Mature content ahead.

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Then.

April 1998.

''What do you mean by that, Draco?'' Her voice riddled in panic, horror-stricken almost, ''What are you even talking about?''

His spine faced her. He held onto that sink for dear life as he tilted his chin up, ignoring her reflection in the mirror. Draco couldn't possibly look at her, ''You know what it means. I need you to go.''

''Go where?'' She shouted. Her high voice dragged through the room, ''Where am I supposed to go, Draco? What are you—''

''You stupid fucking witch,'' Draco snapped, turning around and aiming right at her. He dragged her arms in his hands as he shook her. Hoping that some sense would fall into her by that, ''What the hell do you think it means? I need you to take your fucking friends, and I need all of you to leave. Get out of this bloody school before you go down with it.''

''No. I don't care what you say,'' Navy whined, her hands aiming to pry him away, ''This makes you a hypocrite. You're a hypocrite for protecting me by putting yourself in harm's way.''

Draco inhaled sharply as he stood moored and jammed on his feet. He didn't budge.

''I can't just leave!'' She breathed, panic scored through her pulsating veins, ''My family! They have to take part in this. My mother isn't abandoning this war, Draco. And who would I be if I let her stand there with no one when they come—''

He was glaring at her now. Pain crowded his dark irises, ''I don't care what your family stands for. I don't care what you stand for. You are not going to here while this fucking castle burns. I said I'd protect you from it, and I will.''

Navy frowned, shaking her head, ''Only if you come with us. I'm not leaving without you.''

''I said that I don't care what your family stands for, White. But I can't ignore my own. I have to take part in this. You know I do.'' His voice was harsh, his grip on her tensed, ''Nott and your brother have agreed to take you and Pansy to safety. I'll join you when I can.''

''No—''

He kissed her. He pressed his lips so hard against hers. Shutting her and all the complaints she was about to spill up. He kissed her for moments, moving his mouth so roughly with hers.

''For once in your damn life, just listen to me.'' He said, lowly now, ''I can't have you here. Not when the fucking war is starting. You'll listen to me, and you'll leave.''

She didn't want to. Navy didn't want to listen. She didn't want to leave him behind for the war to destroy him. She couldn't have it. She didn't accept it.

She'd rather fall with him than stand without him.

''Please—'' She begged quietly, tears began to prickle in her eyes, ''Please don't do this to me.''

He bent back, standing tall in front of her again as his sight flickered to above her, giving a rapid nod to whoever stood behind her.

Navy tried to turn around, her palms pushing into his chest. He snatched her wrists, holding her solid against him, ''Don't,'' He said, ''I'll be there soon. I promise.''

Then she felt the tip of a wand pressing against the back of her neck, and everything went dark.

Now.

July 19th, 2001.

Navy gasped. Her spine flying off the mattress in pure panic. Her eyes snapping open, seeing that she was safe and sound in her apartment.

Sweat rolled down her forehead as the soft morning sun stretched across the floor, brightening the bedroom.

Asher groaned beside her, not paying any attention to the fact that she'd been hyperventilating in her sleep. That she'd been tossing and turning to try and wake herself up.

Her nightmares were back. Of course, the mention of Draco yesterday would make her haunting dreams return. She should've known, should've figured.

The only difference was that now — now Draco wasn't there to calm her. No one was. Asher couldn't bother for her past. He simply nudged her to the side, muttering something along the lines to be quiet.

Navy shook her head, dragging her knees up to her chest as she settled her elbows on them. Her fingers anxiously dragged through the waves of her hair, huffing out a sigh.

She tried to distance herself from it, from everything that they went through before that blond boy took all of it and left. He left her with nothing more than haunting dreams and a shattered mind.

Walking out to the kitchen, she put the kettle on, making herself a cup of tea before she dropped to the couch, tugging the knitted blanket over her legs and picking up yesterday's newspaper.

More bodies were found in the east of London.

Her veins ached for the people still living in that nightmare she traded for a normal life. She managed to escape.

