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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Strangers to Soul Mates (01/?)
Fandom: original fic
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side…
Pairing: OMC/OFC [aaron/katy]
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC
Notes: The story begins in April of 2005. Katy is 20 years old. Aaron is 21.
Warning: Sex between a male and a female
A/N: The band in this story is real, or they were before they broke up last year. Anyway, the band in this story is based off them. So are the individuals in the band. Basically: I was too lazy to come up with other names.
Word Count: 811
Dedication: toscorpio_15 because she always knows what to say :)
Summary: When strangers become soul mates.
CHAPTER ONE:
The van is hot like the heat is on full blast. But it’s really just our body heat. We’re kissing, touching, grinding, getting sweaty. Our fingers fumble with buttons as we tear each other’s clothes off. Our kisses get sloppier with each reunion of our lips. We pant between kisses, gulping lung-full’s of air.
Then we’re naked and I’m flat on my back on the backseat of the van. A beautiful man in his early twenties is positioned between my legs, gently penetrating me. He keeps his lean, but solid, body close to mine as he thrusts into me; his pace fast but gentle.
Our moans mix together in perfect harmony. His kisses, his touches, his thrusts, they are all perfect; in timing, pressure and repetition. Everything is perfect, just right. The intensity building at just the right pace until we’re both crying out from the immense pleasure coursing through our veins.
We slowly come down from our highs, our bodies rocking together; slowing their pace until they eventually stop. Then he kisses me tenderly, leaving me more breathless than I already was. He nuzzles my cheek and kisses my ear. I sigh and hug him close, one of my hands holding the back of his head.
Coming down from this natural high is almost as pleasurable as the high itself. But the pleasure is different. It’s more emotional than physical. I feel so happy and safe at this moment. I never want it to end. But then he sighs and realization sets in.
I push my sex partner away.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, picking my clothes up and throwing them on. “Oh my god!” I say a little louder.
“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks as he pulls on his own clothes.
I rake my hair back from my face. “I uh, don’t usually do this,” I tell him, rubbing my palms on my jeans. “And certainly never with someone who isn’t my boyfriend, let alone someone I barely know,” I continue, pulling on my sneakers.
“Are you regretting this?”
I stop all movement at Aaron’s words. I slowly turn to look at him. There’s something there in his soft green eyes.
I sigh. “No. It’s just…” I look out the window of the van. “It’s been almost five years,” I tell him. “I just didn’t think I would ever get to this point again.” I look down at my hands, folding and unfolding them in my lap.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asks.
I blow my bangs out of my face as I lean back in my seat. Aaron wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him.
“When I was younger, one of my first boyfriends…” I sigh. “He said he was in love with me, but some of his actions didn’t show it.”
“What do you mean?” he asks gently.
“Like this one time; we were fooling around, wrestling, and he put me in a choke hold. When I tried to get away, he tightened his arm around my neck.” Tears gather in the corners of my eyes. I wipe at them, not even trying to be discreet.
I sigh quietly. “Every time I tried to get away, he’d tighten his hold. It got to the point where I couldn’t breathe. My mom came in the room and when she noticed me gasping, she freaked out on him. I don’t know if he would have let go if she hadn’t walked in.”
The man I’m cuddled with wraps his other arm around me and gives me a gentle squeeze. “That sounds like abuse to me,” he says quietly.
I nod. “He used to pressure me into having sex with him. I’d tell him ‘no’ over and over again. But he’d keep insisting that we do it until I just… I didn’t fucking care, I knew I wasn’t going to get my way. I just wanted him to get it over with and then leave me alone,” I continue.
“And that sounds like rape,” he says.
“I believe the legal terminology for it is sexual coercion,” I reply. “But either way, I haven’t even kissed a guy, let alone slept with one, since then.” He nods and we fall silent.
After a few minutes, I speak up.
“Aaron…” I pause. “Was this just a one night stand? Am I just some quick groupie fuck?”
Aaron sighs. “In all honesty, what happened between us was definitely not my intention,” he says.
“Then what was?” I ask.
“To make you fall in love with me,” he answers quietly.
I crane my head back so as to look at him without moving away too much. “Aaron, you don’t have to make me fall in love with you,” I tell him. “Because I already am.” Aaron smiles brightly at me.
“I love you too,” he replies, then kisses me gently.
& & & & &
Stay Tuned for Chapter 2!!!!
