"No, not yet," she curled against his back, the sun not yet rising to fill the otherwise darkened room.

This was a routine she had grown accustomed to, his alarm going off at 5:00am, him stirring to get up, work out, shower, and get to work. While Fallon knew he had the ability to work from home, it didn't mean that he should or that he would. She wanted him to maintain as much of his life as he could, even while she was here. She was trying her best to do the same. She had hoped that eventually his routine would rub off on her, and by some magic means, she'd be up and running in the gym before the sun rose over the horizon. However, it was proving that she was not meant for that life, and her morning sleepiness seemed to wear more on Trent. But each morning, when the alarm rang into the darkness, she clung to him, sometimes willing him to stay another five minutes, sometimes it was longer, sometimes the alarm wasn't enough to wake her, and she slept until he woke up to kiss her goodbye.

This morning, as the alarm went off, he silenced it quickly and turned towards her, wrapping her in his arms.

"Not yet," he kissed the top of her head, and exhaled heavily, relaxing back into his half asleep state.

The days since dinner had moved quickly, and while they had both tried their best to draw them out, the two weeks she had given herself here, were coming to a close.

They had put plans into place, more Trent than her, but she was planning to leave Friday and make the drive back to her apartment. He would leave not far behind her. They toyed with making the trip together, but with Trent's hopes still high that she'd be returning with him, he wanted to make sure they had the space they needed to bring any of her things back with them.

His plan was innocent and wholeheartedly put together in a state of love for her. She admired it and hoped it would run accordingly with no hiccups. But, always the realist, she reminded him constantly of the things that she left behind when she came to his house. And now, returning back to them, was going to take some time to sort out. She knew eventually he would need to return without her, convinced that if anything, he couldn't run a business from states away.

The thought of being alone in her apartment nagged at her mind, and no matter how much she tried to suppress it, it was constantly baring its ugly teeth. Then there were the butterflies blooming and then tossing in her stomach when she anticipated the conversation that would end her relationship officially with Matt. She knew a good portion of his things were probably already gone, both of them, even with the hopes that three weeks could have solved all their problems, knew from the beginning that her initial trip here had doomed their future plans. There was nothing that could be done now to save it. But the conversation that was looming needed to be had, even if he already had his ring and all her dignity in his possession.

She inhaled deeply and sighed, attempting to alleviate her mind from the things that were hindering her. She was trying to make the most of these last few days.

Still lightly wrapped up in Trent's arms, she sank her head deeper between his chin and chest, lightly kissing at his neck, sometimes biting at his skin lightly, sometimes gently grazing her lips across the small indent where his neck met his chest. Each kiss seemed to draw a slight reaction from him, until he was fully awake again.

"Keep it up and you'll get a workout this morning whether you like it or not." 

He finally spoke into the darkness, pulling at her thigh so her leg now rested between the two of his. His fingertips trailing the length between the back of her thigh to the back of her knee and back again. She smiled against him, nipping a spot below his jawline. 

"That's a workout I could probably keep up with."

"Oh you think so?" He moved his head so his lips became parallel with hers.

"I think so," her confidence resounded despite the swirling thoughts in her head.

Next she knew, his lips were crashing to hers. A kiss that seemed feral and hungry as he gripped at the back of her neck. She met his lips with the same fervor, her fingers clawing at the back of his shoulders. His usual slow and gentle nature was gone now as he parted her lips with his tongue, alternating between meeting hers and biting at her bottom lip. And the hand that started at the back of her neck was now working its way down her back before roughly smacking her ass.

"Ow!" She yelped, pulling her mouth from his.

His hand was already rubbing the spot where his palm had landed, "you liked that, don't lie." His smile, devious.

"I did not," he pushed his tongue into her mouth again, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat.

This time, he pulled the fabric of her purple satin shorts down to her thighs, and once again landed a smack in almost the exact same spot before rubbing it as he did before.

"Trent!" She cried out again, a moan casted in at the end of his name as she pulled away from his kiss.

"I thought you didn't like it?" His eyes narrowed as he now squeezed at the spot.