She got out before the Dark Lord took over and killed everything good. Now she only had a few ties to magic, such as her wand, that Daily Prophet paper landing on her doorstep every other day, and the people she still stayed in touch with, but more than that, she didn't want to engage in.

Navy was happy living the life she did, along with the purer side of the world. Having a business, an apartment, and a boyfriend who didn't wish to participate in magic either. It felt nice. It felt ordinary, but that didn't dismiss the fact that she still felt for everyone still trapped in it.

A new Minister takes the position.

She kept flipping through the pages. Her eyes gazed across the headlines for each sheet until she stopped. Her heart stilled.

The Malfoy clan returns to London.

''Good morning—''

Navy slammed the paper shut. The rustling of her actions made him frown as he stood in nothing but his night pants in front of her. His eyes were drowsy, his hair tousled.

She flew to her feet, trying to hide the newspaper behind her back so that he wouldn't suspect anything.

''Morning,'' Navy brushed her nightdress down, smiling timidly at him, ''Did you sleep alright?''

He hummed something in response, shaking his head to loosen that heavy feeling his head was captive in. She strode to the kitchen, reaching for the coffee to make him a cup. She shuddered.

His arms snaked around her waist from behind, his chin placed on her shoulder, ''Making me breakfast, yeah?''

She smiled, tilting her head to his, ''So what if I am?''

''Well...'' His hands gripped the arch of her waist as he turned her around, slamming her spine against the counter. He towered her, sucking his inner cheek in and lifting a daring brow, ''I'd say you don't know what I'm craving, love.''

Navy blushed, raising her brows and tipping her head back, ''Coffee and—''

Asher quickly snatched the cup out of her hand, throwing it across his shoulder. The sound of porcelain crashing against the ground caused her to wince forward, but he was even quicker to catch her when she did.

In a sudden move, he lifted her up on the counter, striving to stand in between her legs, ''Couldn't give a damn about that coffee.'' He mumbled, leaning down until his lips struck her throat, ''I'm more a dessert type of guy, but you should know what by now, shouldn't you?''

Navy gasped, her spine slightly curving at the feeling of his hands running up and down her bare thighs, ''Mhm,'' She barely breathed her words, ''I think I'm starting to get the hang of it.''

''You think?'' He traveled lower, his lips sucking his way down her chest till he groaned at her nightdress, stopping him from going any further, ''Well, can I have dessert before breakfast then?''

Her thighs tried to squeeze shut at the way his words caused her to feel, but he stood solid between them. She nodded, her hands grasping at the edge of the counter as he fell to his knees, gripping her hips to have her closer.

''Fuck...'' Asher exhaled over her clothed core, taking the curve of her knee and draping his shoulder with it, ''After a year, you'd think I'd be tired of a sweet cunt like yours, but fucking hell—''

Her head was thrown back as he rubbed his thumb over her, kissing the tenderness of her inner thighs, ''So what's the plan for today, love? Anything special?''

Navy moaned out, biting down her lower lip not to be too loud, ''I'm—'' She trembled at the feeling of him pushing her underwear aside, ''I'm going with Pansy to—Asher!''

He let his lips melt with her cunt, abusing her clit before she even knew what was happening, ''Mhm?'' He hummed against her, sending tickling vibrations through her whole body, ''You're going with Pansy to...?''

Trying to stay clear and in pace with his questions, she rolled her eyes as his tongue grazed over her, licking lap following lap up and down her drenched slit, ''Dresses—'' Navy whined, her nails scratching against the bench she was seated on, ''We're going to buy dresses for your—fuck—gathering.''

''Yeah?'' Asher muttered, taking his hand to her cunt and pushing a finger inside her, ''What color are you wearing?''

''Please!'' She jolted forward, clawing at the roots of his hair instead, but he didn't move. He stayed unbothered between her legs, licking up the mess she was causing, ''Red—please—I think I'll wear—oh my—''

''I can work with that,'' He kept a steady pace with his finger, adding another one as she screamed out, ''Silver or gold?''

''S—don't stop, please don't—'' Navy rolled her hips to match his doings, fucking both his mouth and fingers, ''Silver, I'll be wearing—''

''Great,'' He sucked onto her clit again, letting his teeth nibble at it, ''No other plans for today then?''

