Saint Peters Hospital

Saint Peters Hospital

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Mickaela Hawkins [269] "I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."
Declan Harding [269] "The best way to fix yourself is to help others."
Ophelia Black [269] "My life is a fucking joke, at least God's having a nice laugh."
Levi Copeland [268] "What you feel is what you become."
Griffin Wals [0] 618 yr old male who has... youll have to find out

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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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Micky expected him to leave then because honestly, there wasn't much to say. The kiss had said it all. They both wanted each other, but they couldn't have each other. It was painful, but it was reality. Thinking they could be together wasn't real. It was a silly dream that would never happen. He'd never leave his wife, she'd never stop running, and they'd never stop hurting each other. He didn't leave right away. Instead, it fell silent between them for a long time before he came and sat next to her on the bed.

Silently, she hoped he'd kiss her because she didn't want to talk. She was tired of talking and feeling like shit. She wanted to taste his lips and enjoy herself the way they used to when they were first together. She could tell something was really bothering him though as he took a cigarette from her so she waited for him to talk. “This was all my fault, I never meant to hurt you or Ophelia.” He said honestly and she sighed. He was right to a certain extent, but it wasn't entirely his fault. In all honesty, it would have probably happened eventually anyway because she was the kind of girl who ran from her feelings.

“I’m just a shitty person, I’m bad for you Kay.” He breathed and she rolled her eyes. He was bad for her, yes, but she was just as bad for him. They were toxic to each other. “You have to know Kayla, Fiona doesn’t mean shit to me. If I had any idea that I was going to see you again, I’d have left her, I swear.” He admitted and she sighed because she couldn't believe that. He still cared for his wife. He may not love her anymore, but he was reluctant to hurt her because he cared about her. She'd been his first love. He wouldn't be human if he didn't still care about her.

“The problem is, now I’m too deep in, we have a kid now.” He breathed and Micky had to look away when he said that. It was like a punch in the stomach, hearing that they had a family now. It hurt to bad, it broke though her high. “I mean we adopted her, but still were the only family she’s ever had. I don’t think I can fuck her over like that babe.” He breathed and she bit her lip so hard, it drew blood. Adoption was even worse. He had a daughter who knew pain and abandonment and if he left her, he'd only ruin her even more and she'd know. Suddenly, she felt like total shit. If she wanted him, she'd be taking him away from a little girl who needed him and relied on him even more then she did. While at the same time, without him, she was miserable.

Kayla knew exactly what had to happen then. If she wanted him, he could never leave his wife. Not until the girl had moved out and was grown up. If Micky wanted to be with him, she'd have to share him. She'd have to be the other woman forever and things had to stay secret or it would hurt his family. It was either that, or she give him up all together, which she knew she should do, she just wasn't sure she could. As cold and bitter as she'd become, she still loved him.

“More importantly I think the real problem is that we're bad for, but admit it were not good for anyone else either.” He shrugged finally and Kayla breathed out a long breath of smoke, letting it fall silent, trying to decide what to do. If she decided she still wanted him, their relationship could never go anywhere, but if she gave him up, she'd just be bitter and miserable. It was impossibly hard. She wanted him to herself but she couldn't have him. She couldn't hurt that little girl.

"I don't want you to leave her, you can't." Kayla finally breathed out a breath of smoke, glancing at him and composing herself so he wouldn't see just how much it had hurt to say that. "But I don't want to give you up completely." She smirked and flicked her cigarette away, climbing into his lap. Silently, she hoped he wouldn't reject her because she still needed him in her life. Micky wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, kissing his lips before trailing her lips along his jaw slowly.

"No one has to know about us." She whispered seductively between kisses, running her hands down his chest, wanting him. "We'll just have fun like we used to and then at night, you can go home. No one has to get hurt." She breathed as she trailed her lips back to his and kissed him hard, slipping her tongue past his lips. It wasn't the whole truth. Obviously, it would still hurt that he could never really be hers, but honestly, sharing him would be a lot less painful then not having him at all.




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Declan sighed as Ophelia passed him like he wasn't there. He wanted to say something, ask her what the hell she was doing with Dr. Wells, but he couldn't. If he got involved, she'd see just how much he still loved her and she'd use it as ammunition. She'd whirl right back on him and attack his weakness for her because that's how she worked. He knew her well enough to know that she was hurting, but she'd never admit it. When she was in pain, she didn't try to look for help, she lashed out and tried to make everyone around her just as miserable as she was.

Before he could turn and head down the hall to look for his whiskey bottle, Ophelia turned and made her way back towards him. Instantly, he could see trouble in her eyes and he braced himself for whatever was coming. She shoved him against the wall, leaning her body against his with a wicked smirk on her lips. He wanted to enjoy the burning sensation gave him, but he couldn't. Not when he could smell Dr. Wells's cigar smoke on her and knew what she'd been doing all day.

She slipped one of her hands down his jeans, making his jaw clench to hold back a groan. It was clear she wasn't touching him because she wanted him. She wanted to torture him and it was working. She was driving him crazy and pissing him off at the same time. “Did you enjoy listening to him fuck me.”[b] She breathed darkly against his lips, causing his jaw to clench tighter.[b] “I’m going to make your life a living hell.” She threatened and he rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to play her games. “Maybe I’ll fuck Alice too.” She smirked, pissing him off before kissing him hard.

