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All Alone

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Fast cars passing by. A group of tourists inevitably interrupting the paths of hurrying businessmen. Two cats fighting over a piece of an old meat in an alley. You sighed as you watched the people down below, completely unsuspecting of your presence. The whole apartment was decorated with tall windows and yet, no one ever bothered to look all the way up, to see the imprisoned person inside.


It has been two months since they locked you up inside of this building. At first you were furious; you were abducted by a couple of masked men when you were returning from one of the many Berlin’s clubs - it was a Saturday night and you were thrilled to spend it with your friends. The night turned into a living nightmare when you were pushed into an awaiting van, where one of the masked men covered your mouth and nose and soon making you loose your consciousness.

Later you discovered that those men wanted to use you as a bargaining chip in exchange for information and money from your father. You were surprised as you didn’t expect that your own dad would be entangled with the local mafia. You knew he made quite a lot of trips to Germany and that he had some “important partners” here in Berlin – he taught you that himself as he expected you’ll take over the company one day – but you never expected it to be this bad.

When you woke up you discovered you were in some kind of a warehouse, tied up to a chair. There were six of them, four of them lurking in the shadows while a tall intimidating man with a mohawk and a cane stood in front of you. By his side there was another tall man with a pair of glasses – he had his sleeves rolled up and was looming over a set of not so nicely looking tools. They quickly discovered that you barely spoke any German and that you indeed was your father’s daughter. In return the intimidating man told you about your father’s debts and how he used their “company”, thinking he could outsmart them. They all laughed at that, one of the men in the shadows telling you it wasn’t very clever to leave you alone in Berlin, even only for your studies in one of the prestige universities. It didn’t take them any effort to find out all the things you knew, which in the end wasn’t that much. They left you alone for a couple of hours only for the two of them to return for you; a man with a burned face untied you from your chair while the other one, who was blind in one eye, grabbed you by your arm and dragged you away to an awaiting car.

And here you were, locked up in an apartment in a part of Berlin you never visited and never wanted to. The men took turns in guarding you and watching you. Some of them just kept sitting quietly and made you question if they were even alive and some of them were sometimes bearable. As you have discovered, Paul and Oliver were quite a good company. You knew that they still were nothing more than Berlin’s mobsters, being a part of all kinds of crimes, though you liked that Oliver wasn’t afraid to take you out for a walk into the local park or to a nearby restaurant. He knew you wouldn’t be able to outrun him anyway, with his towering height and quick reflexes. Paul tended to always bring something with him, be it a bottle of an expensive wine, a board game or once he even smuggled in a puppy, immediately improving your day.

The others were not so easy to deal with. You saw their boss only twice. Once while they moved you into the building and the second time when you tried to escape but was unfortunately caught. He was almost always accompanied by his assistant, weirdly nicknamed Flake by the other men. This lanky man came once in a while to check up on you; he seemed to be something like their personal doctor, now acting as your very own one, too. Be it painkillers, cough drops or even drugs, he always had it with him. The one eyed man had never given you his name and when you heard the others talk, you could only hear they called him Schneider. Being with him was like a lottery. One day he was smiling and being quite talkative for a murdering gangster, spending hours playing games and making fun of the passing people down below, then suddenly another time he would come and quietly stare out of the windows, repeatedly cleaning his pistols which he had hidden under his suit.

And then there was Richard. When you were with him for the first couple of days he seemed to be a rather charismatic, cocky, yet quite a likable man. But it took him only those couple of days to show his true colours. He was arrogant, didn’t listen to any of your requests, made fun of you and always made a mess of the apartment. He never bothered to help you with anything and most of the time he ended in the living room, blasting loud music and getting high. And if he wasn’t getting himself high, he smoked everywhere, jokingly puffing the smoke at you, knowing how much you hated it.

Moreover, he couldn’t stop making fun of you after the wine incident. It was one of the times when his company was not so horrible and where you didn’t mind his constant babbling about stuff you didn’t care about. You were on your second glass of wine when he accidentally spilled it over himself, which resulted in him carelessly stripping his ruined shirt off. He immediately noticed your blushing and stuttering and could not stop laughing at you ever since.

You managed to build up your own strategy against him. Sometimes, when he was at your place clearly sporting a nasty hangover, you liked to play random movies as loud as possible and rattle with all the dishes the kitchen had. You’d accidentally drop sticky food onto his suit, deliberately ruining it. And even though his English was the clearest out of all of his group, you still liked to pretend you don’t understand him, annoying him till he started to mumble and curse in German.