''Mhm—no—fuck—no,'' She tried to answer, but she was shredding apart, shaking around his fingers, ''Not that I—I'm—''

''Finally,'' Asher grinned, leaning back a little to lock his eyes in hers, keeping her sight pinned down as she fell apart on his tongue, ''I'm starving, love.''

''Asher!'' Navy moaned, pushing his head against her as the sweet sound of her letting it go all over his mouth echoed through her flat, ''Yes! Yes! Right there, please—''

He took all of what she was giving to him, sucking and licking the taste of her up before he stood tall again, eyeing her down. Placing the two fingers he'd used in his mouth, ''I will never get tired of that,'' He groaned at the taste, ''So fucking sweet.''

Navy hardly got it together before he wiped his bottom lip with his thumb, leaning in and kissing her, ''Do you taste it?'' He smirked against her, ''See why you got me so fucking hooked, love?''

He pulled away just as fast, stretching down for his wand in his back pocket. He shot a spell to fix the mess of porcelain on the floor, ''Well, I'll come back tonight if you want me to,'' Asher turned, aiming for the bedroom to get ready, ''Or you can come to my place, doesn't really matter.''

''But you didn't—'' She tried speaking, but he spun around, smiling at her. That smile always caused her to hush. It was so charming, so mesmerizing.

''What?''

''You didn't even have coffee—''

''Why would I want coffee when I can feast on you?'' Asher gave an amused look before he disappeared around the corner, talking loudly to her from her bedroom, ''So? Your place or mine—''

She jumped off the counter, placing the now whole cup back into the cabinet, ''Yours?'' She yelled back, ''Or if you rather we stay here? That works too. I just have to run to the office, but I'll be free after... five?''

''I'll cook dinner at my place then... let's say six?'' He shouted, and she heard the knock on her front door. She hastily shot the clock a swift look, eight on the dot. Luke was never a second late to pick him up, ''See you tonight, and don't bring the dress. I'll send the store a check, but I want Saturday to be a surprise.''

The door slammed shut before she could even reply, and it all turned silent.

—

''Red?'' Pansy scowled at her, scrunching her nose in a bothered grimace, ''Why red? You don't even like red—''

''Asher does,'' Navy rolled her eyes, giving her a playful grin, ''He loves it.''

Pansy dragged her hands over the different scarlet shades, lace and silk, and all the types of material draping the hangers, ''I bet he does...'' She smirked, snapping her head, ''Wait— is that why you only have red underwear—''

''How do you—''

She smirked until it stretched out in a full-on smile, her white teeth sparkled in the harsh store lights, ''A girl never kisses and tell, does she?'' She huffed out, strolling past all the red colors, ''Did you...'' Pansy's tone was hesitant, ''Did you tell him about your past... in other ways? Like Clara? Us? Blaise—''

Navy coughed out, hiding her face in the arch of her elbow. Her eyes were stained in droplets of water from the panicking thoughts that ripped through her, ''Excuse me?'' She blinked, ''I can't even tell him about Draco, why would I even consider telling him about all of us—''

''I don't know,'' The dark-haired girl shrugged, ''I just suppose that's something you talk about.''

''Just because my brother knows about your past doesn't mean that anyone needs to know about mine. I told him that I had lost a dear friend, but nothing more. I'm not telling anyone about the things we did—''

''What things?''

Navy's heart missed a beat as she so rapidly spun around, meeting the sapphire eyes.

She never told him. Navy never spoke about the parties, the drugs, the drinking. She didn't just hide Draco and their hurting past. She hid everything — every act, every lie, all of it.

Not being able to speak about it, she simply couldn't. She'd done things in her youth that wasn't worth mentioning, she believed.

''Asher...'' Navy smiled confusingly at the man standing in a handsome, dark blue suit. The jacket was buttoned open, the white shirt underneath loosely tucked into his pants. A bouquet of dark red roses held in one of his hands, ''What are you—''

He stepped forward, one arm sheeted her spine as his lips pushed into her forehead, ''I was going down there to see if you picked something up already, and then I was stopping by your office with the roses,'' He mumbled against her, ''Because... I have to work late tonight.''

