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Melissa was scrolling through Instagram at lunch, trying to drown out Jacob’s newest rant, when a notification came across her screen. @captainrobinson “Just me and my girl enjoying an after-work treat.” Melissa stifled a groan, looking at the picture. She hated pictures of herself and even looking at it made her realize that she was faking it. Faking their relationship, faking her smile, faking that this is what she wanted. Going steady with him had been her choice, sure, but it had come out of jealousy from hearing that Gary of all people was getting married. She hadn’t wanted to marry him and still didn’t regret her choice but when was it gonna be her turn. To be loved by someone who truly meant it. Who saw all of her broken pieces and wanted to put them back together instead of stomp all over them. She had the chance once and she had thrown it away for fear of something real so they settled for something less. Robinson was trying; she had to give him that much but he was bad at it. Bad at making her laugh. Bad at having sex. Bad at damn near everything but she was tired of trying to put herself out there just to fail. So she posted the picture to her story with a small heart in the corner. That was about all the acknowledgement she could muster.
She was about to put her phone down when a message popped up. @writinggoddess. She immediately clicked on the message, her heart beating wildly. You had been her one-night stand turned… week-long situationship over spring break. She still remembered the way that you smiled up at her, your naked body tangled in her sheets. The way that you held her at night, fingers running through her hair till she would fall asleep. The small kisses that you would give her every time you passed by her and how you found any excuse to be by her. The way you moved around her kitchen like you owned it and for once she didn’t even care. The way that you made her laugh with stupid questions or quirky bits that you did so casually. It had been a dream come true until the real world crashed back in. School was starting and she was Melissa Schemmenti… an independent badass… who didn’t need anyone. So she pushed you away. Went radio silent, not responding to a single message till eventually you stopped sending them all altogether. That had been over six months ago.
Her eyes scanned your message, a blush coming to her cheeks. When we were together, you actually smiled. Not whatever this fake bullshit is .
Seconds later, a picture of Melissa wrapped up in her sheets, arms draped across your waist, came across her screen. She was laughing, looking at you with a sparkle in her eyes and her smile was radiant. No makeup, hair still a mess from sex, she was practically oozing happiness. It was accompanied with another message: This is the real Melissa Schemmenti smile. The thoroughly fucked ones are my favorite.
M: God those photos…I haven’t thought about them in forever.
Y/N: What a shame. I think about them daily.
A blush crossed Melissa's face as she started to remember the photo shoot that had held a slew of photos that she had begged you to take. You always knew how to catch her in just the right light, and she had wanted to know what it would be like to capture the more intimate moments that you shared. She was almost lost completely in a daydream when another photo came through her phone. Her breath hitched, and she hurried to shove her phone underneath the table.
You were on the floor, back against the bed camera in your hand facing a large mirror that was propped against the wall. You were looking up at Melissa, a smug smile on your face. The outlines of your breast were barely seen, blocked by the shadow of the redhead. Melissa was facing you, her legs splayed on either side of you. Her head was thrown back, red curls falling down across her naked back. Both of her hands were holding on tightly to your shoulders, and your free hand was wrapped around her hip, encouraging her to keep moving. Melissa’s face was beet red when she remembered exactly what she had been doing in this picture-riding you with reckless abandon, chasing orgasm after orgasm for as long as you would let her.
Her phone vibrated again and she gulped.
Y/N: This one happens to be my favorite from that night. How many times did you get off riding me again Angel? Two… three times?
Melissa was going to respond when Barb cleared her throat. Melissa jumped her phone falling from her hands to the floor, “Shit Barb, you scared me.”
She chuckled lightly, “Lunch ended five minutes ago.”
Melissa looked around at the empty room swearing softly. She went to reach for her phone the same time Barbara did and panic overtook her, “Wait! Don't… fuck.”
Barbara held the phone in her hands, a blush coming over her face, “Umm. MellBell is this that girl from spring break?”
Melissa was too embarrassed to speak and only nodded. Barbara scrolled and clicked on the first photo that was sent. She turned her nail tapping to zoom in on Melissa, “That is my best friend…I miss her.”
With that she just placed her phone down gently on the table. Not saying another word she left out the doors leaving Melissa alone to put together what it all meant. Barb had always been good at seeing through Melissa’s mask and today was no different. Melissa looked down at the picture again at the smile that she sorely missed. She typed out a message to you.
Mel: It was four times…
Y/N: Feeding my ego I see.
Mel: What if I feed you something else
Y/N: I am intrigued. Continue.
