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Part 5

The beach was deserted. They were running and kicking sand and small stones everywhere. She ran and forced her dress down her shoulders, down to her small waist, over her thicker hips and down her shivering legs. A cool breeze danced around her almost-naked body. She dashed straight into the black, endless ocean. It was freezing cold, sending goose bumps all over her body.

JJ stopped in his tracks and looked at her splashing water everywhere. She got out again and sprinted back to him, jumping up and locking her arms and legs around him, closing any gap between them. He spun her around, droplets of clear water falling and flying from her dark locks and dampening his own shirt. She kissed him roughly, tugging at his blonde locks and her tongue fought his way into his mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him as if he were her breathing mechanism, so hungry.

He placed her back on the ground and undid his own shirt never breaking the kiss. She helped undoing his belt again and he undid his short, climbed out of them and picked her up again and ran into the ocean. He threw her in the pitch black water and dove straight in after her to grab her from her waist and pull her back up to meet his starving lips. They moved in sync, in unison and his hands snaked up at her shoulders pulling the top part of the bathing suit, revealing her breasts. Her hand attacked his underwear and this time round, he let her pull them down. She jumped up again and he caught her in time, he aligned himself and her eyes fluttered close whilst her mouth fell open, a moan leaving her lips. Her head fell forwards on his shoulders and she felt him breath heavily against her skin.

“JJ,” was all she could moan out.

She rocked her hips against his and his breaths became short and rapid.

She stopped all of a sudden and his hands cupped his face, forcing him to look at her.

“I love you,” she whispered under her breath.

She stared back at her. The world stopped spinning, like time was frozen. His eyes were a darker shade of blue, full of lust while her own eyes were a wild and piercing shade of blue, despite the darkness. If it was possible and natural, they were glowing gems. Her hair was falling in her face and sticking to her forehead. She pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes tight shut and her lips were quivering, from excitement. He looked at her, so fragile, so drunk, clinging onto him. He loved her beyond imagination. He kissed her again and again and again. He would never let her go, she was the only one for him. Drunk and sober, she was his and nothing, no one could tear them apart.

Her taste was so familiar. A mixture of sea salt, strong burning alcohol and a hint of fresh mint. Her lips were chapped and rough, but her cheeks were warm and soft, like tiny, little, fluffed pillows. Her mind was filled with smoke, as if someone had blown smoke through her ears. It was so light, and everything seemed to be heightened ten times more. He was holding her tightly to his own body, not even the strongest tidal wave could tea them apart at that moment, or ever.

All the distant shouting seemed to fade away and silence took over the place. He tore away and hugged her even tighter if it was possible. Everything remained still, the cool breeze hushed, and the waves flattened on the surface of the vast, black ocean. It was as if two souls were merging and nature was still to observe the phenomenon.

She unwrapped her legs from his lower back and he let her fall so that he rested his chin on the top of her head. Then he took her hands and pulled her back to the beach, out of the water. JJ helped her back into her bathing suit, then pulled the dress over her head. He dragged up his own shorts over his legs and pulled on his shirt. Their clothes were cold and full of sand. They walked in silence, back to John B’s house, which was only a couple of minutes away.

When they arrived, no one was there, probably everyone was still at the party. After all, they had left early. He led her inside, in the dusty kitchen that looked like everything but a kitchen. Her breath hitched, and then she relaxed against the wooden benchtop, leaning back onto it. JJ moved towards her, his hands on her hips and forced her up so that she was sitting. Suddenly, it was as if time was chasing them and they made out fiercely, trying to beat it to the finish line. He undid his shirt and threw it to the floor. Her hands darted to his shorts, for the millionth time and she undid them. They fell with a thud to the floor. He dragged her from the top of the bench back onto her shaking feet whilst pulling the dress over her head. He then traced shapes on her skin, sending goose-bumps all over her body.

He could feel her heart thumping out of her chest. Her breathing was short and rapid, hot and full of scents, mostly vodka and beer and anything she had been drinking. He pulled the top of her swimsuit off and pulled it down her legs agonizingly slowly until he was kneeling in front of her. He looked up to her and he breathed against her legs, slowly standing up, breathing hot breath against her thighs, abdomen, the valley of her chest and then, he struck her, biting and sucking at her collar bone, leaving red circles on both sides. She dug her nails into his back, causing him to moan at the stinging feeling. She threw her head back and his lips attacked her neck whilst his hands fumbled all over her body, tugging at her sides and forcing her to turn her back to him. Her back was pressed against his abdomen. She was sweating and she could feel his heart thump-thump-thump against her. He kissed her neck and licked up and down to her jaw. Her back arched, her bum against him. He gripped at her hair, tugging it from roots to end, straightening her curls. He pushed her out of the door, smacked her ass and led her to the bedroom downstairs. He pushed her against the wall, and it was the only thing that kept her from falling forwards.

