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He smirked against her lips when she kissed him harder and she was thankful, because she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t ask questions or talk anymore he’d just get on with it. He kissed her back just as hard causing her to moan against his lips as his hand ran across her chest and slipped down her body to her shorts. He slid them off quickly, before he slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed between her legs, causing her to arch her hips into his touch as she let out desperate breath moans. His touch set her entire body on fire from the inside out. His lips making their way along her jaw and down her neck as they continued lower.

His lips moved along her chest, stomach, hips and thighs, moving along every single inch of her skin. He made was driving her absolutely crazy and had her to the point that she was trembling at his every touch and she hated that he was the only one who’d ever have that kind of effect on her. He knew how to work her, letting his lips linger, to the point that she was ready to murder someone if that what he wanted her to do, before he finally fucked her.

“Fuck” she breathed as his lips moved along her pantie line, it was worse than being tortured waiting for him to fuck her. He hooked his thumbs under the hips of her panties, slipping them off and bringing his lips down on the inside of her thigh. “If you don’t fuck me…” her voice was breathy as she tried to focus on getting her words out. “I’m going to kick your ass.” She managed.

They’d fucked for a long time, to be honest she wasn’t entirely sure what time they’d gotten to the beach or even when they’d started having sex, all she knew was by the time he rolled off her the sun was starting to come up and her body physically couldn’t go any longer. She’d gone as long as she possibly could, because she didn’t want the night to end. It was incredible, far better than the sex they’d had the night before. This had been passionate, tender, and making up for lost time. She wanted to spend forever out there with him on the beach, but in soon they’d be tossed back into their fucked up lives, where everyone knew every single detail about them and normal was so far out of reach it wasn’t even worth trying to achieve.

She lit herself a cigarette, not bothering to get dress just yet, despite the fact that off in the distance, she could see surfers walking towards the water, ready to catch the mornings high tide waves. She didn’t say anything to him, just lend her head on his shoulder, there wasn’t anything she could say to him that she had already expressed and she knew anything that came out of her mouth would probably ruin the bittersweet moment, so she simply let out a breath of smoke before taking another drag.

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Her desperate moan against his lips made him smirk against her lips. He liked driving her crazy, because that’s what drove him. Her hand slipped up under his shirt as he continued to kiss her and her skin on his skin was like pure fire. Her fingertips teasing him as she ran them along the waistline of his jeans making him want her and making it hard for him to wait, her touch did things to him that he couldn’t quite explain. She was his heroine and he’d choose her over any drug any day of the weak, because being with her was a different kind of high.

She hooked her fingers into his belt loops, pulling his body closer and she let out another moan as she slipped her hand into his jeans making him smirk wickedly as she started touching him teasingly. He was finding it harder to wait, considering earlier they’d been interrupted and he honestly just wanted to finish what they’d started earlier.

He removed his hand from her neck and quickly pulled her shirt off tossing it aside, before slipping off her already cut bra. His lips came back down on hers as his hands roughly groped her chest. He groaned as she continued to touch him, making him quicken his pace, because he honestly just wanted to get on with it. He slipped off his leather jacket followed by his own shirt. He hadn’t gone back to kissing her until he’d lit himself a cigarette and taken a long drag off of it. Oliver was ridiculously good at multi-tasking, while he fucked someone. Which made most girls convinced he wasn’t really into fucking them, because on several occasions, he’d start shooting up, in the middle of sex and didn’t bother stopping. It was who he was, which only added to his bad boy reputation.

He rested the cigarette between his lips as he used one hand to rub her chest again, and his other hand expertly, unbuttoned her shorts. There was absolutely no denying that Oliver was incredible at sex, it was just as natural to him as breathing. He slipped off her shorts and panties sliding them down her legs, before moving to unbutton his jeans. He grabbed her wrist then and pulled it out of his jeans, before sliding his jeans off. Finally he gripped her hips and lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Hold this for me babe.” He smirked placing his cigarette between her lips. His lips came down on her chest, his lips trailed every inch of her chest slowly, letting his lips linger on her skin, the drugs intensifying nearly everything; from the smoothness and burning of her skin to the way he could literally feel her heart racing just underneath her skin.

His hand rubbing the inside of her thigh roughly, before finally he pulled away, taking his cigarette back and with her legs still wrapped around his waist and him keeping her back pinned tightly against the wall, he started fucking her roughly.

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Being with Ash again, had just brought to the surface exactly how miserable she was without him. It didn’t matter that he drove her crazy or that he was dangerous, he was the one person that she loved more than anything in the world, yet he was the one person she couldn’t have, for more than one reason. For starters there was Oliver, who would never let them have a normal relationship, Then there was Cameron and Avery, Social Media. Or the simple fact that neither one of them could be faithful no matter how hard they tried because the luxuries of the rock star life had breed them to be hopelessly tragic human beings.

