They were usually very successfull at avoiding each other and keeping their distance, but they were still kind of circulating with the same group of people. He could have expected her to be there that night, as a group of friends thought it wise to use up an empty space for a private party. He was a little bit tipsy when he got there, and it all just kind of went blurier from then on. After an hour or so they were both sitting on the floor with a couple of friends, talking, pretending nothing ever came between them, even taking crazy trips down memory lane a couple of times. And he liked to pretend nothing happened, really, because losing Hanne was his fault – but also his very own conscious decision. Then people started leaving and he was still holding a full bottle of beer in his hands and he had no intention of saying goodbye just yet.

And then suddenly, they were the only ones there. She looked really beautiful, a lot more grown up now that he had a chance to carefully examine her face, her moves, the way she spoke. She wasn't the girl he had known once, but that didn't make her any less of a beauty. Perhaps it was the beer, it probably was, but at that moment he realized he really wanted nothing else but to taste those lips again. She would probably let him, too. But it was an insanely dumb idea; he would lose her again just as he was starting to find her. »I remember that one time that you and me went to the lake..« he started, leaning his head against the cold wall behind him. His eyes were on her, he managed to stay expresionless, but the look in his eyes told it's own story. He really wanted her. »When you slipped on a rock and fell into the water,« he continued, now smiling, but only a little. The water was freezing despite the fact it was summer, and she took her dress off to let it dry. They made out, he felt like he kissed every inch of her body that day. The story didn't need an epilogue; he knew she remembered it as well.

everything was very fast paced, very objective and simple. he took the road and she stayed behind. he was on a roll, no great fights, no huge discussions, he left her behind. he chose his career over her and she pretended to be okay with it. but it was far from the truth. she wasn't. she wasn't ready to see him leave and she more than anything wasn't ready to keep seeing him around doing whatever he was doing without her being a big part of it. but she was good at pretending everything was alright, especially when she was boiled as an owl, so she managed a couple sincere jokes and she even sat down beside him when everyone else has already started leaving the party they were at.

"and you liked what you saw, didn't you?" she felt a little giddy talking about their past, sitting so close to him feeling the tension build up. she wondered if it was just her … just her sick mind playing tricks on her, or was it both of them sort of missing the being in love thing? the feeling that saves you each and every single day, that stomach-clenching sensation, the nervousness … the sex. oh, all the sex. she sneaked a little look at him and then took a big gulp of what was left in her glass, to keep her from sinking her hands somewhere forbidden. he was still that same boy in her eyes. a little messed up now, but still just as cute and being completely honest to herself, she knew that he will always come first. always. "that dress was my favourite, you know."

»Of course I did,« he now smiled with all the sincerety he had, because it was simply true. She was so beautiful, she still was; she didn't gain a single pound and her eyes still had a certain kind of glow. Perhaps he was just seeing things, he was, after all, pretty wasted, but at that moment Hanne was probably the single most beautiful girl on the planet. And it was weird how much he missed this, just talking to her. He knew he couldn't make it right, the way he was a complete asshole towards her in the end, but.. god, he'd still like to have her close. »I always liked seeing you,« he added silently, looking down at the bottle in his lap, then finally raising it to his lips to take another sip. He was fucking stupid, he shouldn't have talked about anything even remotely personal. That chapter was over and perhaps it was good that it was.

»Yeah,« he slowly nodded, looking at her, their eyes meeting like fire meeting ice. It was all too much; he could feel his heart beating, he could feel excitement in his chest and he had no idea where it came from. Because – in all honesty – he didn't hesitate for a second when he decided to dump her. He didn't really want her there anymore, by his side, in his life, whatever; and now.. now things were just extremely weird. Not that he could go in to overanalyzing at that moment, anyway. »I know it was,« he added then, a little more quiet, a small grin on his face as he stole a glimpse of her again. He remembered that flower-printed dress, he could see her in it now – it was stuck in his head like an old photograph, although he never had one. »We had fun together, didn't we?«

it was a relief hearing that they both felt the same and apparently not everything was lost. after a whole year of sorta avoiding each other it was pleasant talking to him again and the fact that they weren't digging each other's eyes out yet was quite incredible. "we were pretty great, yeah. my dad liked you a whole bunch," she admitted with a smile on her face, looking straight at his. it was flawless. perfect bone structure, you'd think he was a model not a scrawny ski jumper. but she liked him just the way he was and she always thought they were destined to get married and have kids together. but they obviously didn't share that little idea and it was a total shock to her when he'd dumped her.