"I don't," she pushed her mouth back to his.

He pulled her shorts down to her knees now, her one leg, still captive between his. The hand that was once abusing her behind now softly grazed over her now exposed opening. The sensation of his fingers barely touching her skin sent an electric shock up her spine, a soft groan escaping her again.

"Liar." He pulled his hand away, to run up her thigh again, and what seemed to be involuntary, she bucked her hips to attempt to follow it. "Oh, we're eager this morning?" 

He returned to kissing her, only this time on the sensitive space below her ear. She tried to pull herself away, but she found herself trapped in her current position.

"Trent, please,"

"Please what?" He was moving his way down her neck.

"Touch me."

The laugh that escaped him sounded dark and animal, "I am touching you baby," his hand hovering in the space between her thighs. She pushed herself against it, hoping it would land in her most sensitive space.

"Wow, look at you, so up for a challenge this morning." He returned his kisses to her lips before pausing and locking eyes with her. "You wanna be touched here?" He drew small circles with his fingertips on her lower back.

"No," she whispered, not breaking his gaze.

"Here?" There was pure darkness behind his smile now as he teased at her, gliding a finger back and forth across her thigh, stopping inches from entering her.

"Trent..." He loved the way his name sounded as a beg from her lips.

"Not there either? Okay, what about here?" He ran the same finger from before now up and down the slit of her core, gently grazing at her swollen clit. She gasped, her eyes rolling back as they snapped shut.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded. 

After a few more seconds, she managed to do what he asked. "Keep your eyes open." She nodded breathlessly as he sank a single finger inside of her.

"Oh my god," there was a hint of relief in her voice.

"Don't get mad when I tell you this," he withdrew his finger, now holding two at her opening, her hips inching towards them in an attempt to meet them sooner than he wished, "no girl, has ever gotten wet for me like you do," he grinned, his eyes still locked on hers before he pushed his two fingers inside of her.

She groaned as he pumped his hand in and out of her, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck. "That's because no girl knows every part of you like I do," she rushed to get the statement out between staggered breaths. "And I like all the parts," she smiled at him, and he felt the sudden need to have her right there and right now.

He freed her leg, pulling her shorts the rest of the way off, with his free hand. The passion inside him reignited as he repositioned himself between her legs, his fingers now gently circling her sensitive mound. 

 "Wait," she pushed her hand against his chest.

"What?" He returned his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of small bruises from her ear to her collar bone.

"Let me get on top of you," she ran her hands through his hair. 

 He paused and slowly moved away from her, lying back against the headboard. She climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his, still covered by his sweatpants. 

 "You're in control Fally," he gripped hard at her hips, resisting the urge to grind them against him. 

 Her hands met his, holding them in place, she slid her hands along his arms, tracing the crisscross of veins with her fingers up to his shoulders. She moved up the back of his neck and into his hair as their lips collided. Their kiss was slow and gentle, absent of the lust that seemed to overtake them before. There was more innocent desire behind it now as she ran her nails lightly up and down Trent's back and he relinquished his eager hands from her hips to caress her thighs. 

She was gracious to him and for him, matching each of her moves with what he assumed she wanted. It was a welcomed change from the selfishness she dealt with in the past from all angles of life. He brought a hand to her cheek and pulled away from their kiss. She leaned into it. 

 "Is this what you want?"

 She closed her eyes and nodded, "you're what I want." 

 He moved his lips to her collar bone now, causing her to let out a giggle. She felt safe, she was comfortable, she felt cared about and it was giving her the confidence she so desperately wanted in order to take charge. She was in control. The thought caused her to pull back from him and slowly maneuver his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. She resumed her place on top of him, positioning herself so she could grind up and down the length of him when she went back to kissing him, this time harder, the lust now adding to the passion, colliding two worlds. 

She slowly moved away from his lips and began to make her way downward. First to his jaw, then his neck, where she was conscious of when she could leave traces of her kiss. Then to his chest, where she could hear his pounding heart rate, content to know it matched hers. As her kiss finally made its way to his hip, he seemed to have registered what she was doing. 

