One Shots

“No. Nope. No way. You do not get to be mad at me about this!” Nastia yelled, her voice cracking.

Alex strode across the room, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floors. “Are you serious? Why don’t I get to be upset about you spending your time with other men? You barely have any time for me, with your classes and grading papers, but you have time for this Jonathan guy?”

“He’s my fucking teaching assistant, Alex!” She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to collect herself. “If you can’t respect my job and trust that I’m not going to cheat on you, then I’m going. Don’t bother calling me, okay?”

Alex reached for her, but she shrugged off his hand, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. “I just...,” he started, but she cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“I don’t want to hear it. We keep on calling our relationship off and then getting back together, but I’m done this time. It’s time for both of us to acknowledge that this, what we have, is not good for us.” Her blue eyes, normally radiant and lively, were downcast, filled with defeat, and Alex knew that this time, she really meant it. He wanted to scream, kick, throw a hissy fit until she stayed with him, but instead he stood in silence, watching his girlfriend of two years walk out on him.

Two weeks went by, and Alex was still a mess. His teammates tried to talk to him, to get him to come out with them, but after a while, even they gave up on him. When Valentine’s Day rolled around, he couldn't even convince himself to leave the couch all day, opting to sit there and wallow in misery as he flipped through the channels. As he was halfway through some stupid HGTV show that he was sure Nastia would have loved, he heard his phone beep at him. Picking it up, he had to do a double take to make sure he read it right.

From: Nastia
I miss you

Without thinking he threw on his coat, grabbed his keys, and ran to his car.

On the other side of Montreal, Nastia was staring at her phone screen, hoping it would spontaneously combust in her hands, deleting the evidence of her momentary weakness. Why the fuck had she decided to send that text? She wanted to blame it on the two glasses of wine that she'd chugged after work, but she knew that those thoughts were anything but drunk thoughts.

Instead, she chose to blame it on how desperately she needed the release that came with being with Alex. God, she missed how well he knew her body, how he could tell what she needed with just one look. She kept telling herself this, that she didn't miss him, just his body, as she poured her third glass of wine and tossed her phone next to her on the couch, wishing she wasn't so damn weak.

When the doorbell rang, she let out a weak “come in,” assuming it was one of her friends coming to check in on her and make sure she wasn't making any stupid decisions. But instead it was Alex in the doorway. Before she could protest his presence, he had crossed the room in two strides, his chest pressed to hers. He cupped her face in his large hands, kissing her firmly.

Nastia’s body, traitor that it was, reacted immediately, slipping her tongue between his parted lips, deepening their connection. Her brain was practically rioting inside her head, telling her that this was a terrible idea, that she should kick him out right now. But when he nipped her bottom lip, she locked those thoughts in the back of her mind to be dealt with at a later time.

Alex’s hands tugged her t-shirt over her head, before pinning her wrists behind her back as his lips slid over her soft skin. His tongue traced the side of her neck, watching her shudder as a soft hiss left her parted lips. Her bra was swiftly discarded and, as he let go of her wrists, she immediately moved to take off his shirt, her hand tracing the smooth lines of his abs before lowering her lips to taste every inch of him.

Her movements, however, were too slow for Alex, who was all but dying of impatience. Unceremoniously, he threw her over his shoulder, walking her to the bedroom, a journey that he had taken so many times before, and yet felt completely different this time. He tossed her on the bed, watching the way her blonde hair spread out around her, a halo of gold.

Neither had ever been particularly silent in bed, but there was nothing to say tonight. The only thing between them was a pure animalistic need that begged to be satisfied. Words would only complicate things.

He flipped Nastia over, pulling her hips back to rub against the front of his jeans. Her thin leggings were quick to go, followed by her lace thong. His own jeans were next to be removed, and finally his underwear, allowing him to press his cock against her, both of them letting out soft moans at the contact. Slipping his member inside her, Alex set a fast pace, the small gasps coming from Nastia urging him on.

Alex’s palm landed firmly on her ass, leaving a reddened mark in his wake. Nastia jerked, but the whimper that escaped her lips let Alex know exactly how she felt about it, and he landed another rough slap to the other side, feeling her pussy clench around him. One of her hands snuck under her body, circling her clit as she thrust her hips back towards him. Alex, however, had other ideas.