As hard as it was, he didn't kiss her back. He just let her kiss him until finally, she pulled away and started to make her way down the hall. As pissed as he was and as badly as he wanted to go after her, he didn't. That was what she wanted. If he ignored her, it would get to her a hell of a lot more then if he went after her. She wanted to play games, but she didn't seem to realize that he knew her better then anyone. The best way to win her games was not to play.

"Cute Ophelia." He called after her simply with a roll of his eyes. "Come find me when you're ready to act like an adult." He spat, knowing that would get her. With that, he turned the opposite way down the hall, headed for the storage closet where he'd hidden a few more liquor bottles so he could drink until he passed out and forgot the fact that Dr. Wells had fucked her.




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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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Ophelia couldn’t wipe the smirk off her face as she continued down the hall. She was almost certain that Declan would come after her, she was convinced her words especially about Alice would have pissed him off enough for her to chase after her. She liked it when she could drive someone crazy enough to hurt her and feel the need to chase after her. It made her feel intangible.

"Cute Ophelia." he called after her but his voice didn’t sound closer in fact it seemed exactly where it was when she’d walked away from him. "Come find me when you're ready to act like an adult." He spat and that and her jaw clench. She glanced over her shoulder to see him walking in the opposite direction and that pissed her off to no end.

She continued to where she was supposed to meet the nurse to escort her back to the adult ward only he was flirty with one of the female nurses making her smirk. She slipped past the two completely unseen. Ophelia had an insanely bad idea and the idea would get her in a lot of trouble if she got caught, hell Declan was liable to kill but she couldn’t she couldn’t bring herself to care though. She slipped back past the nurses and up to Declan’s office, he hadn’t locked the door and he wasn’t inside making her smirk.

She went through all of his shit, bills, files, everything until she managed to find his address. It was probably the worst idea she’d ever had. Once she had his address, she slipped back down to where Tommy, one of the male nurses she used to fuck was half asleep filling out paperwork. It hadn’t taken her long to talk him into slipping with her. She’d managed to steal his keys and cell phone before making her way to the abandoned wing of the hospital, it wasn’t exactly easy, but she managed to get out of the hospital through the abandoned wing.

Finding his car had been simple when she’d pressed the unlock button and it beeped. She’d never really driven before, but it wasn’t exactly hard. She’d put Declan’s address into Tommy’s phone. The drive wasn’t too long and eventually she’d made it safely to Declan’s apartment complex. She slipped up stairs until she found his apartment number. She had honestly expected it to be locked, she expected she’d have to find a way in, jimmy the door open but it had been unlocked.

She slipped in and the house was quite, she could hear Alice on the phone with someone and by the way she was talking it sounded like a girlfriend. Ophelia rolled her eyes and walked slowly, towards the bedroom where Alice was in a towel on the bed. Ophelia was quick to grab her by her hair and lift her of the bed. Alice was in so much shock she didn’t even have enough time to fight back as Ophelia slimmed her into the wall hard enough to knock her out. Once Alice was unconscious. She tied her up. It hadn’t taken Ophelia long to find a gun Declan had hidden and a bottle of liquor. Alice obviously didn’t know Declan well enough, O had known exactly where everything would be.

She assumed at some point Declan would come home, he’d pissed Ophelia off for not coming after her and O knew she’d taken it too far but she couldn’t feel guilty in fact the thought of how pissed he’d be excited her. She sat on his counter, one leg crossed over the other, gun in her hand, waiting for Declan.


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Levi wasn’t entirely sure how she’d react or what she’d do. All he knew is that she deserved to know the truth and why’d he’d pushed her away. He wanted to be with her more than anything. He just knew that it would never work. Their lives as intertwined as they were, just never would match up and the thought alone killed him. The fact that he knew she’d been with Dean just by the bruising on her body that hadn’t been there back on the plane, killed him. He wished he’d have left Fiona and taken Micky away. There was no going back now though.

"I don't want you to leave her, you can't." she finally said breathing out a breath of smoke and he sighed because he figured this was her goodbye and he’d have to honor it. He’d have no choose and he was already thinking about moving hospitals. "But I don't want to give you up completely." she flicked her cigarette away and he took one last drag before he did the same.

He was relieved by her words as she climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her body closer to his as she kissed him and he couldn’t help but kiss back. They had the entire rest of the night together. He knew the night staff was shit, all they did was fuck each other and get high of the drugs, no one would assume anything and no one had seen him slip into Micky’s room. Her lips traced his jaw pulling him from his thoughts and making him groan.


"No one has to know about us." she whispered seductively, between kisses as her fingertips set fire to his chest as she ran them across his skin. He smirked wickedly it was like no time at all had passed between them. "We'll just have fun like we used to and then at night, you can go home. No one has to get hurt." she breathed as her lips came back to his and she kissed him deeply slipping her tongue past his lips.

He kissed her back hard and passionately. He was half tempted to pull away and save them both the pain and future fights. However he couldn’t, he needed her so bad that the thought of losing her was honestly sickening. He fisted his hand in her hair and kissed her hard before swiftly flipping her and laying her down on the bed. It felt incredible to be with her again, he felt alive and on fire. He wanted to be bad all over again. He loved her so much and he’d missed her so much that being with her again was beyond amazing. It was almost as if she was his wife who he’d thought died, it was like he was seeing her for the first time.