"Fal, you don't have to do..."

"Shut up," she cut him off as she stared up at him, taking his cock in her hands before taking the tip of it against her lips and tongue. 

 She watched his head fall back and his eyes briefly close and took pleasure in her ability to make him feel good too. He stared down at her as she went back and took half of his length into her mouth, allowing it to move back and forth between her lips as she flicked her tongue back and forth over it. 

 He inhaled a quick breath of air, "Fallon," he followed up her name with a deep groan. 

 "Wait until you see what else I can do," she smiled before taking the rest of him into her mouth and slowly moving him in and out.

His hands had almost automatically found their way to her head, but he was careful to allow her the control he promised her. 

"Fuck, Fallon," he twirled her hair into his hand, watching her below him as she stared back, beautiful and vulnerable. 

She was driving him closer to the edge. Each time she brought her lips to the tip of him she watched him fall further back in the pillows and lose himself deeper, the occasional moan escaping from him. 

 "Fal, stop," he commanded. 

But, she continued as if she didn't hear the request. 

"Fallon, stop," he moaned and took another sharp inhale, trying to focus on something else other than her. "Fallon, I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you don't stop." His response sounded almost painful. 

 She paused briefly, slowly withdrawing him from her mouth, "so do it," she said confidently before attempting to return to her task. 

His words ringing in the back of her head she increased her speed, each stroke, holding the entirety of him in her mouth a little bit longer. Her desire to bring him the smallest bit of pleasure that he was always so insistent on bringing her. Did she think she was the best at giving a blow job? No. But did she know that her lack of gag reflex was a gift not every woman was endowed with? Absolutely. Maybe she was crazy, but it was always her thought that taking someone's cock in her mouth and how unpleasant it usually was for her that drove her to avoid the act most of the time. But this time, there was a sense of pride involved in it. 

The yank at her chin pulled her from her thoughts as her eyes were met with Trent's, her mouth broken free of him as he leaned in closer to her. The sound of his breathing now doubled and a look of uncertainty was staring back at her.

"This is just me warning you that this is your last chance to stop before I fill that pretty mouth of yours," he bit at her bottom lip.

She smiled, his teeth still biting at her, "I like when you get rough with me."

He released his hold on her and ran his thumb across the spot that had reddened slightly. "Don't say things like that if you don't mean them."

"Why? You don't think I can play rough back?" She sneered, running her tongue up the length of him, swallowing the drop of him that had collected at his tip before returning the entirety of him to her mouth. 

He put his hands gently behind her head and held her still, with the full length of his cock in her throat. "No, I don't think you can."

He held his grasp tighter as he thrusted in and out of her mouth, listening to her gargled groans while wiping the few tears falling down her cheeks. Just because she wasn't gagging, didn't mean she could breathe. He allowed her to come up for air, as he gently pulled himself from her, the audible gasp leaving her as he repositioned himself outside her mouth again. 

"Still wanna play rough with me?" He stroked her hair for a few seconds, allowing her to catch her breath. 

She sat up to face him, her legs straddling him once again, she inched closer to him, and leaned into his ear, "if I said yes, would you let me put your dick back in my mouth and do that again?" 

She kissed his jaw and went back to her original position, his hand grabbed her chin again, forcing her to keep his eye contact. 

 "The Fallon I knew would never say something like that," his grip tightened as she tried to move her head.

She smiled, "that girl doesn't really exist anymore, but this one does."

"Like I said, I really fucking like this one too.

"Good," she broke free of his grasp and brought him to her lips again, watching him slowly relax backwards again, still watching her.

She briefly flitted her tongue back and forth before engulfing him again, his hand wrapped firmly in her hair as he held her firmly at the base of him, now in control of the movements between them. 

 "Look at me," She adjusted her gaze, him, still not allowing any movement of her head, and managed a smile the best she could, around him, allowing her only a few more seconds before she felt him release into her mouth. 