''Again?'' Her fingers found his upper arms, pulling back and looking up at him, ''It's every night now, Asher, what is—''

''I'm sorry, my love,'' He spoke, kissing her head again before hazel crossed sapphire, ''I'll make it up to you, but with the Malfoy deal on the table—''

''What deal—''

''I can't just go home,'' Asher reached the flowers out for her to take, ''I wish I could, but I can't. I'll be there as soon as I can. I promise you that, love.''

Navy looked away. She couldn't hide the fact that she felt disappointed. She did. She felt so disappointed. She'd been waiting for them to actually do something proper together for weeks, but they were ever so interrupted by his loyalty to his father and their company.

''Alright?'' Flooring her gaze, his hand caught her jaw, and he angled her face up to his, ''You get that? Don't you? You understand that I need to do this?''

Swallowing the lump she felt growing, she nodded, ''I do.''

Still, he wasn't satisfied with that clean-cut answer. He felt the dismay in her voice, ''Navy.'' He said, harder, ''I'll be there as soon as I can. I promise. Nine at the latest, alright? You have my key. I can send a chef over to make you something, and I'll come as soon as I can. Just promise me you'll stay there. I want to see you tonight.''

She felt a slight loop of ache as it took over within, yet she forced that bitter smile, ''I'll be there.''

He tipped his head, diving down and pushing his lips to hers, ''There she is...'' He mumbled, holding her close with the roses pressed between them, ''I'll take some time off after summer, I promise.''

She nodded, he smiled. She hugged him, thanked him for the roses. He said he'd make it up to her. He promised. She believed him.

He never does.

Asher doesn't make it up to her. He gives her flowers. He buys her jewelry, but he never tries to make up for the fact that they rarely spend any real time together.

They sleep next to each other. Sometimes he takes her to the office when she wishes to go in, but not more. Never more than that.

''Well...'' Pansy drawled from beside her, both of them watching as her boyfriend left a check with the cashier and walked out, slipping into his car, and then he was gone. He always seemed to be gone, ''That's... probably thirty roses.''

Navy smiled down at the bouquet, admiring all the flowers he'd gotten her. He ever so bought red roses for her. Once, he filled her apartment with it after a fight.

''So,'' Her friend smirked again, fiddling with a black dress, ''Are you inviting Will and me to this fancy gathering? Because I'm buying this and I need somewhere to wear it.''

Navy's eyes rolled, chuckling out at the way Pansy always invited herself. She never earned a chance to invite her anywhere before she had come up with a way to join her.

—

Navy unlocked the door to Asher's apartment. It was placed at the top of the building, floor thirty-six to be exact, and it had its own elevator going all the way up to his front door.

It was massive, huge enough to fit her own apartment into its times three, yet there weren't too many rooms. He had a bedroom that was immense. The whole wall had windows stretching from floor to roof, with a breathtaking view over London.

He had a guest room where his friends usually stayed over after a late night, and then he had a living room, connected with his kitchen, just like hers, only that he was bigger, so much bigger. None of the walls in his living room were simple walls. They were all coated in windows.

She liked it. It made it feel even more enormous, free, unbound, and light. She adored that feeling.

Stepping into the hallway, she heard the sound of someone in the kitchen. She knew that it couldn't be him. It was only half-past six, and he wouldn't be home until late. She placed her bag on the bench, walking through the corridor until she reached the kitchen and the chef standing in it.

''Miss,'' He smiled. It was the same one, always the same one. Navy liked him. He was polite, kind, and his food was like eating a dream, ''How are you this evening?''

She smiled, her fingers brushing over the envelopes splayed out over the counter, ''I'm fine, Julian, thank you.'' She held her grace, even if the sorrow of Asher not being there took over, ''You know what? Why don't you take the night off?''

He blinked quickly, looking at her in a sudden surprise, ''But Mr. Dalton said—''

''I know what he said, but I'll be going to bed soon anyway, and there's no need for you to spend your night here. I'll talk to him, Julian. Go home to your kids.''

