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They had something of a working relationship.
If either one of them called it a relationship, there would be blood shed and punches thrown. Possibly lunches lost on the floor. At least to each other’s faces.
He needed money. She needed rid of bodies. They were both too young to realize what this meant. How deeply they’d be entrenched later on… but that was then. This, right now… sweaty work, heaving bodies and digging holes…
They’d just dealt with another convict; a man who’d murdered three young men at a nearby park. He liked to hear the story of the body he was unburying, which meant she spent hours yapping on about his life and death. Part of her knew he hated silence and hated talking even more. Part of her wondered if he liked the sound of her voice.
They both left without a goodbye, she nearly spitting in his direction as he walked off. Both back to their respective dwellings, they stripped the dirt ridden, stench laden clothing from their bodies.
Courtney gave herself a simple cleaning, preferring to bathe fully in the morning.
Enoch cleaned himself fully, preferring to get straight to work after waking.
They both collapsed into their beds, exhausted, waiting for sleep to overtake them.
She laid there, eyes closed.
He laid there, staring at the ceiling.
Another part of this ritual… the unyielding thoughts. They had known each others bodies before… knew what each nook and cranny looked like.
He could picture what path the sweat rolling down her face would take down her body.
She could feel exactly how he would wipe it away, hands shifting and sliding down her form.
“God dammit.”
She could attempt to ignore the warmth between her legs as much as she wanted. She knew she’d have to deal with it before she could sleep soundly.
His issue was harder to ignore unless he cut a hole in his mattress. Damn being a stomach sleeper…
It took another ten minutes for her to act, pulling the covers over her head as one hand went between her legs. The one thing she was so grateful about her time with him… he never spoke ill of her body. She set a crooked finger on either side of her enlarged clitoris and started to stroke it, far too similarly to how he would when they were… ugh.
He had given in far sooner, knowing that getting it done with would make it easier to get to sleep. Reaching into his nightstand, he took a fingerful of petroleum jelly and lowered his underwear. He spread the jelly over his length and wrapped his hand around it, sighing heavily. His hand never compared to how she felt squeezing around him… he let his eyes slip closed as his hand started to move, picturing the woman he knew would have his head if she knew she was in his fantasies.
The way his hands fit around her hips, pulling her closer into each thrust…
The way her hands scrambled across his chest to support herself when she was on top of him…
She kept her movements steady, kept only one hand between her legs. She only cared for penetration when he was the one doing it. Her breathing started to quicken, teeth dragging across her lower lip. She busied her other hand with one of her nipples, pinching and pulling at it as she pictured his hands in place of hers. Hers were far too soft… his hands were calloused by hours of building and researching, but the way they scraped her most sensitive areas was intoxicating.
His thoughts were much the same. He was going to get off regardless, but he could feel how rough his grasp was. Yet it was something she always enjoyed… she loved having his hands all over her, squeezing her breasts, delving into her pussy… he groaned into the darkness as he pictured her, the way her face contorted more and more as she got closer to her peak.
The way his breath hitched between him moaning her name, his hand clenching hers…
The way she gasped and cried out his name, her nails digging into his skin…
Her breath caught in her throat as she tightened her fingers around her shaft, teeth dug so deeply into her lower lip that she was close to breaking the skin. He knew just how to make her whimper, knew what spot was the right one. She barely had to teach him, he simply… knew, after two failed attempts at good sex, he figured out just how to make her moan.
She knew how to do the same to him. The way her hands, her mouth felt around his cock… he could still hear the noises she would make, the way she would call to him as she stroked him. He knew he was getting close to his end, his hand moving faster up and down his dick as he wished he could feel her again..
She choked.
He groaned.
“Enoch-“
“Courtney-“
She slapped the hand on her breast over her mouth as soon as his name left it, but it was mostly to muffle the sound of her orgasm, ragged moans escaping between the cracks of her fingers as she came. She hadn’t realized how close she was, too busy thinking about his hands on her… she squirmed, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her fingers continued, almost against her will, until she wheezed out another call of his name. Her back came to rest against her bed again, hands moving to fall at her sides as she came down from the high.
His free hand was draped over his eyes, squeezing the sides of his head as he reached his climax. His stroking stilled, moving to the base of his length to squeeze around it as his cum shot up into the darkness. It fell back onto his bare stomach, pooling with sweat as he went limp, panting and settling into his bed.
They both laid there in their respective messes until they caught their breath, and even then, they stared into the dark of the room until the hint of regret crept into them.
Regret of how things were now?
Regret of how they were then?
Neither of them cared.
Enoch cleaned himself again, groaning as he slipped back into bed. He knew he had to see her again in the morning, meeting with the medical students they delivered to tonight to discuss payment methods. Maybe he would… apologize…?
Courtney simply wiped her hand clean and rolled onto her side, staring at the wall. She didn’t want to think about it. They were both at fault. It wasn’t just her. He knew what he did… Maybe.
Fuck.
That was the last thought of either of them, slowly settling into slumber…
…and they’d do it all again the next day.