Mel: It is for me to know and you to figure out. Meet me at my place tonight at 7pm.
Y/N: Ballsy, god that is the Melissa I missed. See you tonight Angel.
Melissa gulped at use of her old nickname. She shook her head trying to focus on class for the rest of the day. Luckily, her little eagles were more talkative than usual and pulled her right out of her head into the project that she had been teaching. She sent them all off with a smile, ignoring her phone for the rest of the day. She rushed out the door not even stopping to say goodbye to Barb. Her nerves were already shot by the time that she got home. Running around the house she picked up the blankets that had been strewn all over the living room. Washing plates that had begun to pile up in the kitchen. Changed her sheets from her worn blue cotton into a black silk set that she had just bought. You had seen her house in worse condition but this was different. This time everything seemed to be charged with a chaotic energy.
She stopped to stare at herself in the mirror and groaned. Glitter and scraps of paper were covering the front of her shirt and slacks from the final art project of the day. Her curls hung limp around her shoulders makeup smeared slightly. Melissa was a wreck and you were coming in an hour. Jumping in the shower she rinsed off giving up on trying to keep her hair dry. When she got out she scanned her closet for something to wear. She stopped when her hands caught onto a black bag. Ripping it open she dug into pulling out a green lingrie set. She had order it during spring break hoping that it would arrive in time. It had shown up two days after she had pushed you out the door and told you not to come back. Melissa couldn’t bring herself to wear it before now. But as she pulled on the underwear she couldn’t help but think of how you would react to it.
Thin green straps that went high along her waist capturing the outline of her hourglass figure. The top was a little harder to navigate and Melissa almost gave up before it finally slid into place. Matching green straps that strained to hold her large breasts. She did her best to position them within the small cups of the lace, with little success, relying on more green straps to hold them in place. The green cups fell away to a sheer fabric that hugged her hips and stopped mid-thigh. She stepped back to look at herself fully in the mirror running her hand along her curves and fluffing her hair up as it started to dry. There was no time for her signature curls the small waves would have to do.
“You can do this, Melissa Schemmenti.”
She pulled a large sleep shirt over the outfit and tried to find any way to calm her breath. You always had a way of driving Melissa to do things that she never would have done any other time. Melissa was sitting on the couch anxiously look at her phone when there was a knock on the door. The clock had just switched to 7pm. Melissa ripped open the door and her breath caught at the sight of you. You were standing there fingers shoved into the pockets of your black jeans and there was a cocky smile across your face. You hadn’t change a bit and Melissa couldn’t help herself as she pulled you into the house. She slammed the door and shoved you against it.
You let out a huff of air, “Damn Angel, I know you haven’t seen me in months but you know you aren’t in charge.”
You grabbed her wrists, flipping her over till her back was pressed against the wood of the door. You slammed her hands above her, causing her shirt to lift up just enough to reveal the bottom of the green lingerie. She gulped, a red blush coming across her cheeks. Your eyes caught onto the fabric, a sly grin coming across your face.
“Did you put something special on for me, principessa?” I asked huskily, but Melissa only nodded, a shiver running down her spine at your easy use of Italian , “You know the rules principessa? I need words.”
“Yes, I wore something,” Melissa stuttered blushing a deep red, “I wore something just for you.”
“Awe, a gift for me to unwrap,”You smiled but then bit my lip to control myself, “Too bad I don’t want to unwrap you yet.”
Melissa whimpered, “Please…”
“You are going to have to do way better than that, my sweet girl,” You chided, stepping back out of her reach, “Show me who you belong to.”
“You,” Melissa said instantly stepping towards you, “I belong to you.”
“Your Instagram posts say otherwise. On the arm of a man who doesn’t deserve you,” You tsked taking another step back, “Shirt off. On knees. Now.”
“But my..” Melissa paused.
“Knees are bad,” You acknowledge no cruelty in your voice, only soft understanding , “You won’t stay there long if you can listen and behave principessa. Now. On. Your. Knees.”
Melissa threw the shirt across the room and sunk to her knees leaning back on her heels. She spread her hands across her thighs, gaze fixed on the ground. You stepped towards her, pulling her chin up gently. She glanced at you through hooded lashes.
“You look absolutely divine my sweet principessa. I can’t believe you did this all for me. No one else right? Only me.”
Melissa nodded furiously, “Only for you. Only for you.”
“Now that is what I want to hear,” You smiled, leaning down close to Melissa, “Come on principessa let me take care of you better than that man ever could.”