Trent couldn't hold back the guttural groans that escaped him as she pulled every ounce from him. His mind had briefly gone numb with disbelief, of her words, of her actions, of her willingness. This was what he was looking for, someone who was ethereal, but strong in all walks of their life. Someone who wasn't afraid to take control or relinquish it to him. He mentally kicked himself for not pursuing her sooner. For letting his young and dumb feelings and beliefs get in the way of all the years that his person was standing right in front of him. Not only was she always his biggest support throughout life, but she constantly surprised him with what she could handle. And lately, she was bearing every burden with grace. 

 "What's wrong, did I put you in a trance?" She was climbing on top of him again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

He snapped from his thoughts back to a dreamlike reality, "That. Now that was talent." 

 "I'm a woman of many trades, what can I say?" She wiped at her bottom lip with the back of her hand. "Seriously though, that was okay?"

He slid his fingers up and down her back, "A top tier performance, and I've seen many."

She rolled her eyes, "you're only saying that cause its me"

"No I really do want to know your secret, do you not have a gag reflex? How did you even manage that?"

"If I tell you, you'll laugh at me."

"Tell me," he moved his fingers from her back, now once again grasping at her hips. 

 While he was actually interested in her story, he couldn't stop his eyes from looking over her body on top of him. She had put back some of the weight she lost before she got here, Trent made sure she at least ate dinner every night and he no longer feared her collapsing in on herself. Though he would never tell her, she hadn't noticed when he removed the scale from the bathroom or the full length mirror from inside his closet door. He feared that if she started noticing, not only would she feel like she wasn't pretty enough, but he also selfishly feared that he would start needing to eat dinner alone again, and that wasn't something he was willing to give up. 

Her face was brighter, she looked alive and wasn't in the constant state of tired she had come to him in. The dark circles under her eyes were gone, she was laughing again, the sound of it echoing through the house, off the walls, and living inside him. He wasn't sure if her hair had gotten longer, or if she had simply started wearing it down instead of tied into a ponytail or bun, but whichever it was, it reminded him of the young Fallon he knew and loved, her jet black hair flowing behind her when she moved, or the pieces that fell in her face, despite her desperate attempts to put them in their place. Now, he couldn't help but run his hands through it when he kissed her, or listen to her moan when he tugged at it while he made love to her.  

She had this effect on him like no other. Her body fit perfectly with his and each chance he got to make them fit, he wanted to solve the puzzle every time. Because looking at her now, the fire was back in her blue eyes, while never truly gone, when she arrived here originally, he had worried that the flame had gotten so low, it would take a while to stoke and grow again. But during these last two weeks, she looked at him and lit up everything around him. Every chance he got to reignite the fire he loved so much about her, he took. She had given up her entire comfortable life for him, and he would be damned if he didn't do the same for her. 

"You're not even listening to me," she leaned in to kiss him and he subsequently held her hips in place, rocking them up and down the length of him again. 

 "I heard you, the toothbrush, the whole idea of desensitizing, I think it's a load of crap." He smiled, "I think you just got lucky."

"I think you're trying to get lucky," she said, becoming more breathless each time he moved her. 

 "I don't like being the only one who got to cum," he was staring her down with the same look as he did before.

"I'm..." she moaned as he raised her up to her knees and sank his middle finger into his mouth and then into her. 

"Still wet for me huh?"

She nodded, sucking in her bottom lip and grinding her hips against his hand, "yes."

"You were saying?"

"I'm fine with..." 

 He quickly removed his finger from inside her and placed the tip of his erection to her, slowly easing himself inside her. 

"What're you fine with?" A muted smirk coming across his face as he raised her up and down, before her body took over the motion on its own. 

"Were you gonna say you're fine with not cumming?"

She swallowed hard, continuing the motion he had started, "mhmm."

"We don't do that here, not in this bedroom. I cum, you cum."

She had picked up speed now, "okay."

He enjoyed her for a few minutes more, before flipping her to her back and taking over the control, "your turn," he said, still wearing his half of a smile. 

"Trent...you...my God...." She was desperately trying to string together words but kept coming up with nothing.

"Tell me, go ahead, tell me Fally how good I fucking feel inside you."

He didn't give her a chance before he was pulling her hand between her legs. 

