{{{I have no idea if anyone is reading this, if you are thanks. I'm just writing because I love to and it's a fun hobby. The point of this little interruption in the story is to tell whoever reading (if anyone is) that I update almost every 7-10 days. The only time I won't is if its Christmas and NYs because I have a life to live. Enjoy... also this chapter has some non-vanilla, non-Lucy & Cohen-style sexual themes}}}

I stood up from my chair and walked over to him. His legs were open as he sat and I stood between them. He leaned back slightly, using his hands to lean. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes making their way slowly down me, and then back up, looking into my eyes. 

I always wondered how he enjoyed doing that, looking into my eyes. I didn't have any colours to explore, or little flecks. My eyes were dark brown, almost black, they weren't interesting like Graham's eyes. 

"I thought I would start practice a little early," I said seductively, hoping he would catch my drift. 

I let my fingers lightly glide along his leg, from above his knee to further up his thigh.

"Are you sure?" He asked, a sort of worried look on his face. I nodded and his worry turned into sheer hunger.

He sat up now, closer to me, and he put his hands firmly on my hips, lifting me slightly as he moved back on the bed. He did it so effortlessly, and I ended up on top of him. 

I looked down at him, and I couldn't bare it any longer. 

"Please kiss me," I said and he leaned up slightly to crash his lips on mine. I had my hands on the bed on either side of him to hold myself up and I wanted to touch him. Everything with him felt so temporary, like we could change at any moment and he would hate me. I wanted to make the most of this. 

I was grateful when he switched us around, him on top of me. The size of him gave me some sort of comfort. Like I was protected. I loved him like this. 

I let my hands roam, from his soft hair, his neck, his broad shoulders and his torso. I unbuttoned his shirt, feeling my way over his abs and to his waist. Touching him ignited the feelings from his kiss. 

He let out a small moan as his kisses trailed along my jaw, down my neck. It was pure ecstacy. Like the climax of a song.

His hand moved slowly down my pants as he returned kissing my my lips, and I felt myself grow so wet. His rubbed me above my panties and I groaned out in pleasure. I hope he knew what he was doing down there, I hate pausing to tell them what to do.

"Fuck, do you want me doing that?" He said, breathlessly, as his hand was removed from my pants.

"If you stop I will kill you." He laughed, a hint of relief and joy. I undid my pants and started pulling them down and he took them off for me. I wanted to see him so I took his shirt off, admiring him. "Oh wow." He was smiling down at me. 

"Fuck, you sound so good saying that," he said and then he reached the hem of my top, lifting it over my head. I went to unclasp my bra, wanting to hurry this along to the good parts but he unclasped it before I could move. 

"That was impressively fast." I said but he didn't seem to hear as he was staring. And not at my eyes. 

"You're even more perfect than I could ever imagine." He kissed me again, and I knew I would never feel this happy ever again.

"Wait," I said and we parted, catching our breaths.

"What? Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course, very much so," I said adamantly, "but kiss me like you did before, the think with my bottom lip." 

"Whatever you say temptress." Oh my lord. He kissed me the way I said to, and I was on fire. 

His hand cupped my breast and I moaned, his fingertips on my skin felt like fucking diamonds. His hand trailed down the side of my torso and down my panties. He slowly rubbed, feeling how wet I was.

"You are so hot, I love how wet you are for me." I felt like saying well hop to it then, but I didn't have to as he entered two fingers and rubbed with his thumb at the same time. 

He definitely knew what he was doing. Thank god.

I never experienced feelings like this during sex before, I felt like I was in another dimension. Floating on a cloud. 

He kissed down to my breasts and I pulled on his hair as I came close. 

"Oh, god, I'm close." He returned to kissing me, but I leaned my head back, clutching his hair tighter. 

"Come for me sweetheart." I kissed him, and moaned out. 

I laid below him, breathing heavily, a slight twitch in my legs, caused by him. 

"You are amazing." He said and kissed me softly. He dropped next to me and I was baffled. 

I got up and straddled him, not caring that I was naked. 

"I need you more." I kissed him softly.

"You sure," he said in between kisses. 

"Positively."

I leaned over to my nightstand and grabbed a condom from the draw. 

I shimmied down slightly, and I undid his pants and slid them down along with his boxers, revealing him. I slowly and carefully put the condom on him as he was already aroused and he watched me so intently.

His hands gripped my waist as I positioned myself. I lowered on him slowly, taking him all in and then I began thrusting.  

"You alright like this?" I smiled and went faster, kissing him as I did so. He gripped me tighter, moving his hands further down behind me. 

It wasn't long before we both climaxed, it was the best one I have ever experienced in my life. I never knew sex could be this good. 

I was curled in my sheets while he went to dispose of the condom in my bathroom. 