You sighed once more, scanning the streets for the last time and then you slowly turned away from the windows. You were in your bedroom now and you could hear Richard’s voice coming from the living room. He was talking to someone over the phone, his German hurried as if he tried to get the phone call over as soon as possible. You emerged from your bedroom and watched the man; he was sitting in the living room, the phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, his fingers typing on a bulky notebook. He had a glass of Bunnahabhain poured next to it, the liquid’s bottle sitting right behind the notebook’s screen.

The evening was rather long and boring, Richard had already taken away the remote controls from the TV so you couldn’t bother him and guarded them with his life. You smirked as a plan slowly formulated in your mind nonetheless. You may have been already in your pyjamas (an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts) but that didn’t stop you from coming into the living room and popping down onto the couch next to Richard. He looked up form his work and warily eyed you up and down, waiting for something to happen. You just shrugged, staring at him with disinterest. After a while you bent for the bottle of scotch and opened it, smelling the contents.

“Careful, that’s not something for little girls,” Richard muttered with a tiny smirk as he covered the mic of the phone for a moment.

“Don’t care,” you answered as you put your legs on the table in front of you and took a large gulp. From the corner of your eye you could see Richard had stopped writing on the notebook and was rather shamelessly raking his eyes over your outstretched legs.

You rolled your eyes and got up, taking the bottle with you. While Richard took away the remote controls he didn’t do anything with the radio. You moved towards it, looking over the CD cases laying around as you took another sip out of the bottle.

You picked one of the many copied ones with the simple words “Mix 1” written on it. After the insertion and couple of pushed buttons, the radio started to play the music, a rather nice collection of classic rock songs. You cranked up the volume, smiling to yourself as you heard Richard’s annoyed groan.

“(Y/N), turn it down, I need to work,” he hissed, covering the phone once more.

“Fuck you,” you extended your arm, lovingly showing him the middle finger as you continued to drink.

Richard kept glaring at you for a moment but then returned to his work. Meanwhile the alcohol started to have an effect on you and suddenly you didn’t feel so bored anymore. You had an unstoppable need to move to the sound of Jumpin’ Jack Flash. Subtle shoulder bobbing turned into a full blown dance choreography where you threw your head from side to side, jumped around and giggled at the more and more annoyed man sitting a few metres in front of you. He finished the phone call with a couple of repeated ‘tut mir leid’s and glared back at you. You childishly stuck out your tongue, dancing on and drinking more out of the bottle.

“Care to join me, Mr. Serious?” you mockingly extended your hand.

“No,” he hissed as he suddenly stood up, closing the distance between you in a couple of quick steps. He yanked the bottle out of your hand, glaring at it and the rest of the alcohol that was left in it, “this was really expensive, y’know.”

“I,” you twisted around him, “don’t care,” you moved backwards, back to where his notebook and unfinished glass were. You picked it up and took a small sip out of the glass, wiggling your eyebrows at Richard in a silent challenge. He put the bottle next to the radio and turned it a bit down, then looked back at you. Meanwhile you held the glass gently in you hand, slowly tipping it towards his notebook.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled between his teeth, watching as you kept angling the glass down. At the last possible moment you moved your hand, spilling the liquid over his coat instead.

“Whoops,” you said innocently, letting the glass fall into the wet mess, “didn’t mean to.”

Richard growled, glaring at you as you jumped onto one of the couches, continuing in your personal party. He moved closer, deciding to put an end to the teasing. But before he could grab you, you once again moved towards the radio, turning the volume up. You laughed as you heard Richard’s exasperated sigh and continued bobbing to the sound of the music.

Suddenly you felt a body pressing you towards the shelves, pressing you onto them and immobilising you. You gasped as you were roughly turned around, Richard’s face sneering down at you. You also couldn’t help but notice the tiny smirk blooming on his unshaven face.

“You better stop this before you’ll do something you’ll regret,” he lowered his head, hissing the last words into your ear.

His voice send shivers down your body, you could feel his muscled chest tightly pressed to yours. Nonetheless, you managed to grab him by his wrist, your other hand sneaking onto his bicep as you pushed yourself away from the shelves, spinning around.

“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you rather dance with me, hmm?” You smiled at his unmoving figure.

“I’d rather not,” even though he didn’t move, Richard still snaked his arm around your waist, anchoring it at your lower back.