Melissa thought you were going to pick her up instead, you merely grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall. Once inside her bedroom, you picked her up, tossing her onto the bed. She squealed, bouncing for a moment, the lingerie barely containing her breasts. You stopped in front of the bed, hands finally trailing across her skin. The redhead arched into your touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.You leaned into her space until your mouth was in the shell of her ear.
“Principessa, what am I going to do with you?” You mused, snapping the strap of the lingerie that lay against her chest, “Dressing up in this color… the way it brings out the color in your eyes. The way it accents your hair. I just… fuck principessa. What have you done to me?”
“I ordered this just for you. All for you,” Melissa murmured and a fog came over her eyes as she began to sink into a place only you could take her.
Your exterior softened slightly as you leaned in to press a kiss to her lips, “You are too sweet. My perfect little Angel.”
Melissa looked down at the words because she was anything but perfect, but from day one, you had always called her that. Now to hear that even after months apart, you still felt that way about her… she couldn’t tell if it made her heart soar or break into pieces. You immediately pulled her chin up to look at you.
“Hey none of that my sweet Angel,” You soothed, “You are absolutely perfect… to me.”
Melissa went to say something, but you laid a finger on her lips to silence the words, “I told you I wanted to take care of you. Let me. Just for tonight.”
Melissa bit her lip, keeping back the million things she wanted to say and instead let that fuzzy place control her and erase her inhibitions, “Please…I need you.”
“How do you need me Principessa? In between those beautiful legs of yours? Or pushing you up against the wall with my fingers buried deep inside of you?” You muse pacing back and forth then stopping suddenly, “Or should I show you exactly what you are missing out on, screwing that pathetic man?”
The older woman whimpered at this her legs involuntarily squeezing together at the thought. God it had been so long since she had been able to get off that way, and the traces of the picture of riding you still burned in the back of her brain. You chuckled darkly at her reaction and walked over to the closet, flicking on the light. You moved like you owned the place, and at one point, you were more comfortable in Melissa’s house than your own. You reached the top of the closet, pulling down a velvet red box. Opening the lid, you rummaged through the contents until you found what you were searching for.
Walking back to the bed, you dropped a black and red strapon next to Melissa, “Couldn’t get rid of it could you?”
“No,” Melissa croaked.
“And who wears it?”
“You. Only you,” She said her voice shaking, “Please… I need…I need you.”
You smiled at her stuttering, her mind already filled with fantasies. Her green eyes were clouded and power was vibrating your skin, “If you need me, you are going to have to put it on.”
Melissa was all too eager to turn back towards you. You kicked off your Timberlands as her fingers hooked into your waistband. Her fingers were shaking as she loosened the button and pulled down the zipper. You couldn’t help but moan as her hands pulled, stopping to squeeze your ass for a moment before pushing your pants all the way down. You stepped out of them kicking them behind you.
“No underwear,” Melissa whispered and you laughed.
“You really think that much has changed in six months, princessa? I am still the same woman I was then,” You said and there was an underlining tone to your words that stalled Melissa for a moment, “You better hurry Angel. I am getting impatient.”
Melissa quickly secured the strap on before pulling at the hem of your shirt. She was a woman possessed, now her hands ghosting over your stomach and hips. Throwing your bra to the side, she squeezed and pulled at your nipples, causing your head to fall back. A large moan escaped your lips before you gently pushed her by the shoulder so she fell back against the sheets.
“You always seem to forget who is in charge here,” You tsked before leaning down to cage her underneath you, “It is me. Not you.”
You surged forward, smashing your lips against hers in a searing kiss. Melissa went to grab you, but you shoved her hands above her head, forcing them into the mattress. She knew the silent command letting her know that if she moved, she was done. You kissed down her jawline with little nips and sucks all down her neck until you settled along her collarbones. Moving the straps of the lingerie gently to the side, you bit down hard.
Melissa gasped, arching up into her hands, curling into fists to remain in place. She forgot how much you liked to bite, marking her as your own. You always left hickies where her clothes would hide them, but they were a given any time you both fell into bed together. Once you were satisfied with your work, you continued down her chest. You paused for a moment to admire her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“Fuck principessa, you are fucking gorgeous,” You hummed, forcing the lace cups down so that she was on full display, “You might be the fucking death of me.”
“Baby.. please,” Melissa begged and you melted against her. Something about her calling you any pet name always melted you but baby had always been your favorite, “I need you.”
Your self-control almost broke, but you knew that if this was going to be the only night you had with Melissa, you had to make it count, “Almost principessa. Almost.”