He smiled so widely that warmth bubbled within her, ''Thank you, Miss. White.'' He said, turning the stove off, ''I'll clean up, leave a little something on the counter, and then I'll go.''

Navy nodded, turning around and slipping into the doorway to his bedroom instead. She turned the lights on, peering around. She hadn't been there for over a week, and by the looks of it — he hadn't either. He stayed at her place every night.

Crossing her arms, her fingers brushed over her neck, feeling that damned necklace again.

Then.

May 1998.

''He's not back,'' Navy was pacing back and forth over the wooden floor, ''He's not back yet. It's been a week, Theo. It's been a week, and he's not back yet.''

Theodore tried to wrap his arms around her, holding her steady as she broke, ''It's alright, Naves. It's alright. He'll be back. He said he would.''

''He says a lot of things.'' Navy countered, out of breath, ''You didn't see him, Theo. He was a mess. He would've promised anything to calm me down.''

''Navy,'' Theodore shook his head, ''That's not helping anyone. He'll be here. He set this house up. He'll come. I promise.''

Navy cried, caving into his arms.

She was so scared. All they'd done for the past week was listening to the radio, hearing how more people were found dead, how bodies washed up along the shorelines and how the darkness took over completely.

They all listened to the names, her especially. She was so nervous that she could throw up every time William put that radio on. She was terrified, heartbreakingly so. She was frightened that she'd hear Draco's name.

Draco had failed to give as much as a sign of life since he had her taken away. He convinced William to numb her enough to bring her to the safe house.

It was distant, outside of London they'd told her, but she couldn't care less of where they stayed. She couldn't bother that they snuck her into a different country. All she minded was the fact that Malfoy wasn't there when everyone else was.

William, Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. Everyone but him.

He even convinced them to take her wand away so that she couldn't travel back. She was stuck. They were stuck, all of them, waiting for Draco to join them and give them a sign that it was safe to come back to Scotland, but he never did.

Not for a whole week, and it was starting to get to her. It was beginning to crawl beneath her skin.

''He'll be back.'' Theo said again, pushing her head against his shoulder, ''He promised.''

Navy cried and cried. She cried so much that she didn't think it was possible to cry anymore, yet the tears kept streaming.

''Navy!''

Her body jolted, shots of electricity bolted through her at the way Pansy called for her from downstairs.

''Wait—''

''Let me in right now.''

''She's—''

''Where the hell is she?''

''Upstairs—''

Loud thuds echoed through the house that otherwise mirrored emptily.

Her heart stopped as she looked up at Theo. Her eyes were drilling wide and swollen. She felt like she couldn't breathe. ''Told you,'' He smiled, letting go of her before anyone could see him holding her.

The door ripped open so violently that the wind of it dragged through her hair. She couldn't function. Navy stood petrified in front of him. His eyes snapped directly to her, and the tired, exhausted stains in them softened the instant he saw her.

''No—'' Navy shook her head, crying even more, ''You—''

''White...'' He let out though a whisper, cocking his head to the side and boring the drained sight at Theodore, ''Get out,'' He spat. The brunet didn't argue, he snuck past them out in the hallway, and Draco slammed the door shut behind him.

He stared at her again. She stared back.

''White, I'm—''

Malfoy didn't have a chance to speak before his spine struck the door at the way she stormed against him.

She pushed him back. Her fists hitting his chest, ''You—'' She was so weak, she tried not to, but she couldn't, she was so mad, so angry, so infuriated with him, ''You said—'' She kept pushing him, shoving him, ''You said you'd come back. It's been a week, Draco—''

He snatched her wrists, bending them down between their longing bodies, ''I know what I said.'' His voice was shaking as he gazed at her, taking all of his girl in, ''I know what I said, and I'm sorry for not keeping it.''

Her fingers tensed around his, her face fell, ''Do you know what you put me through? What you put us all through?'' She whispered, her sight sliding from him and hitting the floor, ''We thought— I thought—''

''I'm here,'' He said, steadier, keeping himself together for her, ''I'm here, Navy.''

The way he said her name shook her. He never said her name.