She moaned as his fingers played around all over her naked, sweating body and he then pulled her towards him, on the creaking bed. The springs screeched beneath their weight and his head fell back and she got on top of him and straddled his lap. She kept balance whilst holding onto his shoulders and filled herself up with him, moans escaping his lips, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” she moaned out.

He opened them again, using every ounce of strength he had left. He was in euphoria.

“JAY,” she gulped, and her throat was dry.

She rode him slowly, taking her time, appreciating him. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, trying to hold herself straight up. It was too much pleasure, it was as if she could not control herself and while she started moving faster, her hand playfully slapped his side.

He chuckled and looked at her. She was looking over him, her eyes wild with frenzy and her lips parted to allow her to breath.

“Jay, JJ, Jay,” she moaned on top of him.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and then, forced her onto her side, switching positions, with him on top.

It was as if her body was waiting for him to do that. She relaxed, her tension loosing up and her breath evening, despite the boy over her taking full control. He moved faster, harder, rougher, taking up a quicker pace. He groaned and moaned and swore. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his hair sticking to it. His pants grew heavier and her eyes were screwed shut.

Her stomach churned, a knot forming and her back arched off the mattress while her lungs exploded. The loudest moan escaped her lips and her body shook all over. She trembled and she looked up at JJ who closed his eyes and breathed out, groaning, signalling he reached his own end. He couldn’t heave his own weight anymore and his hands gave out. He fell on top of her.

He was heavy, but he was warm and familiar. His body was leaving her breathless and he slowly tried to roll onto his side to relieve her off his weight. Neither of them could move. Her head spun to fast, events of the whole night playing in her head while JJ breathed rapidly. His heart was beating its way out of his chest. She couldn’t move closer to him and he tried to crawl closer to her side, to close the small, cool gap between them. A small chuckle left her lips and she turned her head to the side to find her handsome boy gazing at her lazily.

She took a little mental polaroid of him.

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Part 5

The beach was deserted. They were running and kicking sand and small stones everywhere. She ran and forced her dress down her shoulders, down to her small waist, over her thicker hips and down her shivering legs. A cool breeze danced around her almost-naked body. She dashed straight into the black, endless ocean. It was freezing cold, sending goose bumps all over her body.

JJ stopped in his tracks and looked at her splashing water everywhere. She got out again and sprinted back to him, jumping up and locking her arms and legs around him, closing any gap between them. He spun her around, droplets of clear water falling and flying from her dark locks and dampening his own shirt. She kissed him roughly, tugging at his blonde locks and her tongue fought his way into his mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him as if he were her breathing mechanism, so hungry.

He placed her back on the ground and undid his own shirt never breaking the kiss. She helped undoing his belt again and he undid his short, climbed out of them and picked her up again and ran into the ocean. He threw her in the pitch black water and dove straight in after her to grab her from her waist and pull her back up to meet his starving lips. They moved in sync, in unison and his hands snaked up at her shoulders pulling the top part of the bathing suit, revealing her breasts. Her hand attacked his underwear and this time round, he let her pull them down. She jumped up again and he caught her in time, he aligned himself and her eyes fluttered close whilst her mouth fell open, a moan leaving her lips. Her head fell forwards on his shoulders and she felt him breath heavily against her skin.

“JJ,” was all she could moan out.

She rocked her hips against his and his breaths became short and rapid.

She stopped all of a sudden and his hands cupped his face, forcing him to look at her.

“I love you,” she whispered under her breath.

She stared back at her. The world stopped spinning, like time was frozen. His eyes were a darker shade of blue, full of lust while her own eyes were a wild and piercing shade of blue, despite the darkness. If it was possible and natural, they were glowing gems. Her hair was falling in her face and sticking to her forehead. She pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes tight shut and her lips were quivering, from excitement. He looked at her, so fragile, so drunk, clinging onto him. He loved her beyond imagination. He kissed her again and again and again. He would never let her go, she was the only one for him. Drunk and sober, she was his and nothing, no one could tear them apart.

