•flawed with benefits•

Violet, the girl who lived in the flat next door to his. Violet, the girl who had lips with the ability to charm the devil. Violet, the friend with benefits Cal had never imagined having when he'd moved in next door.

Lonely nights quenched by a simple text to one another offering the warmth of their arms. No love, just needs being fulfilled.

It all began one year into their friendship after a drunken night out followed by a drunken night in of spin the bottle going too far. Cal would never forget the way her eyes glinted with mischief as the bottle landed on her. She turned to the other Cal, who she called Callum, and said, "Hit me."

Callum had looked at her then to Cal twice before the smirk crossed his lips. He stared her dead in the eyes. "Kiss Cal," He dared her, knowing that Violet was never going to let him get the better of her. Besides the fact, Violet was never one to turn down a challenge, especially when it came to Callum. They bickered like brother and sister, always wanting to get one up on the other. Therefore, there was no way she wasn't going to kiss Cal on that night with her liquor flavoured lips.

She'd gripped his chin, pulled him to face her and pushed her berry red lips onto his. They were rough, he remembered it clearly. He'd kissed her back without hesitation. He felt her tongue slip across his bottom lip. The breath he had let out caused Violet to laugh against his lips as she pulled back, her ever flirtatious eyes never leaving his as she wiped the smudges of lipstick from around his lips.

"I'm sorry for getting lipstick all over you," She had said. "But berry red really is your colour." Her thumb had run over his mouth as if it were nothing to her and then the game continued, but as the game continued and the hours ticked by it began to get tiresome. Eventually, the group dispersed. Harry leaving for bed first, then Callum. That just left Cal and Violet.

Fun-loving Violet, in her state of boredom and drunken desire, had leant over to Cal and whispered in his ear. "Kiss me again between the sheets and love me for a night, Cal." And her voice had been so sweet to his ear, like music from a choir.

He remembered nodding and then standing up, pulling Violet to her feet by her outstretched arms. The way she looked at him when he closed the bedroom door behind himself was like no one had ever dared. It was pure lust. An undeniable want to feel loved for one night at the very least.

Cal walked over to her, pressing his lips against hers in an attempt to quench the fire in her eyes. Her hands gripped his shirt, lips moving against his as if she were desperate not to drown within herself. Noses hit against each other in the desperation as they fell onto the bed. Never parting until the clothes were removed, ripped from skin and discarded in their irrelevancy.

He would never forget the way she moaned as he kissed down her body, leaving memorials of the passion against her ghostly skin. All the while, her hands were wrapped in his hair and her head tilted back as if there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be.

The ragged breathing, the feelings of the highs and the breathless laugh as she rested her head against his shoulder, kissing it softly. He rolled off her, pulling the sheets over their naked bodies. She looked at him through the darkness as she trailed her fingertips over the love bites she had left on his neck. Marks of their deed.

Cal looped his arm over her waist and pulled her into himself. He kissed her forehead and told her "Goodnight, Violet."

She'd smiled against his bare chest. "Goodnight, Cal," She whispered back, her lips grazing against him as she spoke.

The morning came fast, his eyes flickering open and his head spinning as the light hit his eyes. With a groan, he rolled over only to come eye to eye with a berry red lipstick stain on the pillow beside him. With remembrance of the warmth of her body against his, he sits up suddenly and runs his hands over his face.

Violet was gone. The only evidence of her even being there was the hickeys down his neck and the lipstick on the pillow.