please.” He whispered half heartedly, to which Sabrina punched in the chest, and though it wasn’t at full force, it was enough impact to sting a little. “Ow, okay I deserved that.” He grunted, overselling the punch more than what was necessary, which got a chuckle out of Sabrina.

“You’re an idiot.” She smiled shakily. Their arms wrapped around each other and Phil pulled her hips closer to him, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“I love you.” He whispered. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, somehow taking her breath away with such little effort on his part.

Seemingly star struck, Sabrina smiled girlishly, eyes still glistening, “you do?”

“Oh, Sabrina I love you so fucking much, it should be a crime.” Phil confessed, his gaze unyielding, and his stomach tingling from the flutter of butterflies stirring in the pit of his stomach.

The wide grin she donned slowly morphed into a grimace she couldn't help, her heart falling to the pit of her stomach, “Shit, you…have a girlfriend.” She slowly pulled back, he didn’t want to let her go, but he put a little bit of space so he could think straight.

He shook his head, “No - I, ah,” her brows furrowed and he admitted, “It’s a long story - but what if…we take things slow, and keep it casual? Just till I work things out, I know it’s not ideal.” He rushed out not wanting to lose their moment again. But then he began to explain anyway, he too had to wrap his head around their current situation.

“Yeah, no you’re right,” she sighed, “I think we should cool it for a while.”

“Oh, well then…now what?”

“Now…we take things slow…er.” Phil smiled, and unable to stop herself from mirroring him, Sabrina let out a giggle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and let him pull her in for a perfervid kiss. She let out a soft moan, pressing herself into him impossibly closer. His hands slid down her thighs, and when he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist like it was always this easy between them. He carried her over to an end table in front of the bedroom windowsill. They could see the whole of Chicago from how high up they were in the hotel. He got into his knees in front of her, putting his head underneath her shirt, and began to kiss down her stomach.

“Phil.” She let out a fit of giggles, it was all fun and games until he stopped at her underwear. Her breath hitched when he slid her panties to the side, and swiped his tongue across her clit making her back arch. With one hand he held her leg up, and with the other he slid his index finger in, and then his middle. All Sabrina had to do was lean back, and enjoy his handy work. If this was them taking it slow, she didn't mind it at all. She let out a sigh, dropping her hand to his hair, weaving her fingers into the tousled locks as his mouth worked her into a tizzy. The closer she came to her orgasm, the more she grinded her hips against his face.

“That’s right baby, use me, please, smother me.” Phil begged. He pulled away, and quickly got Sabrina’s panties down her hips, and around his muscular bicep like an armband. Sabrina did as told without question, and pushed his face between her thighs. His tongue slid into her, tasting everything she had to offer him, and he didn’t want to waste a drop as she came into his mouth. He hungrily lapped his tongue over her, and finished it off with soft kisses until her body finally relaxed against the windowpane. When he pulled his head from underneath her shirt, his face was flushed red, and his lips were stretched into a shit-eating grin.

“Thanks for the ride.” Sabrina leaned forward, and Phil met her half way pressing their lips together. He pulled back, still slightly out of breath, he stood from his kneeling position, and pulled her up with him.

“Anytime.” He turned her around in his arms so that they’d both be facing the view outside, it was the beginning of fall, and all the leaves had begun to turn beautiful autumn colors. As he trailed kisses down her neck, Sabrina humed contentedly, and that’s when she pulls away. “I’m starving.” She moaned, a low grumble came from the pit of her stomach sending them both into a fit of laughter. He grabbed her by the face, pressed his lips to her forehead, his eyes shone with adoration for the woman in front of him.

“Alright princess, I’ll go grab some breakfast from your favorite spot, and I’ll be back. How’s that sound?” He reluctantly let go of her face, he knew if he didn’t they’d be naked on the floor next. Sabrina shook her head eagerly, her mouth watering at the thought of her favorite diner restaurant.

“I’ll wait here, I’ve got a free schedule.” She beamed up at him, before he had a chance to step away, Sabrina stole a chaste kiss. After Phil left, Sabrina fell back into the bed, and was already falling asleep before he made it back to the hotel.

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