“You’re not fun, Richard,” you slurred as you turned once more, pushing your bodies around, “just a fuckin’ boring asshole with no life,” you tried to push him away, suddenly bored of his unmoving body. In your slightly drunken state you haven’t realized it would be impossible to move someone of his size with your strength so you ended up stumbling back, landing on the couch behind you.

Richard came closer to you, agitated from your remarks. He stood in front of you and watched as you struggled to sit up.

“Fun’s over, get back to bed,” he nodded with his head towards the bedroom, “or I’ll drag you there myself.”

“Ooh,” you mocked him as you clumsily stood up on the couch, slightly towering over him, “make me.”

You watched as Richard stood in front of you for a while, deciding what to do. When he reached with one hand for you, you quickly picked up one of the cushions, smacking him in the face. He staggered backwards and before he could regain his balance you jumped forward, flinging your whole weight onto him. You embraced him with your arms and legs, trying to tip him over and successfully doing so.

Both of you ended up on the floor, you laughing and Richard cursing as he tried to get the upper hand. It didn’t take long for him to roll you over and grab your hands, pinning them above your head and squeezing them tightly. He smirked in victory though you didn’t want to give up so easily – there was still space between you, and you used it for your legs. You put them under him, and pushed into his chest and thanks to the element of surprise moving him off of you.

You laughed as you clumsily got up, trying to get behind the couch to create some kind of space between you two. Though Richard was quick and before you managed to crawl over the furniture, he had you once again pinned down, pushing you into the couch, his front aligned with your back. You felt his quickened breaths right behind your left ear, your own breathing changing to quick shallow breaths.

“You little minx,” he whispered as he trailed his hands across your arms, trying to once again grab your wrists. You felt as goose bumps rose across your body, making you shudder and unconsciously push your body into his. Just as you pushed your back into him you could hear him moan quietly, stopping his administrations and gently returning the movements by pushing his body back into you, grinding his hips into your behind. You felt his arms suddenly sneaking from your own down to your waist, pushing your body closer to him.

It was driving you crazy, the mixture of a rich cologne, smoke of cigarettes and soap were invading your mind, making you teasingly push your hips back to his. You could hear him chuckle as he inhaled your own scent, burying his nose into your messy bun. Richard dragged his left hand across your thigh, his nails leaving faint red marks.

“What’s this now, huh?” he pushed his lips to your ear. Your teasing became more heated, now you shamelessly pushed yourself back into him, enjoying the sighs of pleasure he left on your neck. His hands travelled across your body, the left one anchoring under your breasts while his right one slithered down, grabbed your right thigh and forced you to spread your legs more open. You could feel the pursing of his lips behind your ear, his nose tickling you with each of his exhales.

You kept pushing each other back and forth, taunting the other one with your shallow breathing. You kept holding onto the headrest of the couch as you felt him exploring you, hands going up and down your stomach, only to slide down to your thighs and then back up. He moved a bit, repositioned his body and grinded his hips back to you, dragging them across your ass so you could feel his half hard cock rubbing against you.

A loud moan escaped your lips as you felt him grind again, your hand shooting up from the couch and into his heavily-gelled hair to grip him. As you tugged him he moaned as well, biting down onto your earlobe to mute it down.

You both became still, you could feel Richard’s whole body pressed into you, his cock teasing you, his chest widening from his breathing, his stubble scratching you across your bared shoulder. Somewhere, far beyond the existence of both of you, you could still hear the radio, the sound of it almost unrecognizable due to the sudden spike of lust in your body. You wondered what’s going to happened next, yet didn’t have enough time as Richard had eased himself off of you and in a second flipped you over, laying you down onto the couch.

He crawled between your legs and put his arms next to your head, staring down at you. His eyes were wide open and dark with desire, surely no different from yours own. He grabbed your right leg and threw it over his back, allowing himself to get closer to you. Once again, you could feel his excitement pressing onto you, though you didn’t dare to to move your eyes from his. Richard trailed his left hand from your collarbones across your neck, anchoring it under your chin. He grabbed it, forcing your mouth a bit to open; you barely had a chance to inhale and suddenly his lips were pressed to yours, sloppily moving in repeated purses.

Your head spun, just a moment ago you were flipping the man off and now he was nestled between your legs, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He strongly tasted of cigarettes and of the scotch he has been drinking that evening, which weren’t the most pleasant things and yet, you gladly opened your mouth, meeting his tongue halfway.