His hands moved along her body and slipped up past her skirt, past her panties as her rubbed between her legs first soft and then rough. He continued to kiss her hard, before his lips moved along her jaw and neck. He pulled away only for a moment to slip of her shirt and bra tossing it aside, before he was rubbing between her legs and his lips came down on her skin again moving slowly and teasingly along her skin.



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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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Kayla was afraid he'd push her away again because, if he did, there was nothing she could do. She'd probably say something cruel to hurt him and he'd leave and the whole night would be ruined. Thankfully, however, he didn't pull away. He kissed her back just as hard and Micky moaned deeply, loving the taste of his lips after so damn long.

When he kissed her, she didn't care that he had a wife and kid. In fact, if anything, it made it more exciting, knowing she was doing something she shouldn't be. She'd missed that danger more then she'd admit. It drove her crazy and lit her on fire, knowing what they were doing was wrong when it felt so damn good.

Levi fisted his hand in her again and she smirked wickedly against his lips as he flipped her quickly onto her back and climbed over her. A year had been way too long. She was more desperate for him then she could ever remember being and all they'd done was kiss. He ran his hands along her body, making her skin tingle, dying to feel his touch without her clothes.

Finally, Levi slipped his hand up her skirt and past her panties to touch her. He rubbed her softly at first and she let out a desperate noise before he started rubbing her harder and she started moaning breathlessly, loving his touch. He was the only guy who could get her to fall apart just by touching her. He continued to kiss her and she tried to concentrate on his lips, but it was hard with him touching her. He kissed her jaw and neck then, driving get crazy and making her close her eyes and tilt her head back, loving the way his lips felt against her skin.

He pulled away then for a second to pull off her shirt and bra before returning to kissing her skin and rubbing between her legs. Kayla's moans were breathless as she arched her hips against his touch. She'd missed the way only he could make her feel. It was better then anything she'd had for a year. Micky's hands moved quickly to loosen his tie and slip it off before unbuttoning his shirt, needing to feel his skin on hers.

She slipped his shirt off before smirking wickedly and flipping them so she was on top of him. She leaned over him, kissing him hard on the lips as she pressed her chest against his with a moan, loving the way it felt to have his body against hers again. "It's been too long." She breathed breathlessly against his lips as she kissed him and slipped her hand down into his pants to touch him, wanting to drive him as crazy as he drove her.




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Thankfully, Ophelia didn't come after him and perpetuate things. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with her bullshit. He loved her and wanted her back, but he couldn't have her back because, like alway, she was stubborn. She'd never admit she was wrong in leaving or that she missed him and still needed him. Even if he did first.

Things between them had to end or they'd only hurt each other. The him that she'd known may have played her games but the man Alice had turned her into refused to. Because the only way to stop her was to ignore her. As badly as he wanted her, he couldn't have her. It was over. He told himself that at least a hundred times as he drank his second bottle of whiskey.

After a long time drinking, he decided it was probably best not to spend the night there in his office. Alice was probably asleep anyway. If he showered and slipped quietly into bed next to her, she wouldn't even notice he'd been drunk. She'd just associate his grogginess the next morning with a late night at work.

His car wasn't in the lot. The note Alice had left him said she'd caught a ride home with a friend and left him the car, but he just assumed she'd changed her mind at the last minute. Besides, when he'd had too much to drink, he tended to drive aggressively so he probably shouldn't be driving. He caught a cab home, funding his car there like he'd expected before slipping inside with a sigh. He stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted Ophelia sitting on his counter with a gun in her hands. He couldn't even come up with a response, just stared blankly as he tried to make sense of it.




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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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It wasn’t long before Declan had walked through the door in clear shock and she couldn’t help but smirk. Ophelia was terrifying because she didn’t have a moral stopping point. She had no perception of when things went too far until someone ended up dead. She had no real intention of kill Alice or Declan, but with Ophelia she didn’t need intention she just needed fuel to add to her bitter fire. She held Declan’s eyes fearlessly she knew Declan had to think Alice was dead and if not dead seriously hurt.

“What’s wrong love, cat got your tongue?” she practically purred, her voice was both enticing and dark. She hoped of the counter, but she was so good at what she did it almost looked like she had floated off. She was clearly wearing Alice’s clothes, because it was far from Ophelia’s funeral, gothic style. She brought the gun up to her skin tapping it on the side of her face. “I told you Declan, I always win my games.” She said as if she’d killed Alice, she wanted to scare the shit out of him wanted to prove her hadn’t won.

Ophelia had Alice tied up and hidden in there closet. She’d gagged her so if she started screaming, Declan couldn’t hear her. Ophelia flipped on the kitchen lights, as she started to search the drawers sifting through them before finding an almost empty pack of cigarettes. She placed the cigarette between her black painted lips and pulled her hair to the side as she used the stove to light her cigarette. She turned it off leaning up against the counter. The gun still in one hand as she took a long drag off her cigarette. She glanced to Declan who by the look on his face, he seemed slightly dazed, like he was in a nightmare and trying to differentiate his dream from reality.

“It’s really me Declan.” She breathed out a breath of smoke. “Don’t worry she’s not dead.” O said simply. “I told you, I can make your life a living hell. Do you know how easy it was for me to get out of that hospital. How easy it would have been for me to kill her.” She shrugged. “I don’t think acting like an adult has much to do with it…do you?” she breathed throwing his words back at him. “Check mate.” She finally breathed, her words meaning she had the upper hand. She took one last drag off her cigarette before flicking it away fully intent on walking back to the hospital, because he didn’t mind going back. She made her way to the door, not bothering to tell him where Alice was figuring he’d find her.