Before she could respond, you took one of her nipples in your mouth with your hand squeezing the other one. Melissa screamed back, arching off the bed, all control lost as her hands found their way into your hair. You didn’t care anymore, too caught up in the task at hand. You left hickies on the underside of her breasts, making sure they both got equal attention before you finally backed away. Melissa was panting now her whole body covered in goosebumps. You pushed up the see-through fabric, exposing her underwear. You took one side, snapping it before ripping away the other side and throwing the unusable fabric across the room.
“You won’t be needing those again. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me,” You said, and Melissa giggled. Her laughter, soft and sweet, stopped you cold. Fuck how you had missed that laugh. You couldn’t help but smile down at her, “Are you ready, principessa?”
“Yes, please…I need you inside of me,” She whispered, and you moaned.
Grabbing the lube from the drawer in the bedside table, you applied a liberal amount before tossing the bottle. You gently slid inside Melissa enough to make her gasp but then stopped a grin across your lips, “Who do you belong to?”
“You baby,” was her automatic response, “It has always been you.”
You chose that moment to snap your hips forward and settle all the way inside of her. Melissa clawed at your back as you settled into a hard and fast rhythm. Her legs wrapped around you, pulling you closer into her body as if she could force you to become one. Her moans came quicker and louder with each thrust, and damnit, you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Does he fuck you like this?” You asked, jealousy you had kept buried burning underneath your skin.
“Fuck. No. Only. You. Can. Do. This,” Melissa panted a word coming out rushed with each thrust.
“Damn right,” You growled before biting down right on her pulse point.
“I’m yours. Yours. Yours,” Melissa cried out holding onto you like a lifeline as a coil began to build inside of her, “Fuck baby.. I’m gonna…”
“Give me want I want principessa,” You said never slowing down, “Give me what is mine.”
“Wait. Wait. Come with me… please baby please,” Melissa begged nuzzling into your neck.
“Fuck Angel, hold on,” You groaned your own release rushing to the surface at her words, “Fuck. Shit. Come with me, angel.”
Melissa screamed your name as her orgasm hit her hard and fast. You followed seconds later, collapsing ontop of her. She clung to you as both of you worked to regain your breath. When her arms began to release you back up just enough to look at her. Red strands of hair were drenched in sweat clinging to her forehead. You pushed them back gently until you could see the sparkle in her green eyes.
“Are you okay angel?” You asked gently.
“Yes,” She smiled, leaning up to kiss you gently, “I am okay baby. Better than I have been in months.”
The moment was cut short as a loud continuous knock that sounded throughout the whole house. Melissa glanced over at her alarm clock, “Oh shit! I was supposed to have dinner with him three hours ago.”
You backed up letting her scramble from the bed and grab the robe hanging off the bathroom door. She curled it around her and paused at the bedroom door, “Wait here okay. Just.. fuck. Hold on.”
Melissa ran off leaving the door open and the tension in the room thickened. You quickly tossed the strap on across the room and went to get dressed. She had a date with him-her boyfriend- and all that cocky energy that had filled you earlier dissipated. Only to be replaced by guilt and anger. Of course a woman like Melissa Schemmenti didn't want you. No one in your life had ever chosen you. That wasn't going to change now.
You could hear the voices drifting up the hall getting louder by the second. You were already dressed ,shoes in hand ,when you heard it. He was yelling at her. You ran down the hallway to see Melissa standing in the doorway standing her ground. Her back was rigid and he was inches from her face yelling. But Melissa never backed down only disassociated till she was cool and calm in the face of danger. It only pissed you off more that she felt like she always had to protect herself. That she had to be strong when all she wanted was to fall apart. You grabbed her hips lifting her to safety behind you.
“She cheated on me with you! A woman!” Captain Robinson snarled his face a beet red.
“Yeah and I fuck better with a silicone dick than you ever did with a real one.”
He swung at you but you ducked to miss him just in time. While he tried to steady himself you pulled back and punched him square in the nose. He stumbled down the steps into the yard.
“I'm gonna call the cops on you!” He screamed.
“Go ahead asshole I'm the fucking Captain,” You shouted back, “and I would love to lock up a prick like you.”
He went still then as you stalked over to him finger pressed against his chest, “If you so much as ever fucking look at her again I will rip your balls off myself. Do I make myself clear?”
Robinson nodded and fled to his car peeling off down the street. You turned back to the house running back to Melissa. You grabbed her in your arms shutting the door, “Angel are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
She wrapped her arms around you, “No I'm okay baby. He just yelled…but thank you.”