Her taste was so familiar. A mixture of sea salt, strong burning alcohol and a hint of fresh mint. Her lips were chapped and rough, but her cheeks were warm and soft, like tiny, little, fluffed pillows. Her mind was filled with smoke, as if someone had blown smoke through her ears. It was so light, and everything seemed to be heightened ten times more. He was holding her tightly to his own body, not even the strongest tidal wave could tea them apart at that moment, or ever.

All the distant shouting seemed to fade away and silence took over the place. He tore away and hugged her even tighter if it was possible. Everything remained still, the cool breeze hushed, and the waves flattened on the surface of the vast, black ocean. It was as if two souls were merging and nature was still to observe the phenomenon.

She unwrapped her legs from his lower back and he let her fall so that he rested his chin on the top of her head. Then he took her hands and pulled her back to the beach, out of the water. JJ helped her back into her bathing suit, then pulled the dress over her head. He dragged up his own shorts over his legs and pulled on his shirt. Their clothes were cold and full of sand. They walked in silence, back to John B’s house, which was only a couple of minutes away.

When they arrived, no one was there, probably everyone was still at the party. After all, they had left early. He led her inside, in the dusty kitchen that looked like everything but a kitchen. Her breath hitched, and then she relaxed against the wooden benchtop, leaning back onto it. JJ moved towards her, his hands on her hips and forced her up so that she was sitting. Suddenly, it was as if time was chasing them and they made out fiercely, trying to beat it to the finish line. He undid his shirt and threw it to the floor. Her hands darted to his shorts, for the millionth time and she undid them. They fell with a thud to the floor. He dragged her from the top of the bench back onto her shaking feet whilst pulling the dress over her head. He then traced shapes on her skin, sending goose-bumps all over her body.

He could feel her heart thumping out of her chest. Her breathing was short and rapid, hot and full of scents, mostly vodka and beer and anything she had been drinking. He pulled the top of her swimsuit off and pulled it down her legs agonizingly slowly until he was kneeling in front of her. He looked up to her and he breathed against her legs, slowly standing up, breathing hot breath against her thighs, abdomen, the valley of her chest and then, he struck her, biting and sucking at her collar bone, leaving red circles on both sides. She dug her nails into his back, causing him to moan at the stinging feeling. She threw her head back and his lips attacked her neck whilst his hands fumbled all over her body, tugging at her sides and forcing her to turn her back to him. Her back was pressed against his abdomen. She was sweating and she could feel his heart thump-thump-thump against her. He kissed her neck and licked up and down to her jaw. Her back arched, her bum against him. He gripped at her hair, tugging it from roots to end, straightening her curls. He pushed her out of the door, smacked her ass and led her to the bedroom downstairs. He pushed her against the wall, and it was the only thing that kept her from falling forwards.

She moaned as his fingers played around all over her naked, sweating body and he then pulled her towards him, on the creaking bed. The springs screeched beneath their weight and his head fell back and she got on top of him and straddled his lap. She kept balance whilst holding onto his shoulders and filled herself up with him, moans escaping his lips, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” she moaned out.

He opened them again, using every ounce of strength he had left. He was in euphoria.

“JAY,” she gulped, and her throat was dry.

She rode him slowly, taking her time, appreciating him. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, trying to hold herself straight up. It was too much pleasure, it was as if she could not control herself and while she started moving faster, her hand playfully slapped his side.

He chuckled and looked at her. She was looking over him, her eyes wild with frenzy and her lips parted to allow her to breath.

“Jay, JJ, Jay,” she moaned on top of him.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and then, forced her onto her side, switching positions, with him on top.

It was as if her body was waiting for him to do that. She relaxed, her tension loosing up and her breath evening, despite the boy over her taking full control. He moved faster, harder, rougher, taking up a quicker pace. He groaned and moaned and swore. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his hair sticking to it. His pants grew heavier and her eyes were screwed shut.

Her stomach churned, a knot forming and her back arched off the mattress while her lungs exploded. The loudest moan escaped her lips and her body shook all over. She trembled and she looked up at JJ who closed his eyes and breathed out, groaning, signalling he reached his own end. He couldn’t heave his own weight anymore and his hands gave out. He fell on top of her.