but now nothing seemed even remotely wrong. he was talking about the fun they used to have together and all that felt like a wake up call to her. like there was actually something she could do to fix it all. to at least get a chance of touching him again. tasting him again. "mauri …" she whispered his name, shifting her body towards him and putting an empty glass down. with a shaky hand she then went for his. everything that used to feel so effortless, was now a little gut-wrenching. it made her feel like she was back at the beginning of it all, when she had to win him over again, impress him with something, make him realise everything he's been missing out on. maybe she simply wasn't better off cocooned in complete solitude, maybe she needed him. and with that on her mind she got onto her knees to gain some altitude and wrapped her hands around his neck. then she kissed him. she kissed him good.

He smiled when she told him about her dad, and he returned the favour by saying, »My dad said you're the cutest girlfriend I'll ever land.« Which was true. When he told the family that he and Hanne broke up, his father let out a long, almost depressed sigh and told him he'll never get a girl like her again. which was kind of true, especially because he never got a girlfriend he'd want to be with for more then a week or two. Hanne was the only one that never tired him. But that was all in the long forgotten past now. They shouldn't be talking about it. it just brought up memories that made them both uncomfortable. And which was, at the same time, surprisingly arousing to him. He didn't know it had the same impact on her, though.

He followed her with his eyes as she came closer to him and it was almost like he could feel himself being consumed by passion; the passion that he had to hold back for good. She stopped there, his lower lip kinda trembled, he was holding his breath, she leaned in and then her lips touched hers and that was it. that was what he needed, that was the permission he needed to.. well, feel alive again, perhaps. He immediately returned the kiss, grabbing her by the waist with his left hand and gently pulling onto her hair with the right, pushing her closer and closer to him like he had some kind of addiction to her warmth. Oh god, he didn't even realize how bad he wanted this until a couple of minute sago. And then his hand slipped over her bare neck and down her breasts, stopping at the edge of her shirt, ready to pull it off her. This was way more heathed than any normal hook up. they were two people with a hard past and the result was simple, yet exploding passion.

it wasn't like the good ole times when they were making out in her bedroom and anytime he'd touched her she would sheepishly giggle and playfully bite his lip in return. they weren't children anymore and this was, by all means, better than everything she's ever felt or done. it was … it was intense, it was passionate and immeasurably beautiful the way his lips fit right in with hers, how both of their limbs found their ways around their bodies. how he held her so close she could feel his heart beat and hear the deep breaths he took. "oh, my god, this is …" she sighed while making her way up his torso, tugging onto his shirt just as if she could possibly tear through it with her fingers. she wanted this. she really wanted him. and although she had more reasons not to love than to love, she wanted all of him.

her heart raced with excitement when his hands just about brushed against her breasts as she managed to move one of her legs on the other side of him, so she was now straddling him. were they really doing this? was it really happening? they were both probably asking themselves those same questions, but neither of them stopped. neither of them pulled back, and soon she found herself helping him get her shirt off. they were all tangled together inside a cool hall, but all she could possibly think about was the heat - how she was burning up with desire and needed him close, needed his lips on her skin, needed him inside her. "crazy. we're crazy," she hurried, her lips barely leaving his for a split second.

She moved away just enough so that he could slip the shirt of her skinny body and back they were, kissing and grabbing onto each other like they were holding on for dear life. There was something almost primitively needy in the way they were clinging onto each other. »No,« he breathed into her neck when she pulled away to tell him about the insanity of their hook up. he kissed her with hard passion, possibly strong enough to leave a mark on her neck for the next couple of days, while slipping his hand under her bra. »It's not, it's not crazy,« he managed to form a few words in between deep breaths. This got him so excited – to be honest, it was before she even touched him. It was like it was there all along and he just couldn't see it. like he so desperately needed something and he had just now realized what it was.