“I know you don't need anyone to save you with the badass you are,” You sighed pressing a kiss to her forehead, “But you shouldn't have to do all battles alone.”
Melissa went to say something but paused taking in your full appearance, “Wait.. you were leaving? You can't leave. No.”
You groaned stepping back awkwardly, “Melissa.”
“No absolutely not don't first name me.”
“Mel, you sent me away. Six months ago I had the best week of my life. Cuddling with you, watching movies with you, cooking with you, coming home from work to your smiling face…but you iced me out. Stopped responding to any of my messages. You made it very clear I was not wanted,” You said biting your tongue till you felt blood, “I can't fucking do that again. It will break me to lose you a second time.”
“I was terrified at how fast I was falling for you. How easily you fit into my life like you were made for it. It scared me that I started to look forward to you walking in that front door. I knew that if I opened myself up…allowed myself to feel that way about someone again, and you left me. I wouldn't be able to get up again,” She said walking forward till she was clutching your shirt, “But not having you at all? That killed me more. I missed you ever second of every fucking day.”
“I missed you too,” You whispered.
“Please don't leave. Give me a second chance. Stay and let me make you fall for me all over again. I will choose you every single second of every single day for as long as you will have me. I already have been choosing you these last six months I was just too scared to admit it. I'll get on my knees and beg if I need to,” Melissa pleaded.
“You don’t have to Angel… I never stopped falling in love with you.”
“I didn't either,” Melissa admitted cupping your cheek, “Stay and let's build a chaotic messy beautiful life together.”
“Fuck Angel you are going to be the death of me,” You said leaning in to kiss her.
The kiss wasn't rushed or forceful just soft and full of everything you couldn't say but felt. When you finally pulled back Melissa was smiling up at you like you had handed her the world. She grabbed your hand and led you back to the bedroom. Once the door clicked shut she turned to you hands pulling at your shirt. Nothing was rushed this time it was just Melissa slow and steady relearning the shape of your curves. Fingers tracing scars from a past she was determined to learn.
“Let me take care of you now baby” She said laying you back against the bed.
She flicked her hand motioning for you to back up till your head rested against her pillows. Once you settled the cool fabric of the sheets only causing more goosebumps to appear across your skin. She crawled across the bed separating your legs till she could stake claim between them. She placed kisses along your inner thighs leaving large hickies to make up for the ones that riddled her own chest. Finally when her warm breath brushed against your clit you bucked involuntary.
“Fuck, I missed this,” Melissa smiled fingers tracing small patterns down the outside of your thighs.
“Angel,” You groaned.
She chuckled, “I won’t make you wait baby. I was just admiring my view.”
She sent a broad lick against you and your hands immediately clutched at the sheets. You looked down for a moment and locked eyes with the red head. She dripped pure sin and she grinned into you before sucking on your clit. You moaned arching up but she wrapped one hand around you grounding you against the mattress. The other one found its way between your legs and suddenly every nerve ending felt it was on fire. Her tongue circling your clit her fingers curling inside you the tension in your body snapped hard and fast.
When she pulled away a smile was painted on her face. You could only pant as she kissed her way up your body refusing to miss a single inch. When her lips were inches from yours all self control was lost as you surged forward. You snaked your hand between her legs to circle her clit. Melissa's head fell back the sudden movements catching her off guard.
“You are mine,” You said a mixture of a desperate plea and a statement.
Melissa placed her hand against her cheek, her green eyes burning into yours, “I'm yours. Only yours. Forever.”
And part of you wondered if you could come based on her words alone. But it was Melissa who came seconds later her eyes never leaving yours. She fell against your chest after her body involuntarily shivering. You clutched for the covers pulling them up around you. Melissa traced patterns along your skin connecting scars to freckles.
“Will you tell me what these are from one day?” She asked stopping at a grouping of small scars along your hips.
“One day,” You promised, “But for now you should get some rest Angel.”
“Do you work tomorrow?” Mel asked nuzzling against your neck.
“Yes unfortunately but not till 1pm.”
You pulled Melissa tighter to you as she wrapped her arm across your waist, “I'll make you a big breakfast and pack you a lunch. After work…”
She trailed off a hint of hesitation in her voice. You leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, “I'll come home to you.”
Melissa smiled sleepily the day finally catching up to her. She clung to you like you might disappear while she slept. You only held her closer and whispered, “I'll always come home to you Angel. Now get some sleep, I'll be right here.”