As soon as he felt you responding, he grunted in approval and pressed his body onto yours, right hand sliding down your side and anchoring at your hip. The sound of the music was completely drowned in the sound of your kissing, your and Richard’s moans and the rustling of clothes. Richard moved his hand from your hip under your shirt, slowly snaking it up, kneading your skin. You could feel as his fingers ghosted over your breast, he teasingly stroked around it before he moved his hand away only to return it to grope you. As he pushed his hand onto you, you mewled in pleasure and grinded your hips into his, going crazy with the sensations.

Richard was still fully clothed in his button-up and slacks, which were scratching your thighs. You bravely moved your hands to his collar and started opening his buttons, one by one. As you undid the first one you could feel his smirk, his mouth moving from your lips to your jaw, to your ear and down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses behind. He moved his head down and playfully bit your collarbone, liking the responses you gave him in return. Richard then slowly moved into a sitting position, while he trailed his arms down your body and up your thighs; you barely had chance to unbutton half of his shirt.

He looked sinfully good. Eyes half lidded, mouth open and red, his chest peaking out of his shirt as he took deep breaths. You could see as he ogled you back, you were sure you didn’t look any less debauched with your shirt pulled up and exposing your stomach, hair messy and barely holding up and the pleasant throbbing in your lips.

Wordlessly, Richard undid the last few buttons of his shirt and took it of, throwing it somewhere behind himself. You had to bite your lips at the sight, his muscular chest heaving and so close - you couldn’t resist and extended your arms, raking your fingers across his stomach and up, as far as you could reach. He quietly laughed at your administrations and took your own palms into his and pushed them around himself just as he was bending down once more.

Richard scooped a bit lower to your exposed stomach and started kissing it, sucking your skin into his mouth and sometimes biting down. He slowly licked his way up and approvingly purred as you bore your fingers into his hair, pushing his face closer to you. When his lips latched onto one of your nipples you’ve let out a loud moan, later almost being embarrassed by the sounds he could coil out of you. As he kept himself busy with your breast you didn’t even notice his wandering palm, which slowly disappeared between your legs.

When you felt fingers rubbing you over your shorts, your mind went blank. Richard’s chuckles slowly brought you back; his head was above yours as he was amusingly watching your reactions. At first he didn’t do anything more than rub his fingertips over your pussy, though even that already felt like heaven. You moaned when you felt him drag his hand lower, cupping it over you as his thumb found your clit over the layers of clothes and started rubbing you in small teasing circles.

“You like that, huh?” he hissed into your mouth, his lips moving over yours. You couldn’t answer, it was hard enough to focus on repeatedly grinding your crotch into his hand and speaking seemed as an impossible task. Richard chuckled as he once again covered your mouth with his, starting another row of heated, open-mouthed kisses. You dragged your nails across his back, kneading his skin and pushing him closer to yourself, which was something he rather liked as you discovered through his grunts of approval.

As Richard felt your hips pushing into his hand with more force, he teasingly let you go with a last stroke over your pussy. A growl escaped your lips, you felt you were getting close with his strokes, you could already feel the warmth across your body and suddenly it was gone, slowly disappearing as his hand left you.

You gasped as suddenly Richard’s hands disappeared behind your back and he picked you up into his lap. Your bodies were pressed to each other, as he held onto you, his right hand again moving your leg around him into a tight hug.

“Let’s move somewhere more comfortable, yeah?” He kissed your neck, nibbling at your skin under your ear.

“The bedroom?” you mewled.


You knew Richard was strong, but still, you couldn’t stop the gasp as he stood up with you, crossing the living room with no problem. You felt a little bit confused as instead of the bedroom he moved into the kitchen, putting you onto the counter. Richard opened one of the cupboards next to your head and rummaged in it, quickly closing it and putting something into the back pocket of his pants.

He mischievously winked at you and grabbed you once more, now finally heading into the bedroom. He continued to kiss you on his way there, blindly running into the wall instead into the opened door next to it. You were roughly pressed against the cold wall though you barely noticed it as you had enough work with answering all of Richard’s hungry kisses.

“C’mon,” you whispered and nudged him with your head, eager to finally get into the bed. Richard wordlessly pushed the both of you off the wall and continued into the bedroom, soon standing in front of the bed.

He kissed you one last time and bit down onto your lower lip, gently tugging at it before he smirked and opened his arms, letting you fall onto the covers. You yelped as you fell on your back, thank god the bed was soft and you landed in the heap of the blankets and pillows below you. Scooping a bit up, you watched as Richard kneeled at the foot of the bed, lowered himself onto his hands and slowly crawled towards you. He stopped once again when he was between your legs and took the hem of your shirt in his hands.