She didn't waste a minute after that. That shattering girl simply threw herself into his arms. He hugged her, lifting her and spinning them around so that her spine crashed against the door, ''Fuck—'' He groaned, kissing her. He kissed her everywhere.

Draco kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, down her chest as she clung onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist, grinding against him to meet his feral movements.

''I missed you,'' He breathed, heavily, slightly leaning back and kissing her lips again, ''How I fucking missed you, Navy.''

She kissed him back, tears rolling down her cheeks. She could finally breathe again. He was there. He wasn't hurt. He was standing right in front of her, holding her, lifting her, and kissing her with all he had.

Draco was back, and Navy was finally able to breathe again.

Now.

July 19th, 2001.

Navy tossed and turned in his bed, hearing how the front door slammed shut, and his steps echoed along the floor. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, she saw how it was past midnight. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as he walked into the bedroom.

Chills traveled down her spine at the way he immediately slipped beneath the covers to be close to her. His hand found her wait, stroking along the arch of it, ''Are you awake, love?''

Navy groaned something in response, melting right into the touch he brought, ''Maybe.''

''Sorry I'm late,'' He breathed against her neck, kissing the top of her shoulder, ''We worked late, and I didn't keep track of time.''

Typical.

''It's okay,'' She huffed out, arching her spine to press against him. Her own hand found his underneath the sheets, ''Did it go well?''

''It did,'' He said, sounding serious the second it was about work again, ''And it didn't. All I could think of was getting back home to you.''

''Really?'' She smiled, tipping her chin up as he tucked one arm beneath her chest, dragging her even closer, ''Well, you're here now—''

''Some friends followed me back here,'' Asher didn't seem as bothered with that as she did. Her body tensed. She looked over her shoulder, blinking at how he was both late and had friends over, ''What? You don't mind, do you?''

''I—''

''We'll just finish up, and then they'll go. I promise.'' He mumbled, kissing her cheek, ''You can join us if you want?''

''No,'' Shaking her head, she forced a smile, ''I'll just go to sleep. I'm tired.''

''Mhm?'' His lips moved over her jaw, his teeth finding her earlobe as he nibbled on it, ''How tired?''

That was the one thing Navy couldn't grow tried off. No matter how exhausted she was of his job, how he ever so placed it above her — he still wanted her. Asher always made her feel wanted, needed, and cared for.

He indeed prioritized his job at certain times, his reputation, and his family name, but he still managed to make her feel craved.

He never failed her with that, and she loved it. She adored the dynamic they had, that intimacy and that need for another. He made her feel beautiful, appreciated. He couldn't get enough of her, and she never wished to get enough of him.

She had felt it before, with someone else, but the difference was that Asher would never leave her.

''Tired....'' Navy bucked her hips back, grinding herself against him, ''But not too tired to take care of you.''

''Watch how you fucking talk to me—''

''Or what?'' Gripping the hand he had on her waist harder, she brought it further down her stomach, ''You need me too much, don't you, Asher?''

He hissed at that, his fingers obeying hers as she brushed her nightdress up, taking their tangled fists to the hem of her underwear, ''You should go out to your friends, Asher. Shouldn't you?''

Gulping now, he groaned the second she slipped their fingers beneath the silk, ''Navy... fucking watch yourself.''

She smiled, biting down her lower lip as he pushed her hand out of the way, taking control of her. His thumb instantly pressed against her clit, ''Yeah?'' He rasped in her ear, the arms tucked underneath her inched her nearer, ''Do you want my friends to hear me fuck you, Navy? Is that what this is? Are you being a little whore again?''

''Asher!''

He pushed his finger into her. The untied hand found the silk covering her breast. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, ''I didn't get to fuck you this morning, did I? You didn't get to feel this—'' He pressed his throbbing erection against her, making her whine out, ''This morning, bet that was all you thought could think about, wasn't it? How I got to taste you, leaving you aching for more.''

''Mhm, maybe.'' She moaned out softly. His finger working inside her, curling right where she needed him to, ''Oh my—''

''Do you want my cock, love?'' Asher let his teeth sink down her shoulder, still having her spine against his chest in the darkness, ''Do you want me to fuck the living life out of you?''