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She was incredible her moans made his heart speed up, he loved that he could make her feel as good as she made him feel. That was how he knew he loved her, because when he fucked other girls it was fucking and trying to feel satisfied. With her all he wanted to do was make her feel satisfied he could care less about his own needs. He continued to rub between her as she started to unbutton his shirt and untie his tie before slipping both off. She flipped them then so she was on top, the wicked smirk on her lips driving him crazy.

She pressed her bare chest against his and the heat and electricity between them was undeniable. “It’s been too long.” She breathed against his lip and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning up and kissing her lips as she slipped her hand down his pants and started rubbing him. He let out deep, satisfied groan. Her touch was incredible, it him never want to leave her. Fiona was the farthest thing from his mind. He let her have the control for a little longer, enjoying himself before he knew he had to get rougher with her, to keep her wanting him.

He took a first full of her hair and jerked her head back roughly so she was looking him in the eyes a wicked smirk on his lips. “I’m going to make you forget him.” He breathed darkly referring to Dean. She’d instantly brought out the Levi that she knew, he knew though he’d have to keep himself under control this time. He flipped her onto her back and slipped off her skirt and panties tossing them aside before slipping off his on jeans and leaning over.


He kissed her lips hard, possessively almost. His lips moved along her skin slowly, making sure he was setting the pace and she knew he was the one in charge. His lips moved down her neck, along her collarbone, continuing down her body. His lips moving from one hip bone to the other before he pulled away from her and held her eyes. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pressing his chest down against her back, his lips against her ear.

“Only this time, I won’t make you tell me your mine.” He breathed darkly. “I’ll just make your thinking about me every time your fucking him.” His words were a promise as his lips moved along her shoulder blades before finally he started fucking her roughly.




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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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Kayla smirked against his lips when Levi let out a deep groan, clearly enjoying her touch. She liked that she could make him feel the way he made her feel and that he'd clearly missed her just as much as she'd missed him. She continued to touch him and trailed her lips along his skin, loving that she could be with him again. She wasn't even thinking of all the reasons why they shouldn't be fucking. All that mattered was that it felt so damn good.

After kissing and touching him for a while, Levi grabbed her hair in his fist and she smirked wickedly as he jerked her head back roughly. He held her tightly, so she couldn't move and she had to hold his eyes. The smirk on his lips made her shiver, knowing he was going to take control again and she loved that about him. He had to be the one in control. It drove her crazy. “I’m going to make you forget him.” He breathed darkly and she smirked and raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly who he was talking about. He wasn't an idiot, he knew she'd been with Dean and now the dangerous Levi that liked to push her around was back. The thought excited her.

He didn't give her time to react. Levi flipped her swiftly back onto her back and she smirked up at him as he pulled off her skirt and panties before sliding out of his own jeans and leaning over her. He brought his lips down on hers so hard, she shivered as she kissed him back. His lips on hers were possessive all over again, like no time at all had passed and she was his again. He started to kiss her skin then, slowing the pace down, driving her insane. Her breathing was quick and desperate as he kissed his way down her body, setting every inch of her skin on fire, making her want him so bad, it hurt to wait much longer.

Just when she was getting ready to rush him or beg, he pulled away and held her eyes for a split second before flipping her onto her stomach, making her smirk. He pressed his body down against hers, his chest against her back and she let out a deep moan, loving the way his body felt over hers. Micky was dying for him to fuck her, but he didn't just yet. He pressed his lips against her ear and she bit her lip hard, knowing he had something to say.

“Only this time, I won’t make you tell me you're mine.” He breathed darkly in her ear, making her shiver. “I’ll just make sure you're thinking about me every time you're fucking him.” His breathed so confidently, she couldn't help but moan. She knew that meant he was going to fuck her extremely hard and it made her that much more desperate for him to get on with it. He kissed her shoulder blades, making her squirm impatiently under him before finally he started fucking her hard.




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“What’s wrong love, cat got your tongue?” Ophelia practically purred, when he didn't respond. Her voice was smooth like velvet, but also dangerously dark. It honestly scared him because he knew, when Ophelia was dark like that, she had the potential to do anything. He wasn't afraid for his own life. Honestly, if she killed him, he would deserve it anyway. He was worried about Alice though. He didn't put it past her to kill Alice and, even if he didn't love Alice, he knew she didn't deserve to die.

He watched as she hopped off the counter, not missing the fact that she was in Alice's clothes. She pressed the gun against the side of her face and his jaw clenched, wishing she'd just put the gun down. “I told you Declan, I always win my games.” She said, making his jaw clench tighter. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't. Not yet. He just watched her as she dug through his drawers and found herself a pack of cigarettes, lighting one on the stove before leaning on the counter.

“It’s really me Declan. Don’t worry she’s not dead.” O said simply and he sighed, able to tell by her tone that he could believe her. “I told you, I can make your life a living hell. Do you know how easy it was for me to get out of that hospital. How easy it would have been for me to kill her.” She shrugged, clearly trying to prove a point. “I don’t think acting like an adult has much to do with it…do you? Check mate.” She finally breathed, and he rolled his eyes, pissed.

