BLAKELY SPEAKS !

friends! here's a cute little warning:
this chapter does include *subtle*
smut so if you aren't a fan please
just feel free to skip ahead when
they start making out and just
know for future reference that they
had sex LMAOOO

CORYO AND I HAD FINALLY made it to his apartment at nearly 3:30 AM after a long walk in silence.

He opened the door for me, his red blazer in hand, then shut it quietly behind me.

I was honestly far too tired to examine his home, or any of it's decor. I'd just wanted to go to sleep.

Coriolanus turns the corner and I follow, but am startled when Tigris stands from her desk to greet us.

Coryo doesn't seem at all like the type to be bringing a girl home at half past three in the morning so if I were his cousin, I, too, would be shocked.

"Hey, Marian." she spares me a subtle smile, quickly turning to stare over Coryo with a worried gaze.

"We were just going to bed. It was a long day." Coryo briefly explains for the two of us, sparing me from much embarrassment.

He opens the last door down the hall and flips the light switch on.

I'm met with contrasting dark gray walls and a blue rug covering the entire area of the room. There's not much in here except for his unmade bed and a desk with pens and papers cluttered atop of it.

He places his blazer at the edge of his bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt with a sigh.

I swallow, suddenly nervous and unsure of what exactly to do.

I think he's half asleep and in pain and likely hasn't thought twice.

He slides the blouse off his shoulders carefully attempting to avoid his wound, but given the quiet groan he sounds, I assume he's still harmed it.

I clear my throat. "Where's your first aid kit?"

His face falls, eyes closing as he thinks. "In the closet across the hall."

Nodding, I reopen the door and enter the closet, kneeling down to find the red box with a plus symbol on it. Bingo.

The box is lightweight and the red is just a couple of shades brighter than the color of my nails.

Re-entering Coryo's room, I softly shut the door behind me, careful not to make a sound.

I join him at the edge of his bed and set the first aid kit in between us. Clicking it open, I scavenge around for some sort of rubbing alcohol wipe and a wrap of bandage.

"I obviously don't have the materials to give you the stitches you clearly need," I sigh, prepping the wipes. "nor, do I know how... but I'm just going to at least clean around it so it doesn't get infected. Since, God only knows what was on that machete."

He nods, and the silence continues. I know he's tired but I can also tell that something is very clearly eating him up inside.

I wonder if he wants to hear my voice right now, or if he even wants me here. He could very well just want to be alone in silence and want nothing to do with me right now and I understand. But, I also know that given the look in his eyes, he's battling a war with himself in that brain of his.

"You're not a monster, Coryo." I say, placing my hand on his shoulder as I ready the rubbing alcohol wipe to be placed. "You were protecting Sejanus and I."

I feel a shaky, sharp exhale come from him and I'm not sure whether it's from physical or emotional pain.

The wet pad swipes against the cold skin of his bare back and I can feel his shoulders tense beneath my touch. He lets out a hiss and I watch as his entire bicep flexes with the pain.

I take his silence as an answer and I don't say anything else. I allow the only sounds to be made are the ones when Coriolanus' breath changes or quickens or when he lets out a seeth of pain or when I mumble an apology under my breath.

I'd just finished wrapping his shoulder when he finally said something. "I felt powerful."

At first, I'm taken aback by what he says. I know what he's implying, I just wish I didn't. I stand up and sigh. "Do you want me to get Tigris? She knows you better and I'm not very good at this--"

"No. I want you." He takes my hand and when I finally face him I can now see that a tear has slid down his face.

Coriolanus Snow is crying.

Another tear slides out of his opposite red-rimmed eye and he places his hands on my sides, his thumbs resting on either side of my ribs.

My hands rest on his face, one wiping the tear off his cheek and the other getting lost in his blonde hair.

I'm looking down at Coriolanus Snow and I can finally read his goddamn mind. He's a man with strong armour shielding his complex interior. His eyes tell me a thousand different things and all I want is to kiss his pain away.

My lips pressed against his, and when his hands came to hold my face and he deepened the kiss, I felt like I could do just that.

His lips were soft against mine yet carried so much passion and pain.

It was suddenly clear to me then, that I was his vice. He wasn't kissing me to rid himself of his pain, he was kissing me because it would.

I wanted--needed more.

My legs straddled his lap and he embraced it, his arms returning to my hips and holding me right where he wanted me.

Something about my lips clashed against Coryo's felt right. Especially under these conditions, we've endured so much together these last couple of weeks I now feel as though we're destined for a future together.

I readjust my position on him, my hips grinding against his and I swear I can feel him stiffen beneath me.

He groans softly into my mouth and my suspicion is confirmed, bringing a smile to my face I can't help.

I untuck my blouse from my skirt and begin unbuttoning it when Coryo's hand grabs mine, stopping it from unbuttoning another button.

He pulls away from me and looks up at me with concern. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Definitely." I nod and reconnect our lips.

Our friction continues and I can feel myself unraveling. I'm utterly consumed by him and nothing else. Right now, he's mine and I'm his.

I'm now the one to pull away when the horrifying idea of him possibly not wanting this enters my mind. "Is this okay with you?"

He almost smiles, giving me a brief nod before pulling me into him and kissing me.

His lips are wet and almost swollen now, and seeing him like this--without a shirt, hair messy and ruffled from my hands being tangled in them--it's like a drug I want to get addicted to.

I continue removing my shirt and toss it on the ground behind me, revealing my purple lace bra.

His cold hand grasps onto the back of my thigh as he lifts me up and places me on my back. I let out a soft giggle as he smiled down at me, and then he presses his lips to the corner of my mouth.

He creates a chain and soon moves down from an array on my neck to my collarbone, past my breasts and stops at my belly button.

I look down and I can't believe my sworn enemy from just a couple of months ago is making me feel this way.

My entire body feels as though it's on fire in the best way possible and I there's so much passion and need in the air split between the both of us you could get drunk off of it.

"You're so fucking pretty, Mare." He tells me, bringing himself back up from my stomach and connecting our lips once again.

I feel the corners of my lips curl as he's kissing me, I have so many emotions right now I just want to express them all and let them out.

Coryo slides his hand down in between my breasts and teases the center of my stomach with the tip of his finger before he ultimately reaches the destination underneath my skirt.

His fingertips have only grazed the entrance of my panties just barely and I've already gasped into our kiss.

"You're sure this is okay?"

Fuck yes. I want to say, but don't. I can barely even speak. So instead, I nod.

I didn't know it was possible to physically need someone this much. He's kissing me and there's barely a few inches separating our bodies yet it's still not enough. I'm growing impatient and craving more.

He slowly eases his hand into my panties and it already feels fucking amazing.

But when his fingertips find the folds of my pussy and glide against it, I think I've actually lost my mind.

I hold onto his shoulder for support, though, I'm the one against the bed. He's kissing me and he's putting his fingers in my pussy and I can hardly think straight.

My eyes are fluttered shut and all I can see are bright, flashing dots dancing in the black orb that's now what I see behind my eyelids.

My kisses become more sloppier with each movement of his finger because each moan I let out interrupts our kiss and all I can focus on is how fucking good this feels.

He sticks his finger in further and I can feel a warmth beginning to swarm in my belly as the pressure builds.

"I've never done this before," I admit.

He pulls away just for a minute to let out another grunt. "Neither have I."

I want to ask him how he's so good at this then, but I can't because he pushes harder inside of me and I feel my pussy begin to throb--begging for more.

"Please," I moan. "I need you."

BLAKELY SPEAKS !
oops! i got uncomfortable!
oops! it's 5:20 AM!
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oops! this better get me back
at #1 in the snow category! 
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