"Think we've got time to go get some breakfast before we've got to be back?" he asked pulling her from her thoughts, as he lit his own cigarette, but she knew that she had to start pushing him away again, or she wouldn’t be able to do it at all. "Or is that pushing our luck? Alex and Roger are probably putting together a search party right this second." He smirked, letting out a chuckle as he ran his fingers up and down her spine and she didn’t want to move, she’d winced at the mention of their managers, but she was grateful he wasn’t able to see her.

She sat up after a moment, not answering right away almost as if she’d ignored his question all together as she sat up and slipped her clothes back on, taking one last drag off her cigarette before flicking it away. She felt incredible, but she knew she had to ruin the feeling for both of them, because it was the only way that she’d survive facing Cameron again. She needed Ash to be pissed at her, so she could hate herself, because she had no doubt in her mind that Cameron was going to beat the shit out of her. That was the one thing that not even Rebel or Sid knew about her and Cameron, that he beat the shot out of her on a regular basis. She’d just gotten incredible good at hiding it.

It was different when Ash hit her, because she fought back and she practically pushed him to doing it, however with Cameron, most the time he did it because he could or because he was high or Aussie wouldn’t give him money for his horrible addiction to alcohol. The thought of going back to him after spending the night with Ash, quickly made her closed off and bitter.

“You take the fans you fuck to breakfast afterwards?” She spat raising a brow. “Didn’t think. So there’s your answer.” She shrugged, not letting him answer. Without a word she grabbed her shoes and headed towards Alex’s car, not bothering to pick up any of the empty bottles or even her guitar. She wasn’t entirely sure if he’d ignore her sudden change of mood or get pissed off either way she prepared herself.

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They’d fucked all night, Oliver had continued to fuck her even after she’d begged him to stop. They’d Fucked until she physically couldn’t go anymore and not that he even looked out of breath, but he was beyond exhausted. She was by far the only girl who could ware him out completely and he loved her for that. His back burned and he knew it was because she’d scratched it all up and the thought of it made him smirk in the darkness, it was almost as if she’d marked her territory in a way. He had very faded scars from when they were dating and they use to fuck two even three times a day and he loved those scars because they held so many memories.

In a way though, there was a part of him that wished he could leave her alone, because now that they’d had sex a total of three times, counting when Alex had interrupted, in the last forty-eight hours they’d been together, he’d be super possessive of her. It wasn’t Rebel he was worried about hurting anymore, it was any guy he found out she was sleeping with that he worried about. Oliver was in no way afraid to do whatever it took to keep Rebel aware of the fact that she belonged to him

He pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, before he reached into his pocket pulling out a small bag of coke and his eyes had adjusted enough that he could make out Rebel’s silhouette as well as snort coke to intensify the high that Rebel had given him. He tucked the empty bag of coke back into his pocket as he watched Rebel’s silhouette slid down the wall until she was sitting on the ground and he stayed standing. In the silence of the tunnel he could hear just how out of breath she was and he smirked as he watched the flame from the lighter illuminate he flushed face for only a second. He missed her so God damn much that it was killing him, spending the night with her made him realize that he really did need her.


"Fuck Oliver." she breathed and even as quite as he voice was it still managed to softly echo in the tunnel. "It's been way too long since someone's fucked me like that, I'll be lucky if I can ever move again." he could hear the smirk in her voice and he let out a laugh as he lit his own cigarette and made his way over to her sitting down next to her.

“Remember Kitten, you’re the one who left me.” He said simply like he was telling her to come back to him, without actually saying it. “I’m always going to be here, you just gotta call my name and I’d be there.” He said as if it was that simple and even if it wasn’t that simple, his words wore dead serious. He was telling here that no matter what, he’d always be there and he’d never stop fighting. “I’m an ass hole, but your my girl, you always have been.” He said and that was as close as she’d ever get to an I love you from him, unless either of them were on their death bed.

The thing with Oli was, he was probably the biggest, selfish, arrogant, asshole on the face of the planet; but when it came down to the wire, if you were someone he really, truly cared about, he’d stop at nothing to protect you. He was loyal in that regard. He took a long drag off his cigarette, he hadn’t been as honest as he was being with Rebel in the moment since he first meet Aussie. He figure she deserved to hear it while he was somewhat sober and they were alone.

“Roger wants a song from us.” He said breathing out a breath of smoke. “Well that fans I guess. Whoever the fuck wants it, it just has to be better than Aussie and Ash’s.” he smirked as he turned grabbed her jaw and turned her to face him, pressing his lips to hers.