She made her way towards the door, but he wasn't letting he's get away so fast. He wanted to knock her down a peg or two. He grabbed her arm roughly, so tight he knew if would leave a nasty bruise. Declan whirled her to face him and yanked her close, ripping the gun from her hand before she could do anything. "You think you're hot shit, don't you Ophelia." He smirked darkly, holding her eyes. "You're not fooling anyone babe, you're just a broken little girl." He hissed, yanking her even closer.

"I can make your life hell too you know." He spat, glaring at her. "I can put you on solitary and keep you so doped up you won't even be able to hold a fork without help." He hissed, raising an eyebrow. "If you ever cons back here again, I'll make sure they lock you up so tight, you'll never leave your fucking room." He spat, shoving her towards the door, not wanting to be around her bitterness anymore. "Now get the fuck out of my house." He spat like he wanted nothing to do with her, raising an eyebrow.




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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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Ophelia knew all too well that coming that Alice was a soft spot for Declan. He may not love her anymore, but that didn’t change who she was to him. She was still his wife and that still held a certain higher standing then being the other women. That was partly the reason O could never fully let him in, because there would always be Alice. He grabbed her arm roughly whirling her back to face him and his grip was so tight her skin burned under his grip and not because of his touch. She could already feel the bruise forming, however she reminded fearless as she held his eyes.

"You think you're hot shit, don't you Ophelia." He smirked darkly holding her eyes, the gun now in his hand. Her jaw clenched as she held his eyes with her own dark ones, her eyes full of hatred. "You're not fooling anyone babe, you're just a broken little girl." he hissed his words, jerking her closer with his grip.

They’d fought a million times before, his words had never really hurt. Only this time was different. His eyes weren’t faded and he wasn’t intoxicated. He was sober and he meant what he was saying. She knew she was broken, but no one went around pointing it out, somehow hearing it out loud coming from him, felt like she’d stabbed her in the chest and she couldn’t help but wince wanting him to stop.

"I can make your life hell too you know. I can put you on solitary and keep you so doped up you won't even be able to hold a fork without help." He hissed, raising a brow and as badly as she wanted to look away she held his eyes proving to him he didn’t scare her. "If you ever cons back here again, I'll make sure they lock you up so tight, you'll never leave your fucking room." He spat shoving her roughly towards the door like he couldn’t stand her and the bitterness in his voice pissed her off. Most girls would normally cry when someone hurt their feelings, Ophelia turned into a raging monster. "Now get the fuck out of my house." he spat.

Ophelia didn’t fight at first she turned like she was leaving, glancing over her shoulder as soon as he turned his back to her to walk away she moved quickly ripping the gun back from his grip and putting distance between them, aiming the gun at him this time, her finger applying pressure to the trigger and she had every intent to pull the trigger.

“You don’t have control of me anymore Declan…not full control.” She breathed a smirk on her black lips. “Dr. Wells, like fucking me too much to let you lock me away.” She said knowing the mention of the other doctor would piss him off. “You don’t know a damn thing about me…stop acting like you do.” She breathed her finger still on the trigger. “You know what I’m like in bed, you know how to fuck me and make me feel good.” She said simply. “But, you don’t really know me. You know what I’ve told you and what you’ve read in my file…that not the half of me babe.” She wanted so badly to pull the trigger but something was keeping her from doing it. She tossed the gun onto the counter.

“You think I don’t know I’m broken?” Her words were ordering almost. “Nice insult sweetheart at least I know what I am, you hide behind a fucked up perfect life. Your no better than I am your just as broken babe.” She spat. “Go fuck yourself…I’m done.” She


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They’d fucked for a long time, when Micky wanted to stop for drugs he didn’t let her. He pushed her and pushed her. He fucked her probably harder then he should have. It was incredible. He’d slept with his wife since Micky had left but it was nothing like being with Mickaela. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until he was with her. He desperately wished he hadn’t have messed up so bad that he couldn’t have her outside the wall of the hospital. He wanted to stay the night with her, every night.

He sighed when she finally rolled off him. He pulled her to his chest. He let the silence fall between them for a long moment as he heard nurses start to walk the halls, knowing he had to leave soon. He lit himself a cigarette taking a long drag off of it before placing it between her lips.

“I missed you so fucking much babe.” He breathed out a breath of smoke. “I love you Kayla and I know you don’t believe me.” He said glancing to her. “I’d take everything back to have you on the outside again.” He said honestly. “Listen I know you’re going to fuck around with Dean and I can’t stop you from doing that…” he sighed sitting up and running his fingers through his hair, quickly slipping back into the man Fiona knew. “I just wish you wouldn’t.” he shrugged as he stood up.

He grabbed his clothes slipping back into them, trying to make it look more like he’d been talking with her then fucking her. He pulled out his cell phone having several missed calls from Fiona, before reading a text from her that said he’d missed Ashlynn’s dance recital. “Shit.” He breath running his fingers back through his hair again. He walked back across the room kissing her forehead.

“I’ve gotta go…I hate doing this to you.” He sighed. More than anything he hated leaving her right after sleeping with her because he knew it made her feel the same way as every other guy had. He felt like shit because it made him no better than the guys her brother had sold her to. “I’m sorry.” He whispered holding her eyes.