“Flip over,” he growled, grabbing her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head. Using his free hand to reach his belt, strewn on the bed beside her, he secured her wrists to the bed frame. She looked so beautiful like that, absolutely at his mercy, her pupils darkened with arousal as she waited for him to make his next move.

Alex crawled back between her legs, guiding his cock between her folds, gently pushing back into her with slow, deep thrusts. His cock buried deep inside her warm pussy after two weeks without her was perhaps the greatest feeling in the world, Alex thought to himself, seeing her on her back, her hips lifting off the bed with every thrust of his, an unspoken plea for more.

A single bead of sweat ran across his face, his hair, now shaggier than she remembered, sticking to his forehead. Nastia desperately wanted to touch him, to feel his face in her hands, to run her fingers through his hair, but she was left to jerk her hands wildly against the restraints of the belt. Alex smiled knowingly above her, leaning down to kiss her hard, stealing the protests and pleas from her lips.

Nastia planted her feet on the bed, allowing her to meet his every thrust, giving her some feeling of control. Alex’s hands went to her hips, digging into the flesh, certain to leave bruises in the morning, but neither one cared.

In this new position, it didn't take long for both of them to climax, Nastia’s mouth open in a silent scream, Alex burying his face into her collarbone to muffle his grunts.

He rolled off of her, untying her hands and checking her wrists to ensure that her circulation was normal and it hadn't cut into her skin too much, a moment of tenderness that ran counter to the emotional distance between them.

When the blissful haze of her orgasm passed, Nastia felt overcome with a wave of revulsion. How could she have let herself do that, act as if nothing had changed between them? She had so happily spread her legs for him, for the man that had broken her heart two weeks ago.

Turning to the side, she watched Alex lying there, his eyes peacefully closed but the rise and fall of his chest showing that he hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet. For a second, she could almost forget the shit between them and pretend that everything was normal. She rested her head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to the questions racing around in her head were written on the cracks in the paint above her.

They lay beside each other on the bed, close but not quite touching, the only noise being the sounds of their breathing. “Nastia, I…,” Alex started, but she cut him off.

“Alex, I think you should go,” she whispered, as if afraid of the words coming out of her mouth.

He turned towards her, trying to figure out her thoughts, trying to convince her to change her mind. “Nastia, I’m sorry about what I said when you last spoke, I'm sorry I didn't trust you, I'm sorry that I get so easily threatened. I don't know how to let go of you, and I don't want to have to let go.” She could see the pain in her eyes and it felt like a dagger to her stomach.

Nastia rolled over so her back was towards him, so that he couldn't see the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. “Alex, please just leave.” In that moment, she hated herself for how much she wanted to just forgive him, move on, and put this entire incident behind her. But she knew that she couldn’t let herself fall back into his arms that easily.

“Nastia, please talk to me. Tell me how I can make this right, please,” he begged.

Surreptitiously, she wiped her tears from her eyes, sitting upright and putting on a steely face. “This was a good fuck, but that’s all it was, Alex. I got what I needed, and I’m done.” Her voice was harsh, but inside, she was struggling to keep it together. Her eyes, cold and unforgiving, were focused straight ahead, as if looking at Alex would be too painful for her.

In that moment, Alex knew she was gone. Nastia had always been one to hit out in fights, but she was never deliberately cruel. Without a word, he dressed himself and headed out, but not before saying one last thing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t what you needed. I hope you’ll find someone eventually, who’ll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll always love you, Nastia.”

She didn’t bother looking at him, her eyes still staring blankly at the wall in front of her, but the slight quiver of her lip told Alex everything he needed to know. With that, he walked out into the crisp Montreal air, leaving Nastia drowning in the echoes of his words.

Notes

I meant to write something adorable and fluffy for Valentine's Day but apparently my current soundtrack is not amenable to such things, so instead I ended up with this.

(If you're curious about what I've been listening to, it's How Not To by Dan + Shay, I'm Comin' Over by Chris Young, I Wish I Was by Maren Morris, and Once by Maren Morris.)

Anyways, Happy Valentine's Day to all of you lovely people (or, if you're single like me, Happy Tuesday)!

I have a few more stories that I'm in the middle of writing; hopefully those will be finished soon!