He was heavy, but he was warm and familiar. His body was leaving her breathless and he slowly tried to roll onto his side to relieve her off his weight. Neither of them could move. Her head spun to fast, events of the whole night playing in her head while JJ breathed rapidly. His heart was beating its way out of his chest. She couldn’t move closer to him and he tried to crawl closer to her side, to close the small, cool gap between them. A small chuckle left her lips and she turned her head to the side to find her handsome boy gazing at her lazily.

She took a little mental polaroid of him.

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Part 4

She swayed slightly, no longer steady on her feet. She wanted to beat him up and kick him and scream at him. She wanted JJ there, to beat him up and back her up. Hell, even Topper. He would help her out. She prayed and hoped against hope that Rafe wouldn’t notice her and her sudden weakness and panic.

If she hadn’t drank too much, whilst he was backed up against the wall, she would have reached up behind his back and tied his hand to his back with the rope behind him. She discovered it whilst she was making out with JJ. She had him weak and she would have thing him up, poured a few drinks over his head for satisfaction and no severe harm would have been done. But she was too drunk and she lost control now.

“I shouldn’t have gotten drunk,” she mumbled slowly so Rafe wouldn’t hear her.

“Where’s JJ?”, she asked in her head.

Rafe looked at her but he did not see her shake and tremble. He pushed himself off from the wall and swayed slightly on his feet whilst he moved closer to her. He could see her face clearly, but she couldn’t see his. He reached out to her, but she didn’t. he pulled her into his arms tightly and she didn’t budge. And now, he felt her shaking in his arms, but he didn’t realise she was getting more terrified of him by the second. He smiled slightly and felt like he had just won something that was out of his reach for too long. He felt slight guilt that he was indeed messing with his best friend’s first love, but she was JJ’s girl now and stealing something from JJ was so satisfying.

He leaned in, holding her tight and kissed her. He bit her bottom lip, tugged slightly and kissed her neck. He pulled the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist revealing the JJ’s favourite swimsuit. He fumbled with her seashell necklace, JJ had spent a whole afternoon looking for it at the beach after she lost it whilst they were fooling around with John B. he kissed down from her jaw to her collar bone to her breasts, everywhere where JJ had kissed.

“Where’s JJ?” she thought. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to numb everything down. She thought of JJ surfing and JJ fooling around with the stupid gun and how he licked her face after he smeared ice cream all over it. How much sand there was in his hair, how he got sand everywhere whenever he went over at her place and how much she loved John B’s couch when she was straddling JJ, forcing him to do whatever she wanted him to.

But Rafe was there, and he was kissing her and stripping her off JJ’s favourite outfit. With her dress at her waist, he fumbled with the top of her black swimsuit. Then he grabbed her hair roughly and pulled it slightly, enough to force her to tilt her face upwards but her eyes remined shut, and her lips parted slightly. She opened her eyes, but everything was blurry now, the alcohol having his full effect on her. The blonde hair of the boy in front of her wasn’t JJ’s, the hands around her neck weren’t his eithers.

Shouting behind her pulled her in and out and in and out of reality. JJ’s voice, JJ’s hands, something pulled her away, someone fixed her swimsuit properly and cold, wet hands pulled up her dress. Warm hands held her from beneath her arms and she leaned back onto someone taller than her.

Maybe it was John B. Someone else was shouting and beating the blonde boy that was kissing her and another boy was standing not far from them, shifting awkwardly and doing nothing.

Cold hands met her warm cheeks and she opened her eyes.

“I know what’s happening,” she said.

“No, you don’t,” someone replied.

“John B I know what’s happening,” she said again.

“Fine, you know. Can you walk?” John B asked.

She walked slowly, holding onto John B and then he helped her sit down. She blinked and looked around.

She looked at John B but she started seeing double and imagining JJ.

She leaned towards him, put her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna have fun with you tonight,” she told him.

“I’m John B,” he told her.

“On John B’s couch,” she replied back.

“You’re going to sleep on John B’s couch,” he replied, half-smiling, half-worried.

“I’m gonna ride you on John B’s couch,” she told, whom she thought was JJ.

“I’m not JJ and you’re not gonna do anything on my couch,” he laughed at her.

“Where’s my JJ?” she slurred.

JJ came running back, panting and sweating. She got up on shaking knees and fell forwards to him.