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The two of them fucked for a long time. It was amazing, being with him again. She'd missed him way more then she'd ever admit and now that they'd fucked, she was hooked on him all over again. Levi hadn’t let her stop for anything, not even drugs. He'd forced her to keep going until her body couldn't take it anymore. He'd fucked her harder then anyone had fucked her in a year and it had been absolutely incredible. She hadn't wanted it to end, but eventually, she couldn't go any longer.

When they were finally finished, he pulled her to his chest and she let him, trying to compose herself and catch her breath. She hadn't been so sore, tired, and out of breath in a long time. He lit a cigarette and she closed her eyes and sighed, wishing like hell they could stay like that. She wished she was his reality, not his wife and daughter, but she knew she couldn't be. Besides, she'd been the one who'd left him. She didn't really have a right to complain about the fact that he'd tried to move on.

Kayla sighed when he placed the cigarette between her lips. Even knowing he had to leave soon, after everything they'd just done, she felt better then she had in a year so she smirked as she took a long drag off the cigarette. “I missed you so fucking much babe.” Levi breathed out a breath of smoke and she sighed. She'd missed him too, she just wouldn't admit it. “I love you Kayla and I know you don’t believe me. I’d take everything back to have you on the outside again.” He said honestly and she closed her eyes and took another drag from the cigarette. It sucked to hear him say he loved her knowing he still had a wife and daughter to go home to but when he left, she had no one.

“Listen I know you’re going to fuck around with Dean and I can’t stop you from doing that…” He sighed and she glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. The Levi she knew wouldn't ask her politely not to fuck around. He'd order her not to. “I just wish you wouldn’t.” He shrugged and she watched him stand. She wished she could promise him she'd stay away from Dean, but she couldn't. She knew she'd go back to Dean. Not only because Dean had shit hanging over her head that he was threatening her with, but because she knew it would bother Levi. As badly as she wanted him to be hers, he couldn't and she knew that, but it would still irritate her so she'd fuck Dean to get back at Levi for something he couldn't control because she was a bitch.

Micky sat up and watched him pull his clothes back on before checking his phone and cursing under his breath. Clearly, his wife was looking for him and she sighed, knowing that meant he had to leave her. Levi walked back over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead and Micky closed her eyes, enjoying it. “I’ve gotta go…I hate doing this to you.” He sighed, reluctant to leave and she was glad that he was hesitant and not rushing out the door. “I’m sorry.” He whispered holding her eyes.

Kayla just shrugged like it didn't bother her, not wanting him to feel guilty for something that wasn't his fault. "It's okay." She breathed and sat up on her knees, pulling herself close to him and kissing him hard. "I understand." She breathed against his lips, kissing him one more time before pulling away. "You should go before the nurses show up." She sighed, taking one last drag off her cigarette before flicking it away and standing, pulling her clothes back on tiredly.




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Declan sighed when Ophelia turned and he turned away too. He was dreading going and letting Alice out because he knew he'd finally have to come clean and explain everything to her, but it wasn't like he could just leave her tied up and avoid it altogether. He had to tell her everything because clearly, his involvement with Ophelia was putting her in danger. If she left him, she left him. He couldn't stop her and honestly, he kind of wished she would. She didn't deserve all the shit he put her through. If she stayed with him, she was either really in love with him or an idiot.

Before he'd even made it around the corner, however, Declan felt her rip the gun from his hand again and he sighed, turning to see her pointing it at him. He just stood calmly and held her eyes. He wasn't afraid of her. “You don’t have control of me anymore Declan…not full control.” She breathed, smirking, and he rolled his eyes. “Dr. Wells, likes fucking me too much to let you lock me away.” She said and he just raised an eyebrow. If he had her locked away to where only her doctors could see her, Dr. Wells could have all the time with her he wanted. He was willing to bet he'd probably like it more then she realized.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me…stop acting like you do. You know what I’m like in bed, you know how to fuck me and make me feel good.” She said simply and be wished she'd stop. “But, you don’t really know me. You know what I’ve told you and what you’ve read in my file…that not the half of me babe.” She said and he couldn't help but wince because that hurt. Saying he didn't know anything about her outside of the bedroom was like saying their relationship hadn’t been anything but sex.

“You think I don’t know I’m broken? Nice insult sweetheart at least I know what I am, you hide behind a fucked up perfect life. Your no better than I am your just as broken babe.” She spat and he winced, his jaw clenching as he looked away. “Go fuck yourself…I’m done.” She spat and he sighed. Declan wanted to just leave it at that, but he couldn't. He grabbed her again and pulled her close.

This time, he didn't yell at her. He kissed her hard on the lips, almost like he was apologizing for all the shit he'd put her through, before releasing her and taking a step back. As much as letting her go hurt, he had to. She couldn't be his. It was no use fighting with her because nothing would change. "Fine." He shrugged, defeated. "You win, you won't have to see me anymore." He sighed deeply, glancing away from her. "I'll have you placed under only Dr. Wells's care tomorrow if that's what you want." He breathed, pretending like it hadn't hurt to say even though it made him physically sick to even think about.




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He pulled her close and she figured he’d slap her. Instead though he kissed her heard. The kiss was apologetic, but he was also giving up and she could taste the defeat on his lips as much as she used to be able to taste the liquor on his lips. She wasn’t sure what it was about the kiss that took her breath away, not in a good way. It was the kind of breathless that someone being stabbed or shot experienced. He was letting her go and she’d never hated herself so much.

