His lips attacked her skin hungrily as they fell on the plush mattress. The drugs had taken effect only a few short minutes ago and already, they were on each other like a moth to a flame.

Loud moans fell from her mouth as his hands squeezed at her exposed breasts and he sucked on her neck, marking her as his just because he could.

Her chest rose and fell heavily, from both his actions and the drugs taking their toll, as her hands grasped at his back, pulling him closer to her exposed body.

The sudden cool air blown on her neck sent shivers over her skin as his lips returned to hers, kissing her with a need like never before.

They were just friends with benefits, if you could even call it that. All that each cared about, were the drugs and the mind blowing sex brought on by the drugs.

God was it great.

His hand slipped to her lower area, toying with her excitement and increasing her arousal as well as his. She moaned into his mouth and his teeth pulled at her bottom lip, prompting her to give him more access.

He smirked as she readily obliged, releasing his hold and slipping two fingers inside her.

"Harry..."

Her hips ground against his hand as the volume of her moans increased with his torturous actions. His other hand moved to hold her hips down as his fingers continued their pleasure filled assault.

Her legs began to shake, her toes curling and her hands fisting the sheets as his fingers sent her over the edge and into a blissful oblivion.

The hand on her hip once more rested on her breast as he brought the other up to his lips, being sure to swirl his tongue around as he cleaned his fingers, savouring the way she tasted as per the usual.

"Mmhmm, I think you're ready now." He spoke before lowering his hand to his length, being sure to only teasingly enter his head and absolutely nothing more, smirking at her reaction.

She thrust her hips up in a desperate attempt to take him further but he pulled back, chuckling lightly at his own actions.

Seconds passed before he did it again, this time gliding up and down her warmth causing her to whimper and nearly beg him to just get on with it already.

Her head was spinning, an effect of both the drugs and the effect he held over her, and each time she opened her eyes there were two blurry images of him.

He gave her no warning as he fully inserted himself, moaning loudly at how she felt around him and how her body fit his almost as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

She cried out in both pain and pleasure and her nails dug into the toned, tanned skin of his back as his hips rocked against hers gently compared to the normal routine.

Her back arched with the sensation and her eyes rolled back into her skull at how great he felt and how wonderful his body made her feel.

His name fell from her lips almost frantically as her intake of air drastically changed with each of his thrusts.

This time it wasn't like it usually was, he was being gentler and almost passionate with her.

His hips rocked against hers slowly and she brought hers up to meet his as deep, and insanely sexy moans passed his plump lips.

She would never tire of seeing his curls, damp with sweat, bounce lightly with each thrust of his hips, or the sweat that gleamed against his golden, ink covered skin, and Lord, how could she ever forget his mouth!

The way his lips parted, and the way his eyes closed as he put his efforts into the act, or even the way he touched her, as if she were a precious gem that was easily broken.

She began to feel that familiar tingling in her lower extremities and her legs were soon shaking like leaves in the wind.

"Harry..."

"Fuck...Scarlett..."

Her eyes were shut tight as the welcomed feeling grew, her teeth nearly drawing blood from her lip in a futile attempt to be quiet.

Harry was nearly the same only, his hands gripped the headboard harshly and he didn't bother to be quiet at all, wanting the neighbors to know just how good he made her feel.

Her legs tightened around him,  her nails leaving fresh marks on his back as she screamed out his name in pure ecstasy.

His hands remained on the headboard as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, intensifying her pleasure while reaching his own high.

Strength spent, he collapsed on top of her sweaty body, careful not to put all of his weight on her but not carefully enough to give them much space. They were both gasping for air and being affected differently from the drug.

Where she saw double and blurring images, he saw bright colors and bursting patterns.

Scarlett was the first to speak, a smile playing at her now swollen lips, "I like that one. Who did you get it from?"

Harry's head swam and he blinked hard in an attempt to quell it, "Marcus. Said it was good shit, he wasn't lying."

An exhausted laugh passed her lips as she nodded her head briefly, "Yeah, he definitely wasn't lying."

Scarlett left the bed, nearly tripping over her own feet as she did so and giggling at herself. Harry only stared at her ass as she walked over to the stereo in the corner and bent over to find a CD.

