Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

[A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Have this chapter because of it! Spoiler: there's smut.]

Alison

All I could do was give in to him, allowing my body to go with the need to be as close as possible to Oliver again. His lips found mine again and he got up from the couch, pulling me with him, kissing me heatedly as if there was no tomorrow if he didn't.

'Are you sure?,' he muttered between a few kisses. I nodded with my eyes closed and only pulled him closer by his shirt. I felt him smirk a bit, and his hands found their way under my shirt. His fingers trailed over my bare sides, making me shiver because it tickled. I gasped softly when one of his hands found the curve of my breast and softly caressed it. Oliver pulled away a little and looked down at me, the lustful sparkle in his dark eyes triggering me. His hand carefully went up as he kept staring at my face for my reaction. I narrowed my eyes at him and cocked my head when his thumb softly ran over my nipple, and he smirked a bit. He knew he was on the right track of making me lose my goddamn mind; all this time without each other and nothing had ever changed.

He brought his lips back to mine and pulled me in, then let his hands slide down over my butt and picked me up. I chuckled and wrapped my legs around him, cupping his face and kissing him again while he dragged me to the bedroom. He stumbled a bit and accidentally walked me into the doorframe.

'Ouch,' I said. He laughed quietly, tugging my lower lip with his teeth.

'Sorry,' he muttered, demanding my lips to give in to his again. Carefully, he placed me on the bed and hovered over me, his hands softly trailing the skin under my shirt until he made me pull it off.

'You're so beautiful,' he whispered as his lips trailed from my neck down and he softly kissed his way to between my breasts. Then he came back up and just looked at me for a moment, his face suddenly looking lost and upset. My hand cupped his cheek and I smiled sadly, knowing exactly what he felt, because I felt it too; regret. So much regret for going on living without each other for so long. We had wasted so much time in painful solitude, that we now felt the urge to make it up for all those years of not loving each other. Every cell in my body craved him so badly, and the idea that he was hesitating now made me crazy.

'Oli, please,' I whimpered a bit, pulling him back from his thoughts. 'Don't make me wait any longer.' He smiled and kissed me again, and I pulled his shirt up. He pushed himself up on his knees and took it off. Even in the dusk of the bedroom I could still see all the tattoos that decorated his entire upper body. I knew every single one of them, except for the few new ones; how often I had trailed my fingers over them when we were lying in bed on a lazy Sunday, or after having sex -

'Oh,' I just let out when Oliver bent down over me again and let his hand slide into my pants. I chuckled and pulled him down to kiss him, deepening it when his fingers reached the right spot between my legs. I inhaled deeply when he just went for it, making me squirm and wriggle underneath him. He liked to make me go crazy, take it slow when I just wanted him to do me. That had never been different. Oliver was a slow lover, taking his time to warm me up before getting what he himself wanted from me. I hated and loved it at the same time, since it was so frustratingly good.

He pulled the sweatpants and my panties down and took them off, and then freed himself from his remaining clothes too. I pulled him back down on me impatiently, and entangled my legs with his, welcoming him inside with a soft hiss. There was no hesitance anymore, no boundaries or careful exploring - our bodies recognized each other and synced immediately when we picked up a pace that told me he too didn't want to waste any time anymore. His movements made me gasp for air and dig my nails into his back and upper arm. Goosebumps appeared over my entire body when his breath stroke the sensitive skin in my neck, his faint moans in my ear made me lose my mind. My heart ran off when one of his hands grabbed my jaw and he crashed his lips on mine, demanding, heated, claiming. I gave in immediately, not able to resist him. His hand then trailed down to my neck, his fingers digging into my skin, followed by his lips and hushed breath. I quietly moaned at that, and he grabbed one of my hands and laced his fingers through mine, putting it next to my head. Our rhythm became faster, more desperate and before I knew, I reached my high and became undone underneath him.