»Ohh god I've missed you,« he almost moaned, pulling away from her chest to be able to look her in the eye – she had that same look, the look that clearly stated she was ready to devour and be devoured. They had that same lust that exploded the second their lips touched. Oh god. he leaned in again, biting her lower lip; she tasted really good. She had that splash of alcohol on her lips, but that wasn't it. she was just.. Hanne. She had her very own taste, one he had almost forgot about. And the trip down memory lane that he was experiencing.. it was brilliant. He moved up to her ear, just to whisper something that he needed her to do most desperately; »take your jeans off.«

it's not like she thought they were making a mistake (although they might have been), but he's always known how to reassure here and take her mind off of stuff. it was one of the things he was exceptionally good at, besides crawling into her bed at night and making her scream out of pure pleasure. and although they obviously weren't that close anymore and they've barely even spoken a word to each other up until tonight, being there all cuddled up into him didn't feel bad, nor awkward. in all seriousness, she just hoped to remember every single salacious detail of how and where they'd done it. "oh, god, this feels so g-good," she mumbled into his neck before nibbling onto it, her hands now propping onto the walls behind them.

she was just about to set his pants loose when he found his way under her bra, catching her already swollen nipple between his fingers, and for a moment her arms just danced against her hips as her whole body arched backwards. she was in awe. in awe of what he was able to do to her by merely touching her. by saying something she could actually relate to. because she missed him like crazy and being there in his arms again was heavenly. and hearing him use him bossy voice on her again … it made her long for him even harder. "yeah, but you too," she didn't hesitate for one bit, but kicked her jeans off, then went for his. expressly she's put her trembling fingers to work and helped him pull them off, trying real hard not jump him right there and then like a fucking nymphomaniac. god, where's her pride gone?

»You're so beautiful, Hanne, you're so beautiful,« he murmured into her hair; he felt her body getting more and more tense in his hands, and in all honesty, he was getting harder and needier with every second passing, too. He placed his hand on the back of her neck when she pushed away in pleasure, just to almost violently push her back again; he kissed her agressively, the passion taking him somewhere he rarely went. Sex was usually all fun and games, and this just wasn't it. it was far from the romantic bullshit they used to do and it was far from a fun night. They were two people that, at that moment, would probably die if the other was snatched out of their hands. »I want you so bad,« he groaned as he pulled away from her lips for just a few millimeters, and he tried to catch her eye, but they were too close; and as he couldn't put the focus on her, he simply went in for another kiss.

Then she went off him for a little bit, just so she could push her jeans off and he immediately helped her get rid of her underwear as well; they really didn't have any time to waste, or so he felt, he just wanted to get inside her right now and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. And then he pushed off his jeans and his boxers, as well, and he pulled her back on top of himself and shoved his way into her. Then he moaned with both pleasure and excitement and he grabbed her hair on the back of her head and pushed her closer again to kiss her like she had never been kissed and at the same time he started pushing his pelvis up and down in a steady rhythm. God, she just wanted to kiss her everywhere and anywhere and touch every single part of her body and be with her like this.. for as long as possible.

just by looking at mauri, all muscular and grown up made her nipples harden, and it didn't help one bit when he ended up bare skinned in front of her. he couldn't possibly hide the excitement when she sat back onto his lap, unclasping her bra in the mean time, and she's soon felt his rock hard tip hardly touching her warm opening. her hand went to her breast, sort of cupping it, her fingers automatically finding her hard nipples as he thrusted into her and made her lose it all. he wasn't wasting any of the precious time they had and started shifting his hips, and so did she - meeting him half way.

she wanted to touch him, she craved him, and all the frustration was almost too much. it made her crazy with desire, and no one could blame her really. "this is so …" she moaned with her eyes tightly shut and her arms now wrapped around him just the same, "so, so, oh god, don't stop." her world collapsed into one big mushy mess and she's felt this incredible pressure build up inside her as her pussy clenched up around him. as their movements grew more urgent she planted her lips on his once more and it quite frightened her how much she actually wanted him. because it's been so long and all this time she's been trying to convince herself there was nothing left between them. but there was. this kind of attraction she's never felt towards someone else, this raw, carnal hunger drove them so close to the climax it was unreal.

Seeing her enjoying the whole thing just as much as he did if not even more made him that much more turned on. Holy fuck, she was so beautiful; her tits were perfectly shaped, those hard nipples he reached for with his lips as soon as she took of her bra were just like something out of a text book. Perfection. He fucking missed her, and as hard as it was for him to even think of it – perhaps he did make a mistake by setting her loose. He missed this, for sure; he would gladly make love to her all day and all night if that was something she'd want. She was something else, was the thing, she was nothing like the other girls. As freakish and absolutely terrifying as it was – she actually meant something.