''Please—''

''Then all you have to do is ask. Beg for my cock.''

Navy smirked, breathing so heavily into her pillow, ''No.''

His hand stilled. His fingers stopped pumping, ''No?''

She pushed back, making him slip out of her and fall to his back behind her. She sat up quickly, straddling him in a sudden move. He barely had the chance to blink at her doings, ''Navy, what the—''

''You beg,'' Her fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing each one until his flexing chest was bare for her, ''I don't want your cock, Asher, but you need my cunt — right?''

Her hips rolled over his suit pants, her exposed clit brushing against his clothed erection, ''You need to fuck me. You always do, all the time... Especially after work.'' She leaned forward, her nails digging into his skin, and she dragged them down his chest. She spoke so lowly that it shook him, ''After a long, hard day at work... You need the release, don't you?''

''Navy...''

Bending back up, she asked, ''Have you been drinking?''

Shaking his head, he grabbed her hips, ''Not yet, but we bought some beer we figured we'd—''

She didn't bother to listen. She lifted herself, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. She shot him a raised brow, seeking the consent she needed. He nodded eagerly.

Navy pushed his boxers aside, taking his cock out before she lowered herself again.

''Fucking hell, Navy—'' He threw his head back against the pillow. She was rolling above him, her cunt sliding along the length of his cock, ''Make yourself come, love. Fuck, soak my dick before I fuck you.''

''Beg,'' Was all she said, her lashes fluttered at the tip of him, hitting her clit perfectly every time, ''Beg for me.''

His eyes rolled, poking his head down, propping his throat up as his Adam's apple was on full display. Navy could come undone just by the sight of that, of how the veins coating his neck popped out, the muscles smeared to his chest angled and flexed. He helped her rock harder, slower, more steady.

''Beg,'' Navy tried to gather herself, but she was so weak for him, ''Beg and I'll let you fuck me through it.''

He held back. Oh, how he tried not to cave into what she asked, but it was impossible — if there were anything Asher would give into, it was her.

''Please—'' He moaned, ''I need your cunt, Navy. I need you, just let me— fuck!''

She let him fill her up the second those words slipped his tongue, and both of them moaned out because of it. Totally forgetting about the fact that his friends were out in his living room, she fucked him.

Navy was so close already, feeling his cock as it ached inside her, placing her hands on his thighs and leaning back. She moved in sync with him. Asher pushed up into her as she rolled down over him.

A perfect pace, punishing, breathtaking, amazing — she didn't know how she hadn't had enough yet. Even if they slept together twice a day, she was still thirsting for more, and more, and more.

''Right there, Asher! Yes!'' Navy arched forward, her hands pushing into his stomach, his muscles clenching underneath her palms.

''Fuck, love—'' He moaned, biting his own tongue not to be too loud, ''I'm—''

He came. She crashed.

He flew off the mattress, sitting up as she still moved above him. His arms around her spine, his lips against hers, kissing her. She kissed him back. Her fingers were in his hair, brushing the longer strands off it from his eyes. His jaw sharp, she took it in her hands, holding him close. His tongue battled hers, teeth clasping.

They came so heavenly undone for the other. They always did that.

The mumbling voices from the living room caught her ear as he breathed heavily against it. Her eyes grew wide. Her lips pulled away from his, ''Asher...'' Her skin reddened in shame.

She forgot. Not once as they moaned and sounded did she think of his friends, ''Damn it, Asher—''

''What?'' He grinned, coming close for another kiss, ''Don't mind them. They're irrelevant.''

''Who—''

''Nothing you should worry about, love. No one you associate with.'' He lifted her up, settling her in between the sheets again before he pressed his lips against her forehead, ''I'll be in soon.''

Asher rushed into the bathroom, fixing himself from the mess they'd caused before he slid out the door, closing it behind him.

Navy huffed out, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of all of it, how his friends most likely heard them just now and how she regretted not silencing the room. She was simply thankful she didn't know them.

Oh, but little did Navy know.

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