I just laid there as the euphoric sensual feelings were slowly leaving my body. I sat up and put on his shirt, suddenly very aware I was naked. 

"Hey, did you need the bathroom?" He asked, just wearing his boxers. 

"Um, yes, how would you know that?" I asked and he just stood there, "ah, you know because lots of girls have... right." I stood up and walked past him to my bathroom, he went to say something but I cut him off by closing the door. 

I peed and washed my hands and face. I tied up my hair for practice, put some waterproof mascara on and smudged some pencil liner around my eyes. I walked out and he had put his clothes back on, seemingly looking for his shirt. He faced me and looked down, smiling. 

I took it off in front of him, and while he put it on I managed to find my underwear. 

"Well, I have practice," I said putting my bike shorts on. I had no idea when it got awkward, I hated it. I didn't want him to go but it felt like he wanted to. He awkwardly walked out of the door and I stood there, angry, and not knowing why.

I groaned when I saw his jacket. 

I ran out, he had seen his sister and they were talking. 

"You forgot your jacket," I handed it to him, and I saw Lucy looking at us both. She widened her eyes to her brother and he turned to me. 

"I'll see you after?" He asked. 

"I'll come to your dorm after practice, the sports wing is closer to you."

"Okay," was all he said as he made his way out.

"What on earth was that?"

"We had sex, may be a little weird for you but you asked. So we did it and then it just got really awkward after."

"Well obviously, whenever you people have sex the other person leaves immediately and you move on. Ugh, you guys give me a headache." She got herself and cup of water, and gulped it down. "When you see him after, you'll both be tired. Have a shower, and stay over. Cuddle for crying out loud."

"Okay, okay," I said, laughing, "I will. That sounds nice."

"It is nice, trust me. You'll like it."

"Okay, well I need to get ready." I kissed her on the cheek quickly and then went to my room again. 

I put on a long sleeve sports top as well as a jumper over it and then my ugg boots. I headed to practice, the girls saying hi as I walked into the change rooms. 

I had to put on my captain hat. But I was not feeling it. 

We started off with our warm-up, and girls were catching up and talking about their romantic christmas breaks. While I was jogging around the field, I couldn't stop thinking about Graham. Little twat. 

"Hamilton, quicken the pace, you're meant to be the role model!" My coach yelled, and I wanted to flip him off at his giant beer belly as he watched all us girls run. I realised i was further to the back of the group which was unlike me, so I quickened to my usual pace and ended up at the front.

"I was wondering why I had no one to follow." I gave her a smile, she was always behind my pace. 

He clouded my mind. I replayed the scenes in my room, he was so amazing. I had never felt so alive yet so safe and comfortable during sex. I never focused on the lead up, if I was kissing them or touching them, I usually just did it. But Graham, oh man. 

Now instead of slowing down with Graham-thoughts I actually started running quicker, out of anger I don't know. But was was nagging at my brain was that Graham wouldn't want me anymore. If he even did to begin with. He's had me now, I'm used. Maybe that's all he felt towards me, a sexual attraction. It's not new to me, a lot of guys treat me like this after we do it. That's just how they work. 

I thought Graham was different. I let myself believe he was different. It was so incredibly awkward after as well. I remembered what Luce said, the hopeful side of things, but the pessimistic side ended up winning and I felt that sad hollow feeling in my chest start to grow.

"New PB Hamilton, well done!" 

Graham's pov

We had lined up in front of the goals to practice scoring, it was pretty fast paced and the two times I had gone, I missed. Completely. There are two lacrosse balls out in the forest somewhere with my patheticness smeared over them. 

All I could think about right now was Eleanor. She was so perfect. In every way. I never could have imagined being more infatuated with her. I craved her even more now. 

But she is the type of person - not so different from me - to do it once or twice with a guy and move on, or to have a sex buddy for a couple weeks and, again, move on. We've done it now, what if she doesn't want to be serious. Maybe she'll just use me for sex. 

I was next to score again and I ran up getting the ball in my stick, I felt so angry, I was practically sweating. I pushed the defence out of the way, one of them was sent back several feet onto the ground. I aimed to score and I finally got it to the goals, but I hit the goalie right in the chest, and he was winded. 

"What the hell kind of behaviour was that. And from the captain. 10 laps, now, before I change my mind and send to the headmaster." I had never earned a yell from our coach, but I heard her reprimand the others, I understood why they were scared of her now. If looks could kill. 

I started my laps, still thinking of Eleanor, I glanced back to see the kid that fell being carried off the field to sit down. I exhaled, running a little faster. 

"You alright mate?" Cohen asked, running beside me. 

"Yeah, just wasn't focusing."

"Okay," he said hesitantly, "I'll see you at dinner."

"I don't think I'll make it," I said, remembering that I invited Eleanor to my room after practice.