He was completely ready to come, but he was determined to wait for her. Because he wanted the sex to be better than anything they've experienced together before, and for him it already was. The tension was incredible. It took him places he never thought he could possibly get. His lips shivered every now and then and he could barely catch his breath from all the excitement. Then he could feel her fingers clutching into his skin and his did the same with hers, and that one kiss that they shared as they both reached climax pretty much at the same time.. felt like it went on forever. He just kind of froze for a few moments, his eyes closed, lips still on hers. And then he slowly moved his face away from hers, opening his eyes after a few moments, immediately finding hers. It was the orgasm, no doubt, but he was looking at her with the eyes of a child in love. It was what he kind of felt like for those few moments – but the fear started kicking in pretty much the second he leaned his head back against the cold wall. Because they just shouldn't have done it.

all she could hear and feel in that moment, aside from the thudding of their hearts, were the soft wet sounds of them colliding into one. and the feel of him inside her was too much for her body not to tense. but he kept going and the fact that he'd done that really convinced her that what they shared was real. "i missed you so much," she just sat there, bare skinned and draped all over him, so stunned and pleased and vulnerable, but with each passing moment she was more and more aware of him. his beautiful eyes, his intent stare … and she couldn't really tell if he was pleased or surprised, but one thing she recognised was the terrified look on his face.

with a crooked smile she pushed off him playfully, looking for her knickers in dim light. "something strong would feel great now," she managed wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face as she tiptoed around the hall half naked. he fidgeted on the floor and sort of chewed on his lower lip, which only meant one thing with him. he was ready to talk about this and she was, too. the subject was a touchy one, but she was ready. she was ready to take him back. they were too good not to be together. too good. "we can talk some other time. tomorrow. we … we can do something. together," she couldn't decide whether she was confident now or just so excited to hear what she sort of felt was coming. this … this was so good and she knew he felt the same.

He smiled at her softly then he completely let her go as she got off him, probably to get dressed. It was what confirmed it, for him. It was just another drunken hook-up, this time with a girl that he'd never get back, anyway. And perhaps it was for the best. She was better off without him, he'd only fracture her heart into a million pieces again in a few days or weeks or months – the time didn't matter, but the heartbreake, that was a certainty. So it was better to cut it off here and save them both the trouble. She was a small town girl; so was he, but he had been living in the big world of grown up-s for years now. They didn't belong, they didn't match well. »Yeah,« he nodded to what she was saying, but he was a bit distracted yet still. He got up, he slid his boxers back on and the jeans soon followed.

He was just buttoning his pants but he looked up as she spoke and he really had no idea what kind of response would be appropriate. They weren't good, he would just.. do the same thing all over again. besides, he changed! She didn't even know the person he had become and perhaps she really believed that having sex in unusual spaces was something he wouldn't normally do – but it was and he'd do it again. tomorrow, probably, if the opportunity presented itself. »Yeah,« he nodded quickly, looking down at his pants again to get the job done, »Yeah, we can – um – talk, but not tomorrow. I'm busy.« He wasn't. what kind of business would a failed sportsman who was failing every single one of his classes possibly have? He just didn't really want to talk about it. it would be much better if they just let it be.

as much as she was overflown by the obvious feelings she still felt for him, her common sense was gradually coming back and she realised what was happening. he was trying to get his ass out. he was trying to avoid the talk and given the opportunity and the situation they were in … she felt like she had all the rights to flip out. they freaking slept together and now he didn't even want to talk about it. he … he apparently wasn't all that eager about getting back together, he was just fooling around and now he was dumping her again. like a fucking plastic bag. "are you for real? you're never busy," she knew him that well, after all they've been together for quite a while.

"what was this to you? nothing? are you trying to tell me this meant nothing and … and that you just decided to fucking dip your cock and now you're dumping me again?" her voice got pitchier and pitchier with each word and if she still had a glass to throw, she wouldn't hesitate … not for a second. "you're an asswipe, that's what you are, mauri, you don't deserve to fucking breathe." she was helpless now, completely lost the control and the igniting feeling was tearing her apart. and she wished she had the guts to fucking cut him, possibly break his legs even worse, but instead, she was just standing there like a lost puppy, gasping for air, looking for more words to hurt him.