“A bit unfair for you to have this still on, no?” He smiled and slowly dragged it off your body and over your head, properly exposing your chest to him, “much better,” he growled at the sight. Richard immediately lowered his head and kissed your chest, sucking on your tits and licking your nipples. He then moved down, trailing his kisses over your belly and navel and before you could do anything he grabbed your shorts as well, and together with your panties tore them away. You bent your body and automatically pushed your hand back into his hair; Richard didn’t waste his time and lowered his head down, dragging his tongue across your pussy, ending up with circling motions around your clit.

“Ooh fuuuck,” you moaned as you buried your other hand into your own hair and arched over the bed. It didn’t help that you felt each of Richard’s growls and moans, your pussy feeling every single vibration coming from him. You felt him bore his tongue inside your hole and you mewled, almost crying in pleasure as he began fucking you with his tongue. You dared to look down and got your breath stuck in your throat; Richard was looking straight back at you, his tongue out and slowly going over your wetness. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, going back down and getting busy with long, lazy strokes of his tongue.

You kept watching him as he ate you out, alternating between hungry licks and lazy pokes of his tongue inside you. You once again felt the fire building inside, your muscles slowly contracting, awaiting the oncoming pleasure. Your orgasm was brought even closer when Richard inserted two of his fingers inside you, accompanying his tongue. He fucked you with his fingers that he repeatedly curled inside you, his mouth latched on your clit. When he raised his eyes to watch you trash, you went overboard.

Your thighs clasped tightly around his head as you screamed out, your body trashing from side to side as you were drowned in the waves of an intense orgasm. You squeezed Richard’s fingers that were still inside you and rubbed your juices all over his mouth. It took you a few moments to calm down and release him from your shaking legs. He took a few deep breaths, inhaling your scent and then he slowly raised himself to his haunches.

The sight before you was completely sinful. Your thighs were red from whisker burns, your legs felt like jelly and then there was Richard, sitting in between them, licking his mouth and wiping the rest of your juices into the back of his hand. You panned your eyes down over his slightly sweaty chest, down to his pants and had to hungrily lick your lips as you saw how tightly they were restraining him. You coquettishly raised your right foot and teasingly rubbed him over his pants, liking as he pushed his hips into the touch.

Richard then didn’t waste any time; his hands shot down to his belt, undoing it in a few swift moves. You watched him as he threw the belt away and popped his button open, quickly tugging the zipper down. He gave you one last glance as he hooked his thumbs in his pants and tugged them down. He got rid of his boxers as well, now proudly kneeling in front of you naked, teasingly stroking your thighs.

You couldn’t help but let out a moan when you saw his cock spring out, it was as gorgeous and big as the rest of his body. Decorated with veins, the tip proudly peaking out of the foreskin and already leaking. He lazily moved his right hand over it, slowly jerking himself off as he moved down, aligning his body with yours and rubbing the cock over your sensitive pussy.

“Fucking hell,” you cried out, grabbing Richard by his hips and moving him closer to you. He gladly moved closer, closing his mouth over yours and licking it as thoroughly as he did with your clit. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue and you loved it. He kept rubbing himself over your pussy as he kissed you, driving you quickly insane.

“C’mon,” you pushed your hips into his.

“Mhm?” he nibbled your neck, teasingly licking you under your ear, “what do you want?”

“For fuck’s sake, stop teasing.”

“Then tell me what you want, (Y/N).”

You growled, your body ached and you were sure that he had to hold himself as well, though he still wanted to torment the both of you.

“You know what I want,” you sighed into his ear and bit it, feeling as he shuddered at the contact.

“Nope, I don’t. Tell me, girl.”

He still didn’t do anything but kiss you and you couldn’t hold yourself any longer, so you swallowed you pride and with closed eyes begged, “I want you to fuck me, Richard,” you paused as you heard him inhale, “please.”

Richard moved back to your face, he was smirking and dove down for one last hungry kiss before he lifted himself back and turned around. You raised your eyebrows in question of what was he doing, yet your confusion was quickly erased as he took a small packet out of his pants and pushed them of the bed, repositioning himself back between your legs. He winked at you as he tore it open and quickly put on the condom, throwing the rest away to join the mess of clothes on the ground.

“Well, if you beg so nicely,” he purred, moved above you and grabbed his cock. For a few moments he just sat between your legs and stroked his cockhead over your entrance, head thrown backwards, his eyes closed and his mouth opened. He pushed the tip of his cock into you and then slowly laid on top of you; the lower he was the more of his cock he pushed inside of you.