"Fine." he shrugged in that one word no matter how much he tried to hide it she could hear ever bit of pain and torment she’d caused him. "You win, you won't have to see me anymore." he sighed deeply and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, to keep herself from crying and graveling. “I'll have you placed under only Dr. Wells's care tomorrow if that's what you want." he said the words like he wasn’t hurt and she sighed.

She’d finally done it. Finally pushed him completely away like she’d done to everyone else in her life. Declan giving up was proof enough to her that she was exactly what ever doctor before him had said. She was a lost cause. She swallowed hard, choking back pain and tears, setting the gun on the counter.

“Good.” She breathed coldly. “That’s exactly what I want.” She said trying to cover her own pain with bitterness. “She’s in the closet…just tell her….you pissed me off.” She said simply before turning and slipping out the door. It was lie she didn’t want Dr. Wells treating her, she just wanted Declan. There was no point though, she was so fucked up all she did was push him away and play head games he couldn’t win.

The walk back to the hospital was filled with suicidal thoughts all over again. Her alones only fueled the thoughts. His words You win, were on repeat in her head. She loved Declan and all she wanted was for him to be happy, Before they’d met he wasn’t miserable…he pretended he was happy and O knew what she had to do. She had to go through with it this time. Slipping back into the hospital was harder than getting out but she’d managed. On the way back to her room she swiped a few strong drugs and a box cutter.

Once her nurse brought her, her morning medication she sat on her bed and popped way to many pills, before she started to write. A letter addressed to Mickeala, that was it. Finally she took the box cutter and started carving deeply into her arm, by that time the medication had her so numb she could feel how deep she was going. She laid back onto the bed, watching the white sheets turn red. Her eye glanced to the door as Dr. Wells came in, the smirk on his face turning shocked for only a moment before she heard his voice, as close as he was it sounded far away, screaming for help.


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She shrugged like him leaving didn’t bother her and he wanted to believe her, but the nagging in the back of his mind that he was an ass hole for leaving her wouldn’t let him. "It's okay." she breathed as she sat up on her lips pulling him close and kissing him hard. He kissed her back just as hard smirking against her lips. "I understand." she breathed against his lips before kissing him again and as good as her kiss felt he still felt guilty. "You should go before the nurse’s show up." she sighed, causing him to sigh as well as he slipped out of her room thankfully there was no one in the halls, however the sky was light which meant he’d spent the whole night with her.

He’d slipped out of Micky’s room just in time to past Dr. Wells in the hospital. The two didn’t even acknowledge each other. It was only moments later as Levi waited for the elevator to take him to ground level, that the emergency alarm went off. The white lights on the walls going off as nurses rushed past. He raised a brow as he walked back to see what the commotion was in the hall. He wasn’t aware that it was even Ophelia’s room. He shrugged simply thinking it was another patient.

Once he got home, Fiona was waiting for him. Ashlynn had thankfully gone to school. Levi already knew they were going to fight by the look on her face. “You were with her. Weren’t you?” Fiona asked Levi rolled his eyes exhausted from spending the night with Mickaela. He slipped up the stairs. “Levi!” she screamed following him up the stairs.

Him and Fiona had of course gotten into a fight, but he refused to admit that he was with Mickaela. There fighting had gotten fairly violent when Fiona started throwing things at him. Eventually she’d had to get ready for work and she left pissed, they hadn’t resolved anything. He was about to pass out, finally having his first day off in over a month before his phone buzzed. It was an emergency and they needed him back at the hospital. He’d only been home and hour before he was back in his car and headed back to the hospital.

In his office he was seeing patient after patient, most of them blurred into each other because he was so exhausted. Finally he’d managed to get a break and he put on his classical music, it felt like he hadn’t listened to in ages, before sitting back down at his desk and flipping through Mickaela’s file she was his next patient, only he didn’t get very far before he fell asleep on his desk.



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Micky watched Levi leave before letting out a long sigh and sinking back down to her bed. She was utterly exhausted. Her whole body was sore and she was weak and tired from spending a whole day fucking Dean and then all night fucking Levi. As my much as she hated sleep, she knew she had to or she wouldn't be able to make it through the day. So she let herself fall asleep, only it was pretty short lived.

She only got to sleep for a few hours before she woke from a nightmare, covered in sweat with tears staining her cheeks. Thankfully this time she hadn't woken screaming and alerted any nurses, but she was still pretty shaken from it. She was tired as fuck, but she refused to go back to sleep after that nightmare. Instead, she grabbed the bag of coke Dean had given her the night before. She cut it into lines on her nightstand before snorting enough to keep her from getting tired again for a long time.

After snorting some of it, Micky quickly stashed what was left of the coke before sitting on her bed. She had nothing to do but think and it was driving her insane. All she could think about was Levi. Her mind was spinning in circles over him thinking about everything from how great the sex was to the fact that he now had a daughter he had to take care of. Thinking of his daughter hurt like hell. It honestly made her feel guilty for what she'd done with Levi because she knew, if things got out of hand again, this time, it wasn't just Levi's career and marriage on the line. That little girl would get caught in the crossfire and it would be her fucking fault.