"Show me, how quick can you make yourself cum?"

"Faster than you can, I bet," she raised a brow at him.

"You're playing that dangerous game again," the frustration but evidence clear in his voice now. 

 She grazed her finger over her clit, letting out an audible moan, as she continued to circle it, she felt him pull out of her, fast. 

The aching shock and emptiness caused her face to fall, "What're you doing?"

He sat back on his knees, still between her thighs, "you said you can do it faster than I can, so do it." 

He slowly moved his hand up and down his shaft, "go ahead, I can't wait to watch you."

"Are you serious?" She sat up, seemingly confused.

"Two minutes, maybe ninety seconds, that's all I need to get you off," half his mouth curling into a smile, "but if you think you can do better."

"I can," she felt like she was in this game with him now and she desperately wanted to win. 

 She thrusted a finger inside her already soaking core, keeping her eye contact with Trent, who smugly looked at his watch every so often, on the hand that he wasn't using. 

 "Sixty seconds Fally. Better hurry."

She could feel the pressure building low in her stomach as she desperately wanted to prove him wrong. 

"Thirty seconds," he whispered.

"Fuck you Trent McBride," she angrily spat back at him.

"Don't worry, in ten seconds you will," he was off his knees now, kissing her inner thighs. 

"Five," he gripped at her ankles, "four," he planted one last kiss on her left thigh, before sliding to the edge of the bed, standing besides it and straightening her legs, "three," he pulled her down the bed towards the edge with him, "two," he took her hand from her center and pulled her legs to his shoulders, "one," he pressed into her again and she let out a sharp cry. 

He reintroduced his hand between her thighs, keeping his movements slow and consistent, while each thrust into her was slightly harder than the one before it. She hated that he was right, it had hardly been sixty seconds before she was already riding the edge of an orgasm. 

"Dammit Trent," she moaned as she pushed pieces of hair stuck to her now sweaty forehead.

He chuckled, "wanna see a cool party trick?" He took his left palm, placed it on her lower stomach, and applied pressure. "I promise you're not gonna pee."

"What are you talking about?" He thrust into her again. "What the fuck? Oh my God."

He could feel her legs shake on his shoulders. He grinned as he kept going, now faster.

"I believe you, stop, whatever that is, stop. Oh my God"

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," her answer was trapped between a whimper and a sigh.

"Your two minutes are up, baby." He could feel her constrict around him, "relax, just enjoy it." 

He was kissing one of her legs on his shoulders as his left hand still pushed on stomach and his right thumb was slowly rubbing her.

Relaxing is much easier to do when you're not desperately fighting an urge to pee on the man who's fucking you's face, she thought to herself, but eventually it wasn't a feeling she could fight off any longer. She could feel the string of expletives leave her mouth as Trent stood in front of her smiling. 

Smug asshole. She was making mental notes of what she wanted to say to him once her breath and her soul returned to her body. 

Trent was gently lowering her legs back to the ground, and she was hyper aware of the amount of liquid that was dripping down them, unsure if it was from him or from her. The next thing she knew was she was being sat up and pulled backwards to him. She was suddenly aware of just how heavy her body felt and how badly she wanted a glass of water. 

He rested her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple softly. She pulled her legs in so her knees were close to her chest now, as she coiled against him. 

 "This is a personal apology for peeing on your bed despite it being your fault."

He laughed, "you didn't pee and you know that Fallon."

"I've been having sex since I was sixteen and I have never, and I mean, ever, squirted. That, was definitely pee." She curled up to him closer.

"Yeah, well, it sounds like those guys weren't fucking you the right way."

She cringed, "I don't like that you refer to having sex as 'fucking' all the time, because are we having sex, making love, or fucking?"

"Every guy before me was fucking you. I plan on worshiping you, every day and always. So whatever one of those three means the same as that.

She smiled, satisfied enough with his answer, "I don't know if I'm someone you should worship, I've got some ungodly things about me."

"You, are a goddess and I love you," he moved his lips down her neck and to her shoulders before working his way back up towards her mouth. "I don't know if you're there yet, but I love you so much."