You both sighed in pleasure as he buried himself deep inside. You didn’t waste a second and hugged him with your legs, digging your heels into his ass. Richard started to move his hips, slowly fucking you into the mattress as his hands kept exploring your body, in the end one anchoring at your breast and squeezing it while the other he snaked behind your head and moved you closer to reconnect your lips.

Your hands found their way back onto his shoulders, your nails digging into Richard’s skin with every thrust of his hips. Then you pushed one hand into his hair while the other travelled down his back and back up again, creating roads of red on his back.

Richard gradually sped the tempo up, the slapping of your skins joining your already loud moans. You could still hear the bass of the radio coming all the way from the living room, though that sound was completely drowned out when Richard raised your hips, repositioned himself and started fucking you even deeper, hitting you just right to turn your moans into wails of pleasure. He hushed you down as he stuck his tongue down your mouth, swallowing every single one of your sounds, repaying with grunts of his own.

He slipped out of you once or twice, rubbing himself over you as he clumsily tried to push himself back inside. Richard then changed his tempo, exchanging quick thrusts with slow but powerful ones, turning you into a complete jelly. Each hit of his cock took the breath out of you and left you gasping. Your bodies were stuck to each other and you gladly watched as Richard raised himself; you had a chance to see his beautiful chest heaving and covered in sweat and further down you could see as he was slowly fucking you, his cock repeatedly disappearing inside of you.

Richard moved his head a bit lower and licked a trail on your chest to your boobs, which he shamelessly nuzzled and then to your neck, sucking on the skin. While you were busy enjoying the sensation of his tongue, you didn’t feel as he moved his right hand from your breast and down your body, stopping with it on your pubic bone. His thumb covered your clit and started moving in repetitive circles across it. As soon ass you felt it, your legs clasped down onto the man and a dirty moan escaped your mouth. You heard Richard laugh at your reaction, though he didn’t laugh for long; he once again sped his tempo, the irregular movements of his hips telling you that he was getting closer as well.

You watched his face as he focused on the fucking, his eyes were closed, sweat was rolling down his temples and his mouth was open in a small ‘o’, filthy moans escaping it witch each breath he exhaled.  His rubbing became more vigorous and soon you closed your eyes as well, buried your face in the crook of his neck and focused in ramming your hips against his hand and cock. A few rubs later and you were coming again, moaning straight into his ear. You raked your fingers across his back as your pussy squeezed him tightly, your whole body bathing in the spasms of your incredibly strong orgasm.

Through your pleasure you barely felt as Richard grabbed you roughly by your hips and started to fuck you into the mattress, growling in pleasure as you continued to squeeze his cock. A dozen or so messy thrusts later he stilled and bit into your shoulder as he came. His hips bucked for a couple of times and then he slacked down onto you, taking deep breaths.

You released your tight hold of your legs around him and let your legs spread. You gently ran your fingers over Richard’s abused back and into his hair as you started to stroke him, both of you trying to catch your breath. After a few minutes he raised himself onto his elbows, cradling your head in his palms. His smile was surprisingly a gentle one and so was the kiss he gave you. Gentle yet deep and proper. You felt as he slowly slipped out of you, a disappointing sigh escaping your lips.

Richard chuckled at your reaction and kissed you once more, before he rose to his knees and away from you. You barely had any energy and just decided to lay on the bed and watch him, as he got rid of the condom and then as he stumbled back into the bed. You questioningly raised his eyebrow at him as he tried to tug the blanket from under you.

“What, you think I’m gonna move onto the couch? I deserve this,” there was no malice in his voice, he was still smiling, even as he took out the blanket and got under it, covering you as well.

“Yeah, I guess you do,” you exhaled, a small smirk appearing on your face as you turned around, scooping closer to him.

“Ha, ha,” Richard let you get closer to him and settled you on his chest. You could feel how he leaned a bit over you to the night stand and so you looked up, seeing as he put a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it up in one smooth move. Richard inhaled the smoke, closing eyes in satisfaction; you expected him to blow the smoke at you again, but were pleasantly surprised when he pursed his lips and blew it away. You watched him for a while and then extended your arm, stealing the cigarette from his lips, taking a long lazy drag yourself. Richard smirked at your action and silently watched as you released the smoke on his chest, before taking one more drag and returning it to him.

You nestled your head back into the crook of his shoulder, throwing your arm around his chest and closing your eyes. Soon enough the beats of Richard’s heart made you peacefully fall asleep.