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She honestly hated having to push him away, because she could feel herself falling for him hard. No matter how much she hated him if he got her alone, she’d always forgive him. He had a way of pulling her in and making her believe that things might actually be okay. The world could be ending, but if they were alone and he told her that outside everything was fine, she’d believe him. Nothing hurt more than that reality that he had her heart, no matter how much she denied it.

He grabbed her guitar just as they got to the car and she was about to start screaming at him and just walk back to the hotel, even if it took her a week, because she was falling apart after spending the night with him and she didn’t want him to see her weak. He tossed her guitar in the back seat before slamming the door and she rolled her eyes, about to make her way to the passenger side but he quickly backed her up into the car, a hand on either side boxing her in.

"You're not just some fan." his tone was serious and she wanted to look away but she forced herself to hold his gaze. "You don't have to do this to me. It was an offer for breakfast Aussie, not a marriage proposal." He shrugged and she just rolled her eyes like she didn’t give a shit about what he was saying, even though it was getting to her. "We just spent the whole night fucking, I don't think sitting at a diner, getting along for one more hour would hurt too bad, but whatever, have it your way. Get your ass in the car, we have to get back." he shrugged pulling away then and slipped into the car, slamming the door behind him.

She debated walking, but in the end she got into the car and the ride was miserable. She’d said something sarcastic as soon as she’d gotten in the car and they’d argued the entire way back to the hotel. That was how they were though, once they started fighting, once one of them started pushing the other way they just exploded and there was no stopping them, they’d had cops try and fail at breaking them up. When they’d finally got back to the hotel Aussie hadn’t even given him a chance to pull her back in like she knew he would if she stayed too long, instead she got out of the car quickly, slamming the car door behind her.

She was nearly trampled by a group of reporters and flashing camera’s yelling things at her. Luckily though, Alex pulled her inside quickly and security fought the crowd. Alex started yelling at her almost the instant he laid hands on her, but she pulled her arm from his grip and headed to the elevator, ignoring his questions and yelling, letting the elevator doors close leaving her alone.

When the elevator doors opened on her floor, she whipped the tears from her eyes as she made her way to her hotel room slipping inside. Cameron sat on the bed, not bothering to look up at her but she could tell by his body language, he was fucked up. He was staring down at a magazine in his hand.

“You think your pretty funny, don’t you Austyn?” his voice was cruel and she just rolled her eyes, walking over to him and grabbing the magazine from his grip, looking it over to see the picture of her and Ash kissing.

“No. I don’t think I’m funny. Alex told us to do it.” She shrugged, coming up with the perfect lie. “Good publicity you know.” She shrugged tossing it down on the bed next to him as she started to slip out of her closes.

“Good publicity huh?” he said and she could feel his presents right behind her and it scared the shit out of her, because she knew he knew she was lying. “That’s cute babe, cause Alex, was just as shocked with me when he saw it this morning.” He said grabbing ahold of her hair and practically tossing her like a rag doll into the wall.

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She moaned softly into his kiss and he wanted to stay there with her forever. Them getting along perfectly, like they were right then, was very rare for them, it almost never happened, but moments like the one they were having, made all the fucked up shit worth it. It was impossible for him to love anyone but her and there was a part of him that resisted her for having that hold on him. She climbed into his lap and he rested a hand on either side of her hips. Finally her lips left his, trailing along his jaw and he closed his eyes resting his head against the wall enjoying every second of her burning lips on his skin, before finally she rested her forehead on his shoulder and his hand started to trace her spine.

"I don't want to do back." she breathed and he let out a sigh, because he didn’t want to go back either it meant they’d just fuck each other over in a different city, a different country, with different people. It was the life they lived and there was no room for a stable relationship. However where they were now, in the darkness, he didn’t have to think about all of that and he was almost tempted to stay lost with her.

She sighed then and her lips made his skin tingle as they trailed along his bare shoulders, her fingertips burning her touch into his memory. He brought her lips back to hers, before he moved her off of him and stood up. He lit himself another cigarette. He hated that they had to go back, but if he stayed there with her any longer, he’d never go back. He offered his hand before lacing their finger together and leading her out of the tunnel. It took him a second for his eyes to adjust to the sun, but eventually they did and he turned kissing her forehead.

“I’ll tell you what.” He started with a smirk. “At the end of this whole thing, if we haven’t killed each other, will come be homeless here together.” He laughed, kissing her forehead, before kissing her lips, before they started heading back.

He could only imagine how much shit they were going to get. The two of them looked like exactly what they’d been doing, getting high and fucking. He was shirtless and had lost his shoes and she was only wearing his shirt. The look that he could only imagine would be on Alex and Roger’s face when they saw them made him smirk.

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