“I was just telling John B how I’m gonna ride you on his couch, till I can’t move!”, she laughed.

JJ was drunk, not as much as she was but enough to mess up. He pulled her tightly to his chest and pulled her away from everyone. John B was at his heels, trying to prevent them from making mistakes and messing things up more than they already were.

“John B gonna join us?” she laughed. She was no longer scared in JJ’s arms. She had to admit, now that she was with him, she was more turned on.

JJ pulled her into a dark corner.

“You know what he was gonna do to you?” he said all of a sudden.

She looked blank at him, and she tried to kiss him. She was way to drunk for any form of reasoning.

“HE WAS GONNA…” he screamed at her face, but she stopped him. She looked away, and prayed John B would show up. She knew how to control JJ but right now, she wasn’t up for it. She wanted to party and chase off what could have happened if they didn’t show up.

JJ shook her shoulders, trying to knock some sense in her but she reached up and kissed him.

“Not know,” he tried mumbling but she kept going at it and undid the buttons of his palm tree shirt till she reached the very last button and then went straight for the brown belt and the zipper of his jean shorts. She fumbled around with them and at this point, he realised he couldn’t stop her, so he let her do whatever took her mind off reality. With the sipper undone, his short fell down to his ankles and he stood there looking at her. She kneeled down and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Get up, c’mon,” he told her but she wouldn’t have it.

She pulled down his underwear and his hands reached down and grasped it from her cold hands, pulling it straight back up. He bent down and pulled her up, then forced her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You are way to drunk,” he smiled at her in a hopeless manner.

He crashed his lips into hers and slammed her against the wooden shed. She laughed.

“JJ,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he said suddenly, for the first time. He didn’t look at her, but her hand forced his chin up and her lips curled up into a smile.

“I’m wasted, I don’t want to ruin it,” she said in a small tone.

“You just did,” he said quietly and let her slide against the shed till she was standing up. He bent down and picked up his shorts, fixed up and grabbed her hand and directed her back to where everyone was gathered.

She pulled him away, but he was stronger. She wasn’t having any of this tonight, so she heaved her weight against the direction towards he was pulling her and forced him the other way. He gave in and followed her into the dark, night. She pulled him towards the beach.

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Part 3

John B came over with his van. Inside, Kiera and Pope were discussing the beach party that they agreed to go to. Kooks and Pogues. It was a mixed party, with mixed alcohol, with mixed drugs and joints that would lead to fights and break ups and make ups.

She got inside, next to Pope while JJ sat in his usual spot, next to John B. They were supposed to go surfing that morning, but the weather was too sunny, too calm for anything. Not a breeze on that day. So instead, they decided to go grocery shopping with John B, very mainstream, common, regular, normal thing to do. Since JJ found it boring, she decided to stay in the van with him and since they were double parked, he could move the van in case any cop showed up. Five minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes in and they were making out on the driver’s seat. Too hot, too sweaty, too sore, they soon dropped the act and not long after, Kiera swung the passenger’s door open to throw a bag on the passenger seat, onto her lap.

They spent the morning smoking and soaking up all the sun they could get. In the afternoon, they started getting ready. Yeah, it was cheesy, but girls are girls after all. Kiera let her hair fall all over her shoulders and back and placed a flower headband in the middle of her curls. She wore a loose lavender dress and flat sandals, silver bracelets on both arms and a smear of gloss over her lips that smelled of coconut.

She, on the other hand, wore a black dress, tight at the top, loose at the bottom with a black frill at the very end of the hem, swinging over her knees. She laced up her black, Roman sandals and threw in a gold anklet around the many laces of her sandals. She wore seashells around her neck and her curls were half tied up, half down swinging over her back. She curled her lashes and put some mascara and pink lipstick. She wore a ring on almost each finger and sprayed some perfume over her neck and shoulders. They got ready over at John B’s place and once the girls were all done, they headed down at the beach for the party.

As soon as they arrived, they noticed Topper and Rafe who had already been drinking, with half-filled red cups in the hands and cigarettes in their other hand, chatting and laughing. He didn’t seem depressed for the first time in like, ever, since they broke up, she thought. He smiled at her and waved, almost called out to her but JJ pulled her over. They went over to their side of the party.

JJ poured drinks for everyone, they were strong, and they burned their throat.

“Did you bring your gun JJ?”, she asked.

“No, not today,” he replied.

“You sure?”

