Heart strings

Abuse can be sensational:

P.O.V--Ishamel

Blinking rapidly I waited until, my eyes adapted to the sudden amount of sunlight. It was Spring, and almost Quincy's birthday, and the babies. Stretching my arms , I yawned slightly, sitting up. I felt a body next to me, and was about to scream when I realised that it was just Quintana.

Leaving the home, I was in before, made you paranoid about the things around you. Finding a body meant you went on a killing spree, while you high on drugs, or you hooked up with a random stranger.

True, I personally enjoyed one night stands, that didn't involve us having s*x, but seeing Quincy here next to me, it really made me rethink how I had lived my life, especially when we had first became more than friends.

Moving a strand of hair away from her face, I kissed the nape of her neck, or her sweet spot. "Morning, Mael." Replys a tired Quincy. "Morning, Quincy." I said, kissing that same spot. Groaning she tiredly pushes me away, in hopes I might leave her. "Babe.", "Mmmm." opening one of her eyes, she squinted a little, "We have to get up.", "No, I'm tired, go away."

Smirking, I chuckled a bit. I knew she was tired, last night she was crying in her sleep. Without thinking, at that moment, I wanted her to feel better, and I kissed her. It's been a while since I've kissed her, I did it out of pure lust, but maybe I could be wrong.

Like last night, I didn't give my mind time to think, and just kissed her, but now she was aware of my actions. It started out slowly, and built into a rough motion of passion.

"Ishmael." Biting onto her lip, she moaned out my name, it was weird hearing my full name from her, but I loved it when she said it in such a tone. Moving my lips down her neck, kissing all the sensitive areas I discovered over the past two years. Stopping my random kisses, I kissed the right side of her neck, behind her ear, her response could have been predicted easily, since she moaned so loudly.

I found this spot in the weirdest way, we were fighting, and I was choking her, my thumb pressed mainly there. True, she was choking, but as soon as my finger touched that spot, she moaned, and we broke out into a make-up session.

Funnily enough she loves it when I go rough, since we found our pleasure spots this way.

"Ishmael, we need to stop." Frowning, I kept on kissing that same spot, I eventually started sucking on it. "Tell me to stop.", "Ishmael." Making eye contact, but still kissing her neck, "Yes?", "Ssss... stott. Don't stop." Smirking I continued kissing her. "Wasn't planning to."

*I love you, Quintana Culton*