I'm about to take you back to church,

Tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst?

Baptise in your thighs till it hurts.

-Chase Atlantic.

"Uh- she peed on me." That was the only thing I could muster enough courage to say.

Art said nothing as her eyes slid over my body and she took a couple of steps toward me. I'm embarrassed but my heart is beating so fast and I know this is nothing because of embarrassment.

"Hmm." She hummed dropping the towel that she was drying her hair with on the bed and I look at it.

"Look at me." She mutters as he body nears mine. I tear my gaze away from the towel and look at her.

Art's eyes are dark and full of exhaustion. My eyes move from her eyes to her lips and I feel myself getting drunk on the feeling.

My body aches to touch hers to have her touch me. But I can't have that so I imagine. Imagine how her soft skin would feel pressed to mine, his lips trailing down my body, how her eyes would rake over me.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She whispers before leaning forward.

Art holds my face in her hands and I lean into her warmth, almost sighing.

"Was this the reason?" She asked and even with my eyes closed, I could sense her smile. Her long fingers trailing over my cloth clad hips, I look down in embarrassment and nod slowly.

"Marnie, love. I do not give a fuck." She groaned before pulling my body flush against hers.

I gulp and look up at her, my eyes probably lined with need and hers with hunger.

"I really want to kiss you." She whispers and my eyes widen a fraction.

"Then why don't you?" I ask softly and she leans forward her lips brushing against mine and I sigh softly.

Art pulls away to look at my intoxicated expression and then leans in, capturing my lips with hers.

Kisses could be fun, could have your heart racing, could make you feel like you're on could nine.

But kissing her cracked my world open, it made me feel like I was dying and only now had I learned to breathe. Her lips were as warm as the blankets in the dead of winter. Her hand went up to my hair and tangled into it whilst mine were placed on either side of her face.

Art pulled away to look down at me and I looked up at her with a hazed look. One of her hands left my waist as it wrapped itself around my throat, I whined as her grip on my hair tightened. She grinned at me before kissing me again. This time, harder.

The blunt of the kiss was so hard that I stumbled back, my hand flew up to her shoulder and her hands wrapped around my throat. Somewhat of a whine clawed its way up my throat again and I let it out. She grinned into the kiss tightening her hold on my neck and her arms pulled me towards her body just right. She bit my bottom lip and I just about lost it.

I moaned into the kiss as her tongue licked my bottom lip and I still didn't allow her permission whilst grinning myself. Her hand left my hair, her fingers hooked into the hem of my underwear and her grip on my throat tightened, the gasp I left made her grin and her tongue delved into my mouth at the opportunity.

"You're gonna be the ruin of me someday." She groaned pulling away just to say that and then her lips met mine. Once again.

This time I grabbed her face harder my fingers digging into her cheek as she did the same with my hips. Her hand travelled lower and I was out of breath.

Her knuckle brushed against my inner thigh and my hips bucked forward for her touch, this action made her knuckles now brush against me.

I moaned into her mouth as she smirked and brushed her knuckle against my clit again. I felt my knees go weak.

Air air air.

I wanted air but I needed her more.

We finally pulled away but this time, the air felt electric, wilder, more vital. Before breathing was a normal task for me, now I understood why I needed it more. Not just to live but to be able to kiss her again.

I panted my heart beating so fast as her hand stayed wrapped around my neck and she angled my face to look up at her. When I did so her knuckles brushed against my clit again and I whined inching myself towards her hand more.

I needed her so bad that it ached.

"You look so fucked out for me doll. My fucking Tesoro wants me?" She mocked and I nodded. This time her fingers brushed over my clit, harder.

I groaned as her grip on my throat tightened. She circled her finger over me, the only barrier between us being my underwear.

"Be a good girl, okay? Can you do that darling?" She whispered in my ear and I nodded as she circled her fingers over my clothed clit again.

"Words Marnie." She ordered and I groaned when her fingers stop toying with me.

"Yes, I can do that," I whispered my breaths laboured and I could feel myself ache more.

It's embarrassing how wet I am.

And then whoever is watching over us laughs a loud 'haha, fuck you, you thought you're gonna get some?'. A loud knock rattled the door. I groaned while she grinned.

Seriously dude? Fucking now?

"It's important," Ronan said before knocking again.

"Maybe some other time huh, pretty girl?" She whispered her breaths still laboured like mine and I nodded still confused about what just happened and why it was the best 15 minutes of my life.

Art leaned down to peck my lips before her body leaves mine and she goes to open the door.

"Stop fucking each other and open the fucking door," Ronan yelled and I let out a loud laugh as I walked to the bathroom.

"Fuck off." Art groaned.

As I closed the door she opened it, I could hear Ronan's loud footsteps.

I looked at the mirror only to find swollen lips and a red tinge on my throat. A couple of knots in my hair but rather than unknotting it I just tied it into a bun and turned on the cold water and my mind ran wild. My hand travelled between my legs and the other clamped my mouth shut so I don't slip up accidentally.

What the fuck just happened?