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Belladonnaroses
'Oh, can't anybody see
We've got a road to find
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say '
We had sex in an alley.
Messy, violent, dark, and wet and damn good sex. It was me and Spike and two broken hearts. It was the rough wall scraping my back. It was the feeling of my shirt rubbing against my breasts and his jeans against my hips. It was the rain and the lack of hope and the feeling of his fingers bruising my skin.
We had sex in an alley.
It was damn good. And I when I think of it I don't remember feeling hungry or scared or lost. I don't rememer the dirt on my hair and face. I only remember his face in the crook of my nack, his moving inside me, the chill of his needless breath on my neck.
I remember my fingers in his hair on his tongue on my breast. I remember his eyes staring into mine and how I had to look away because I couldn't stand to look at those eyes that mirrored mine. I remember his rough hands pinnend my wrists above my head. I remember his thrusts and my moans. I remember closing my eyes and losing myself in his scent and touch and presence.
It was sex in an alley, and in a way I think we could blame it all on that one act. I think that we can trace all the love and the pain and the tears and the blood back to that one act that decided it all to us. When what was supposed to be a meaningless fuck developed into something more.
I had bruises on my back and on my hips and on my breasts. My lips were swollen from his mouth and teeth. My underwear was torn. But then I hadn't expected it to be flowers and sweetness and candle light. Hell, I hadn't even expected it to happen.
Sex in an alley.
And it changed everything.
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