For some reason, she loved to listen to particular bands whenever they did a certain type of drug. Harry wasn't complaining, it enhanced the effect when she did it and she always danced naked.

Today she had chosen The 1975 and he smiled at the thought of what was to come, usually, some fun and interesting things happened when she play this band in particular.

Scarlett was beyond hot, she was God Damn sexy as hell and he reveled in the fact that he got to fuck her on almost a daily basis.

It made sense to everyone else of course, the fact that the two were exclusively sleeping together, he had far surpassed what was considered attractive and so did she, so it only made sense. He simply didn't understand because he'd been hurt too many times before and she only gave him the time of day when drugs or sex were involved.

What was even better, was that they were both in it for the same thing, pleasure. Pleasure and absolutely nothing more. No strings attached.

She was by far, the best sex partner he'd ever had though and she could certainly say the same for him, and not just because he had a huge dick.

The music had the walls vibrating as she danced, hands over her head and hips swaying in time with the beat.

His eyes darted to her breasts and his member twitched when her hands slid up and down her body, specifically caressing the area he was staring at; she knew he was watching her and did so purposely.

Marcus was definitely right; these drugs significantly increased both the sex and the hormone levels and they were fucking great.

She had never touched herself in such a manner before and he found it increasingly difficult just to watch her.

"Shit Scarlett...if you didn't want to be able to walk tomorrow why didn't you just say so?"

She closed her eyes and continued her actions, enjoying the feel of her supple breasts and just how crazy she was making him. Now she knew why Harry liked them so much, they were lovely.

Her expression hadn't wavered, "Because I want to walk tomorrow. Just like I want to smoke and suck your dick tomorrow."

She had said it without a hint of emotion as her hands squeezed at her breasts and Harry struggled to refrain from touching himself with the hopes that she would do it for him.

It wasn't much longer before he nearly burst with anticipation.

His head swam too much when he tried to get up but he couldn't take it anymore. He lowered his hand and grasped his rock hard member, stroking lightly as he watched her, low moans escaping his lips.

She continued her actions, eyes closed with a smile forming on her lips when she heard what he was doing because of her.

"I like it when you touch yourself to me."

His only response was a moan as he increased the pressure and ran his thumb over his slit.

"Hmmm, sounds like fun." She continued to dance while he touched himself.

Still, Harry said nothing.

"Do you do that at home on the days that you are away? They say that you do. It's okay if you do, I like to think of you when I touch myself too."

His teeth clenched together tightly as he refrained from moaning to answer, "Who's they?"

"The little faeries. Can't you see them?"

What the fuck was she talking about?

He bit down on his lip hard, "No."

Her tone lightened considerably, "Oh. How unlovely."

A loud moan passed his lips as he finished himself off and Scarlett opened her eyes only to give him a slightly perplexed expression.

"You should have waited; I would have finished for you."

He frowned at the mess on his stomach and hand, hazily trying to figure out what to do, the drugs consuming his every waking thought and action.

Scarlett answered his thoughts for him, taking hold of his hand and sucking on his fingers as if they were candy which, would have turned him on if it weren't for the fact that he was tired.

Once she had finished with his hand she moved to his stomach, "Wait a little longer next time."

He didn't answer and her actions caused goose bumps to rise on his skin considerably as she licked away the remaining residue.

When she was finished, she practically threw herself on the mattress beside him, humming to the music as she did so.

"Harry?"

His eyes focused on the ceiling, everything else was now too blurry to focus on, "Yes?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hand go up in an attempt to reach through the rays of sun seeping through the curtain and he quelled the urge to smile at the action.

"Have you ever been in love?"

He closed his eyes, memories of past loves flooding back to him like short films,  "Yes, I have. Why?"

Her hands dramatically fell to her side and she pouted, "What does it feel like?"

The question caught him off guard and he thought about his answer. There was really no way to describe it but he gave it a drugged up attempt for her sake.

"Brilliant. Until you catch her fucking her boss in your bed. Don't fall in love Scarlett; it doesn't end well like they say it does."