Robert Smith Imagines. [REQUESTS OPEN]

Request: Ex Lover (Part 2)

"Does it matter now? Like you said, it's been five years.  We're long over. So it doesn't matter now. ", she replied.

"It matters...to me."

Avery hugged her knees close to her chest, "I didn't break up with you because I stopped loving you.  I did it because I'm...", she began. She stopped, trying to find the right words to say.

Robert looked at her, awaiting her answer.  Avery shook her head and rubbed her temples with her fingers, sighing. "Why are we having this conversation now? ", she asked.

"Because now that 'it doesn't matter', you can be honest with me. Say what you feel", he replied. He made quotation motions with his fingers.

"You really wanna know? Fine. I can't be in a healthy relationship. I just don't think I'll ever be secure in a relationship.  I don't want to drive anybody mad with my insecurity, jealousy, and trust issues. ", said Avery.  Afterwards, she huffed and got up, snatching the bottle as she walked out of the room.

She hadn't even realized that she raised her voice and everyone had heard everything. Including her band.  They had no idea that she had once been the girlfriend of Robert Smith, that never would have occurred to them. Her band apologized for her behavior.  Amy stood up to go after her but Andy stopped her. Avery was never an angry person. Alcohol made her looser and less uptight and nervous but never angry and spiteful.  They all decided it was best to simply steer away from her and allow her to cool off on her own.

Robert on the other hand ran out after her. In just his socks, he was ready to run outside the venue after her if he had to. But instead, he found that Avery was just in the hallway. She had the bottle and her cup, but she wasn't drinking. Just sitting on the floor toying with the bottle, spinning and twirling it around. One look at her and he was disarmed immediately, no longer bitter over what happened years ago. Now that he knew the truth, he felt like he had spent all that time feeling betrayed over nothing.

He sat down next to her, not saying anything. She looked up at the ceiling, tears pooling in her eyes. Avery had kept the bandage on for so long that the suppressed pain was breaking her. Her hand was buried in her pockets, holding her packet of cigarettes. Smoking was a double edged sword. The taste and smell of tar was repulsive yet the sense of relaxation from inhaling and exhaling the smoke was undeniable.  Fuck cancer.

"Fuck...", she whispered to no one.

"Avery..."

"I can't believe I just told you all that. It's been years and I still have feelings. I guess that's what happens when you try too hard to move on.", she replied mirthlessly.

Robert gave a little smile, "If it makes you feel better, I haven't even tried to move on. If anything I keep holding on.", he added.

"Still don't get why."

"Isn't it obvious?", he asked her.

"If you say it's 'cuz you love me, I'm going to slug you.", she jokingly

He paused. Rob then chuckled, "Slug me then. "

"I'd rather kiss you.", she replied with a smirk.

Robert felt his face heat up and his heart begin to accelerate. Next thing he knew, a cloud of cigarette smoke was blown into his face. He fanned the air with his hand in response to the foul stench of tobacco. Avery put out her cigarette and stood up.

"You coming?"

Robert didn't know what she had planned. Avery's urge to touch and feel him had overcome her. And she was going to do exactly that, get her taste of Robert.

They found themselves alone together in a washroom eating themselves with passionate kisses. Avery was pinned against the wall with her legs wrapped around his back. He held her up against the wall and held on to her. He kissed her hungrily as if he had been starved, smudging his crimson lipstick even more than before.

Robert pulled away and moved down to her neck. When they were together, that was as far as he'd ever gotten with her. He never got to have his first time with her. His first time wasn't special, it was with an unfamiliar girl at a pub. Her skin was soft, she was experienced, and she expertly touched him in all the right places. But it still wasn't special enough. Avery was making his heart want to explode.

"Ah...fuck...", she huffed.

Those little curses and moans under her breath told him enough that he was doing good. Though inexperienced, he quickly learned that he need not change his strategy. He kept on pleasuring her the way he was. Robert was no mind reader, but Avery was indirectly telling him what she wants. Avery's hands traveled under his arms and rested on his back. With that, she gently pulled him even closer.

They practically devoured each other, completely lost into the heat of the moment. So much so, that they both completely forgot everything around them.

And that's it. I'm sorry for the shitty ending and for holding out too long for updates. But I really needed to update. 

So, the next chapter might be a smut, someone requested it.  I don't know how that will be received so I'm a little nervous.  I'm no stranger to writing smut but I've never written smut about Robert Smith.  So would you guys like it?

Odds are that I will put a disclaimer for those who are uncomfortable with such content.  Simply don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.

Also, if any of you are Metallica/ Dave Mustaine simps... I mean fans...check out my new Metallica imagines book ft Dave Mustaine of Megadeth.