Her hands skinned around his waist, feeling for anything cold, metal-like, that would lead him into trouble. There was nothing of that sort. She was relieved.

“Told you so,” he said in a low, disappointed voice.

She kissed him roughly on the lips and trailed his check with kisses, to behind his neck and nibbled at his ear lobe whilst playing with his blonde hair. Her hand wondered there for a while till he pulled away and dragged her to a quiet corner, away from all the hassle going on.

He kissed her and his hand trailed at her bare shoulder, tugging her dress and pulling her hair gently.

“We should behave, for once,” she breathed out.

“You don’t mean it,”

“I don’t,”

“Hey JJ”, someone shouted. “Pogue!” they shouted again. That rough voice, it was definitely Rafe.

“Drop it,” she hissed with her back still at him.

“You would let a Pogue do you but not Topper,” he said.

“Don’t,” she attempted to say it sternly, but her voice was weak. JJ was still sucking and kissing her neck, for once not bothered by what was going on around him. Her hands were playing with his hair, are the back of his neck and as she spoke, she fanned the side of his face with hot, minty breath mixed with the scent of vodka. Yes, she drank vodka.

“I’d do you better than him. Have you begging for more, you could resist me whilst you were with Topper but with him, you wouldn’t allow me to blink and you’d be dangled over my neck way tighter than you are on his…”

“You’re drunk, you’re not making sense,” she replied. JJ stopped and looked in her eyes. They were still blue, but there was something in them that he had never seen before.

“Go grab a few drinks, I’ll chase him away,” she told JJ. “Please,” she whispered in his ear.

And no guns, no fights tonight,” she added. He looked at her for a minute of so, and everything was silent. He looked over at Rafe, he hated that boy, but he seemed harmless for the time being. And so, he went for drinks.

“Admit it, you’re loosing your connection with him. He’s becoming normal now,” Rafe said.

“Where’s Topper? Where did you loose him? Not like you to come looking for fights alone,” she mumbled looking to the ground.

“Topper would be protective of you, regardless of how you treated him,” Rafe said, coming closer, so close her reached out and touched her.

She didn’t shiver and she didn’t panic. Instead, she put her arm on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

“Protective? And why would he have to be protective?” she asked innocently.

“Does he have to protect me from anyone, Rafe? Does he have to protect me from you, maybe?”, she asked again. “Cause you know, I think I can ‘protect’ myself from you,” she added the air quotes.

“I wouldn’t dare to hurt a hair on you body,” he breathed out. Hot breath against her check. “You’re so close but you’re so calm, you’ve had too much to drink already?” he asked.

“I drank, I smoked, heck! I almost…” and she edged a bit closer to him. “Is this what you want Rafe?” she asked. “You like your best friend’s ex?”

“Would you do me Rafe?”

“Are you capable of making me scream your name, Rafe”, she whispered in his ear.

“Can you imagine it Rafe? You and I together? Do you picture us Rafe? Do you find it hot? Do you think about it at night Rafe?”, she repeated his name over and over and over again.

“Rafe,” she moaned, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Rafe?”, she questioned him.

His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted but she was staring at him with wide eyes and her lips pulled tightly into a straight line. She knew his game too well by now.

“You said my name a lot, you forgot about JJ?”, he asked slowly, weakly.

“Would you still play with me? You’d find it hot if I pointed out the gun at you and stripped you off everything, Rafe?” she paused.

He leaned in, to kiss her but failed as she moved. She pushed him up against the wall.

“Like this, Rafe?”, she questioned him.

“Like that,” he smiled, wanting more. Her hand grabbed tightly at his shoulder and her mind somewhere else. Thinking about where the hell was JJ with those drinks. She walked backwards and let go of him.

She kept staring at him. She was drunk and she suddenly, the edges of the picture in front of her started blurring up. Too much talking and no moving got her wasted faster. With JJ, she wouldn’t worry but now, her confidence was being replaced by fear and she realised just then that she was losing control over the situation. She could no longer toy with Rafe and things were going to get out of hand.

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Part 2

When she woke up, it was still dark outside. JJ lay motionless beside her, apart from his breathing. That is when she replayed how she befriended JJ in her mind.

