Thread: You raised me.

The night would go just as it normally did when Shane wasn't around, Franchesca needing him now to keep her bed warm and keep her company, a man in the house was a lot more comforting than just the alarm. Her pretty eyes moving over the male, the actions during the night were filled with passion, even if it was fake and in a mocking way, lust, and heat, the sounds emerging from her bedroom to an empty house. For a second, she almost found herself having to stop in seeing her brother's face replace that of her boyfriend's, Chess shaking her head and clearing her mind, telling him to go faster and harder. She didn't want to have to think because he gave her mind numbing sex, as painful as that may sound, it truthfully wasn't. It just kept her from calling out Shane's name during the sex and or replacing his face for Jack's, now laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling as the clock flashed the time beside her. Franchesca lay in her bed, an arm over her figure as a male slept soundly beside her. Having come to his climax early for each of the four times they had gone at it in one night, Chess now lay awake at four thirty in the morning, wondering where the hell her brother was. It not only bothered her that he was out this late at night and she truly didn't know where he was, though that he was supposedly going to see some girl was what irked her the most. There were so many 'What If's, it was absolutely obnoxious. What if she hung him out to dry? What if she took advantage of him? What if he was having sex wit- Blinking harshly and sliding a pair of short shorts onto her lower half, she slid her bra on as well and found herself wearing a black tank top over it, doing this all in the silence of her bedroom, glancing over her shoulder at her boyfriend who remained to sleep soundly in her bed. Walking downstairs, still a bit hurt by her own accord, Chess found herself standing at the kitchen counter, drinking a bottle of water and taking two Advils, closing her eyes and nearly jumping out of her skin when she felt a male creep behind her. Turning her head lightly, the grin on Jack's face was apparent, arms on either side of Franchesca as though silently asking for another round. No. . No more, Jack. She murmured, knowing his face change was evident, she slid herself out from between his arms and moved around the kitchen, not noticing his fists clenching, he closed in the distance between them and pressed her against a wall. What the fuck do you mean no more? You called me over here , remember? Her eyes were narrowing at him, locks of hair falling around either side of her face as she looked up at him, Yeah, well we're done. So, you can leave now. That wasn't the particularly right thing to say, his hand latching out on her arm and gripping it tightly, causing the female to wince softly at the sudden pain. Shit Jack, really? Just go. She mumbled, keeping the beg for him to let her arm go out of it for now, a flicker of pain showing in her eyes as he gripped her shoulders instead. The rest of the night had been atrocious, sex that she personally didn't enjoy had followed suit three more rounds, if you must know and once again he had wound up asleep in her bed. This just wasn't her night. ohohsee well this will be fun!listu