Comments and ConCrit are welcomed
Fandom: original fic
Author:
writefictionRating: NC-17 to be on the safe side…
Pairing: OMC/OFC [aaron/katy]
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC
Notes: The story begins in April of 2005. Katy is 20 years old. Aaron is 21.
Warning: Sex between a male and a female
A/N: The band in this story is real, or they were before they broke up last year. Anyway, the band in this story is based off them. So are the individuals in the band. Basically: I was too lazy to come up with other names.
Word Count: 811
Dedication: to
scorpio_15 because she always knows what to say :)Summary: When strangers become soul mates.
CHAPTER ONE:
The van is hot like the heat is on full blast. But it’s really just our body heat. We’re kissing, touching, grinding, getting sweaty. Our fingers fumble with buttons as we tear each other’s clothes off. Our kisses get sloppier with each reunion of our lips. We pant between kisses, gulping lung-full’s of air.
Then we’re naked and I’m flat on my back on the backseat of the van. A beautiful man in his early twenties is positioned between my legs, gently penetrating me. He keeps his lean, but solid, body close to mine as he thrusts into me; his pace fast but gentle.
Our moans mix together in perfect harmony. His kisses, his touches, his thrusts, they are all perfect; in timing, pressure and repetition. Everything is perfect, just right. The intensity building at just the right pace until we’re both crying out from the immense pleasure coursing through our veins.
We slowly come down from our highs, our bodies rocking together; slowing their pace until they eventually stop. Then he kisses me tenderly, leaving me more breathless than I already was. He nuzzles my cheek and kisses my ear. I sigh and hug him close, one of my hands holding the back of his head.
Coming down from this natural high is almost as pleasurable as the high itself. But the pleasure is different. It’s more emotional than physical. I feel so happy and safe at this moment. I never want it to end. But then he sighs and realization sets in.
I push my sex partner away.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, picking my clothes up and throwing them on. “Oh my god!” I say a little louder.
“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks as he pulls on his own clothes.
I rake my hair back from my face. “I uh, don’t usually do this,” I tell him, rubbing my palms on my jeans. “And certainly never with someone who isn’t my boyfriend, let alone someone I barely know,” I continue, pulling on my sneakers.
“Are you regretting this?”
I stop all movement at Aaron’s words. I slowly turn to look at him. There’s something there in his soft green eyes.
I sigh. “No. It’s just…” I look out the window of the van. “It’s been almost five years,” I tell him. “I just didn’t think I would ever get to this point again.” I look down at my hands, folding and unfolding them in my lap.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asks.
I blow my bangs out of my face as I lean back in my seat. Aaron wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him.
“When I was younger, one of my first boyfriends…” I sigh. “He said he was in love with me, but some of his actions didn’t show it.”
“What do you mean?” he asks gently.
“Like this one time; we were fooling around, wrestling, and he put me in a choke hold. When I tried to get away, he tightened his arm around my neck.” Tears gather in the corners of my eyes. I wipe at them, not even trying to be discreet.
I sigh quietly. “Every time I tried to get away, he’d tighten his hold. It got to the point where I couldn’t breathe. My mom came in the room and when she noticed me gasping, she freaked out on him. I don’t know if he would have let go if she hadn’t walked in.”
The man I’m cuddled with wraps his other arm around me and gives me a gentle squeeze. “That sounds like abuse to me,” he says quietly.
I nod. “He used to pressure me into having sex with him. I’d tell him ‘no’ over and over again. But he’d keep insisting that we do it until I just… I didn’t fucking care, I knew I wasn’t going to get my way. I just wanted him to get it over with and then leave me alone,” I continue.
“And that sounds like rape,” he says.
“I believe the legal terminology for it is sexual coercion,” I reply. “But either way, I haven’t even kissed a guy, let alone slept with one, since then.” He nods and we fall silent.
After a few minutes, I speak up.
“Aaron…” I pause. “Was this just a one night stand? Am I just some quick groupie fuck?”
Aaron sighs. “In all honesty, what happened between us was definitely not my intention,” he says.
“Then what was?” I ask.
“To make you fall in love with me,” he answers quietly.
I crane my head back so as to look at him without moving away too much. “Aaron, you don’t have to make me fall in love with you,” I tell him. “Because I already am.” Aaron smiles brightly at me.
“I love you too,” he replies, then kisses me gently.
& & & & &
Stay Tuned for Chapter 2!!!!
Comments and ConCrit are welcomed
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Date: July 17th, 2010 05:57 am (UTC)well done bb <3