“Topper! Topper stop!” she laughed, she shouted. Topper tickled her sides, threw her into the ocean, picked her up on the beach and twirled her in the air. Laughing with her, he continued his playful actions and then Rafe joined in, splashing water at them, dropping his half-burnt cigarettes into the ocean. In the middle of all this, they saw John B and his crew approaching. John B was leading, with a surf board under his tanned arms and JJ running after him, his blonde hair in front of his eyes.

She didn’t pay much attention to them, and neither did Topper. Rafe, on the other hand, decided to end Topper’s current love story by throwing his current girlfriend under the bus with his usual, awkward and annoying mocking jokes.

“Hey John B! Bet you can’t get yourself a girl like this!” with that, she slapped her bum. Topper shrugged it off and pulled her with him, away from Rafe.

“Drop it Rafe, not again”

“Hey John B! A girl like this would leave you speechless for months!” he continued.

JJ, being JJ, shouted from the other side.

“Bet we would leave her speechless”

“You’re nothing more than a dumb, poor, beaten up orphan. You would never have a shot with her” Topper said. Unfortunately for him, everyone around heard him.

She stopped messing around and looked at him.

“Topper?” was all she could say. “Bet he is not even sorry about what he said” laughed Rafe.

The way that Topper looked at JJ that day, with pity and shame, she never forgot. She was happy with him and they always had a great time but there was always something inside her that told her that they would eventually break up, things were not meant to last long. The little thing on the beach kept popping up in her mind, how he looked at JJ. Not that she was friend’s with him, but Topper's attitude and behaviour could be a little odd sometimes.

Sometime after that, she called it quits. A stupid day, a stupid reason, but things with Topper ended. Better sooner than later. JJ did not become a problem till on night at a party, where she got so wasted that she threw herself on him, kissed him, made out with him, dragged him to a secret corner where she used to do Topper and instead, did JJ. For the record, Topper did not see them and neither did Rafe. Toppet and Rafe only saw them together at the beach, surfing and cruising around some time after the incident. With Rafe constantly blabbering about how a Pogue stole his girl, Topper stated losing it, going on drinking sprees every day, calling her to tell her he missed her and he loved her. Usual love story.

With the flashback in her mind, she did not feel JJ waking up and pulling her to him.

“Why you up?” he mumbled in his sleepy, raspy voice. A smirk played on his lips. “Please tell me you’ve had enough for one day. This night you were an animal, you sexy beast, you little”

She did not let him finish, she placed a kiss on his lips, reached down under the covers and squeezed him only to find him hard.

“I’m the animal? What the hell was going on in you mind?”

“You were down there, you were having your treat but then I decided to take over and…”

She laughed at his story and played with his hair while he told her what he dreamed. She was sure he had just invented half of the story, he liked stories and he liked being creative. He laughed with her. While she was staring at him, he caressed her face, his thumb moving to her lips, rubbing them slowly till he sipped it in her mouth, attempting to make her suck it. She looked at him with heavy eyelids and moaned.

“Don’t think I can take it right now, you know. Can’t really walk properly either,” she said while he laughed it off. With his other free hand, he snaked his way to her legs, tugging at her swimsuit.

“You shouldn’t sleep in this. Pretty sure this material is not good for bed,” and with that, he pulled at the string around her neck, loosed them up and tried pulling the whole thing off of her. It got stuck at her hips, where she was thicker, fuller. JJ traced her skin, his touch light and warm, from her ear to her neck, to her waist down to her hips and thighs. She shivered under his touch, despite what she told him earlier, that she was too tired.

“You know, you won’t really have to do a thing. At least, in my dream you didn’t,” he said softly, trying to make his offer more appealing.

She could not form any words at this point, she wanted more. She craved him everywhere, she craved him in ways she never did. He continued his soft, innocent, playful actions. When she was under his full control, his hand found her way into her swimsuit and her legs closed rapidly. Her eyes closed and her breath became faster. His actions were driving her insane, toying around with her like that.

“Daddy,”

She never said that. Never uttered that word, not to him, not to anyone.

“Daddy,”

She repeated softly and it woke something inside of him. He did not want to dominate her or hit her in any way. He was beaten so often that mixing that behaviour with sex was a no-go thing for him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look here,” he whispered to her. She turned to face him, and in the darkness, he could only imagine her face blushing.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded and kissed him. They made out for a bit and things did not cool off. With her half naked, half with her swimsuit on, and him in just underwear, things could only lead one place.

“JJ, please” she fought her way on top of him, straddling his lap. He pulled down his underwear and she moved her swimsuit aside.

