a figth with a happy ending

She hated looking at them, from across the table, posing like the perfect couple. She hated the way Becca smiled at him and looked content, maybe even happy. She hated the way everyone looked at them as if they were the best thing, that he was prince charming and she was the princess, but she wasn’t and he was no where near it. So she sat across glaring at the arm around Becca as if she could burn it off and she wanted to hate her for forgiving him and not her. Neil caught her eye and smiles sadly thinking the glare for the wanted of him, if he only knew, she laughed at the though of his innocent face going from confused , to shocked, to hurt and she wanted to tell him, yell at him, that it wasn’t about him, that it had never been about him.

Then Becca looked at her and there eyes met and Sasha could see so much in those chocolate obs and she couldn’t handle Becca looking at her with her bitter and invasive eyes, couldn’t handle the way they read her. She stumbled to her feet mumbling a pathetic excuse of not feeling well and she felt the rooms eyes on her. She heard Becca’s mumble of checking on her and her walked turned to a sprint as she ran for her door. She felt a snag on her wrist and turned to find Becca angrier than she had ever seen her and Sasha tried to pry her arm free as Becca only tightened her hold and began pulling her down the hall.

“Let go.” Sasha spoke as she tried to pull her arm free. But Becca seemed to be stronger then she gave her credit for. Sasha found herself being pushed into her own room and as she heard, felt, the door slam shut, she felt Becca all around her, she felt Becca’s confusion and anger and felt it come to a head as she exploded.

“Stop looking at me, stop looking at me like I did something wrong, like I’m the one who left, the only who FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND. I can’t handle it when you look at me, I can’t concentrate, I cant breath, I can’t move so stop looking at me.” Becca scream until she was flushed and out of breath, and Sasha could only stare and try to understand her outburst, Becca was having the same problem as if she had just realized what she had said. And Sasha felt herself moving closer and closer to Becca and she stumbled back, but she could only go so far and then Sasha had her cornered with a look in her eye that Sasha couldn’t name.

“Stop looking at you, you think I want to look at you, I can’t think of anything else, except you, it hurts to look at you and I can’t stop, so don’t tell me to stop looking at you, stop letting Neil touch you like he owns you.” she paused and to prove her point of touch, to practice the motion, she dragged her hand up Becca’s leg, over her stomach, slowing, painstakingly to graze Becca’s breast, which a whimper could be heard, along her neck, cupping around her cheek, feeling it heat in her hand. Sasha paused and stumbled over her thought. “Stop pretending like you like it.” she moved even closer.

“Don’t fucking tell me what I like” Becca hissed as she tried to move, only to have Sasha push her further into the wall. Sasha moved closer dropping her mouth to Becca’s ear, letting her lips touch the tender flesh and felt Becca tremble

“I may not know what you fucking…” she let the word linger as she pressed her hips into Becca’s. ” like… but I know what you want.” she stayed breathing into Becca’s ear and she dropped her palms to the open flesh between Becca’s jeans and shirt.

” And what do I want Sasha, since you know me so fucking well?” she pushed, but she wasn’t strong enough to get Sasha off, just enough to ease to painful pleasure that had began to build in her body.

Sasha moved so she could look Becca in the eye, so she could see feel everything Sasha was feeling.

Her left hand slid up Becca’s shirt passed her bra and cupped Becca’s breast roughly with her impossibly soft hand. Becca felt a ripple of pleasure rip through her body.

“Me.” And all she could do was stare into Sasha eyes, watching as her pupils go bigger and then if possible, even larger as Becca felt a moan riped through her throat. Her eyes dropped to serenes mouth, red and partly open and Becca couldn’t stop herself if she tried.

And she was kissing Sasha, not sensitivity, not softly, but fast and hard and open mouthed and tongue and teeth and she couldn’t catch her breath even if she wanted to. Her hands were in Sasha’s hair as she kissed her, her tongue in Sasha’s mouth, further and rougher then she’d ever kissed someone before. She felt Sasha’s hands rip her top open and then her hands were on Becca’s breast and she pulled away to breath, Becca’s hands pulled painfully on Sasha’s hair as her head dropped back and Becca’s mouth devoured her neck. Sasha bit back a scream as Becca hit a spot then sunk her teeth into the tender skin hard enough to break the skin. Then they were stumbling back and falling onto the bed. And cloths were being torn off. Sasha managed to straddle Becca’s hips with her long bare legs. She took Becca’s breast into her mouth and felt her arch into her mouth and she bit down on the nipple and Becca let out a sharp cry of pleasured pain and then Sasha was gone off her body and she felt only hands cupping her ass cheeks then she felt a mouth, on her throbbing wet center and her head hit the pillow with a moan and a plea as Sasha took her time biting and nipping everywhere but where she needed her and just before Becca started to cry, Sasha’s mouth sucked her clit into her mouth and she could feel Sasha’s name falling out of her mouth, and her name turning into a scream as Sasha bit down. She felt her entire body arch of the bed as she came.

Screaming.

When she came down Sasha was kissing a trail up her body.

But then Sasha was her back against the bed and Becca had three fingers hilt deep inside of her and she began to see stars, but Becca kept her hovering with sharp bites to her mouth and breasts and neck and fingers that kept pulling away, unlike Becca she did begin to beg, dragging her nails down Becca’s back and then Becca pushed and she was coming harder then she though possible.

By the time they fell asleep lights for the street illumiNeild the room and all Sasha could remember was pulling Becca as close as possible, biting her neck hard enough for Becca to whimper.

“Don’t stop.”

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