Neither lasted long. Panting, sweating and too tired to do anything else, she fell on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his breaths. He did not move her, and he soon realised that she had fell asleep once again. Minutes later, he dozed off as well.

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Part 1

John B’s couch was uncomfortable, but JJ’s lap wasn’t. There she was again, for the third time that day, sweating and moaning. Just when she is having her best time, he ends it. Done. His head fell on her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. Done!

“JJ, a bit more” she moaned, trying her best to finish things herself. Her plead fell onto deaf ears as he shifted beneath her, suddenly becoming too sensitive to do anything else. She got up, gave him one deadly glare and stormed off to the bathroom, to finish what he started. Three minutes in and there was a soft know on the door.

She put her ear to the door, trying to see if she could hear who was behind it. No sound, no noise. She stopped again, pulled up her clothes, rinsed her hands and opened. John B was there, standing awkwardly in front of her.

“JJ?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she replied.

“Don’t act dumb. Heard you on that couch. And I heard you in here.” He said.

John B was too close. She was uncomfortable with this, no one was letting her finish her off in peace. She shrugged and looked away, as if looking for someone.

“He’s in the kitchen” John B replied to her silent question.

She got out and walked to the kitchen, around the table and to the counter. She hugged JJ from the back and climbed on her tiptoes.

“Please”, she pleaded in his ear, playing with his ear lobe.

He turned to face her, a frown on his face. A questioned look soon took over.

“What were you thinking about? Topper is out of your life, at least I hope he is. That night on the beach is over”, he said.

She stared down at her own feet and then felt his hand wrap around her back. He walked towards her, pushing her and then pulling her with him. JJ walked out of the kitchen and dragged her with him to the bedroom. He closed the door and sat on bed.

“Topper is over. Stop thinking about it!”

She sat down next to him, looked at him. His eyes were dark, with anger she thought. He kissed her softly, then harshly, biting her bottom lip and holding her neck but never chocking her. He kissed her and tied her salty hair up in the messiest ponytail you could ever make. Then, he pulled her on top of him.

His shorts were down his legs, her shorts were by the window. Her swimsuit was by the chair and his bandana was around her hands.

“JJ, JJ, JJ” was all she could tell him. She was top and he was bottom till he decided it was not good enough. He flipped them both, him on top of her. With one hand, he held her tied hands up and with the other he held up with weight. Her eyes were closed, and her moth was open. Her moans were not enough for him. Unsure what was going on in her mind, he forced himself up and once again pulled her on his lap. With his back resting against the rusty old headboard, he let her top him but remained in control. She fell silent and fluttered her eyes open. She fell forwards toward him to kiss him, tug at his lips, his name falling from her mouth, her eyes tearing up.

He got worried. Crying from pleasure or pain? He shifted beneath her and she wimped. She started going faster, closing her eyes and trying to undo the bandana. He saw her struggle to he undid it himself and her hands went to his ace, to his lips, to his hands. She gripped them tightly and fell against him, a small smile planted on her lips.

JJ looked down at her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. No denying he was worried, but she looked peaceful know. He moved around and she got up. Instead of the usual thing, where she would put on her clothes and leave, she climbed on bed naked as she was and stared at him, waiting for him to do something.

“What happened before?” he asked.

“Rafe called, he told me Topper was out looking for me again. He was worried out him”

“No, Rafe told you Topper got drunk again and is out looking for you”

“I don’t want to go home. I have to pass by their house, and I have to see them” she said.

“You’re staying with me. Dad’s out and you’re staying with me tonight, tomorrow and Friday” JJ said, in a determined voice. It was a plan, three nights with JJ. She’ll just call home to tell them she was fine, and she would stay with JJ.

Still naked, still sweaty she crawled up to JJ. Her eyes begged for another round. Her hands too needy. He fulfilled her wish, again and again, till outside was dark and the noises around John B’s house died down. She got up, got dressed and let JJ pull her out of the room, out of the house.

No denying that her walk was funny. John B noticed it, Sarah noticed it and Pope saw it too. She got on the motorcycle with JJ and he drove off to his house. Ten minutes till they arrived and as soon as they got there, they headed to bed, skipping the shower part. Clothes were by one end of his bed and while she remained in just her swimsuit, he pulled on a clean pair of boxers. Within five minutes, both were fast asleep.