Still, she couldn't talk herself into giving him up because he meant to much to her. Without him, she was absolutely miserable and she was so tired of being miserable. It was making her crazy, to sit there and think about how complicated her relationship with Levi had suddenly become. So, even though she knew she was going to hate herself and it was a fucking horrible idea, she slipped out of her room and went and saw Dean.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to know that she'd spent the whole night fucking Levi so, for the first time in a while, they didn't have anything to fight about. They fucked, but she couldn't get Levi out of her head, even in bed with Dean. She'd accidentally moaned Levi's name instead of Dean's and shit took an ugly turn after that.

She left his room with a black eye and bloody nose, feeling like shit. Kayla was wearing his shirt as she made her way down the hall towards the shower room. There, she winced at her reflection in the mirror, tenderly poking her black eye before deciding to shower. It felt good, to be clean again. There was no longer dried blood on her face from her bloody nose and she didn't smell like a combination of sweat and sex.

She wished she could see Ophelia, but she didn't even know what room she was in or if she'd be there. Besides, Micky was a little nervous about seeing her friend again after fucking Levi. The last time she'd seen Ophelia, she'd been telling her to stay strong and not let Levi get to her. If Ophelia knew she was fucking him again, she'd be angry and disappointed with her and Micky really didn't want to deal with it.

She wasn't really sure what to do with herself. If she went to see Levi, he'd see her black eye and know she'd been with Dean. If she went and saw Dean, he'd taunt her and make her feel like shit. If she went and saw Ophelia, she'd probably just get pissed at her for getting back with Levi. In the end, she sighed and went to see Levi because she couldn't get him out of her head anyway.

She stopped by her room first to change so that she wasn't just wearing Dean's shirt. She slipped into a simple sundress and brushed through her wet hair before heading to Levi's office. Kayla waited at the door to see if she could hear voices, not wanting to walk in on him and a patient. She couldn't hear anything though so she didn't bother knocking. She just slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

Micky smirked when she found him laying with his face on his desk, asleep. Clearly, he hadn't gotten much sleep because they'd been up all night. She slipped over to his desk and sat in the chair on the other side of it, pulling her wet hair to one shoulder before she leaned forward in her seat and nudged him awake. "Did I really wear you out that bad?" She smirked, raising an eyebrow as she looked him over.




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As soon as Declan glanced at Ophelia, he wished he could take it all back. She was pretending not to care, but he knew he'd hurt her badly. Her eyes were filled with tears she wouldn't let fall and he knew it took a lot to make Ophelia cry. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, hating himself. He hated hurting her. He knew she thought it was because he'd given up on her and he knew that had to feel awful, but he wasn't sure what else to do.

He was hurt too. It was impossibly hard to let her go. It hurt worse then anything he'd ever done, but he felt like it was all he could do. He was so damn tired of fighting her. It was exhausting, fighting so hard for her love all the time. He just couldn't do it anymore because, as hard as he tried to make her happy and make her realize she was safe and loved when she was with him, he felt like he just could never win.

She'd never believe him when he said he loved her, no matter how many times he said it. She would always get bored of him and fuck other guys no matter how hard he tried to entertain her. And, eventually, she'd always jump ship and run no matter how hard he tried to earn her trust. They would just never work together because they were both just too broken. He'd do nothing but hurt her and she'd do nothing but hurt him.

"Good.” Ophelia breathed coldly, pulling him from his thoughts. He focused his eyes on her and he could tell she didn't mean it. She was hurt, but she was trying to hide it. “That’s exactly what I want. She’s in the closet…just tell her….you pissed me off.” She said simply before turning and slipping out the door, leaving him alone. Declan sighed before going to get Alice.

She wasn't conscious, so he untied her and lay her in bed, giving him time to gather his thoughts and figure out what to tell her when she woke. Ophelia had told him to lie and, as badly as he wanted to, he couldn't. He owed it to both Alice and Ophelia to finally come clean. Alice's life had been in danger and his constant lying to Alice was only hurting Ophelia. He was sick of all the secrecy.

So, when she woke up panicked and demanding to know what the hell had happened, he told her the truth. All of it. It had been a hard conversation, though honestly, it hadn't even been half as hard as letting Ophelia go. After coming clean, she, of course, was hurt and angry. She cried and screamed at him and he just took it until, eventually, she kicked him out of the house, claiming she never wanted to see him again.

In one night, her given up two women. He wasn't sure if him and Alice would make it through. She might rethink things once she simmered down, but on the other hand, she might really never want to see him again. He was exhausted and emotionally drained to say the least. He really had nowhere to go so he just took his car and drove up to the cabin. It wasn't his cabin, it was Levi's, but it hadn't been used since the girls had left so he knew it'd be empty.

Declan passed out on the couch and didn't wake until morning when he got a call saying the needed him at the hospital immediately. There was a problem with Ophelia. They wouldn't tell him much more then that, so naturally, he instantly assumed the worst. He got in his car right away and headed straight for the hospital.

When he got there, he found out that Ophelia had tried to kill herself and instantly, he felt like total shit, knowing it was his fault. He hadn't even hesitated. As soon as he learned what had happened, he went to her hospital room. She wasn't in one of the residential rooms anymore, she was laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to equipment to keep her alive. She'd lost a lot of blood and nearly died, but they told her she'd been found right in time. By Dr. Wells. Of course he'd been there when Declan wasn't.

Suddenly, he felt even worse, but he went into her room and sat next to her bed anyway because he needed to see her and know she was okay. He took a seat in the little chair next to her and sighed. Her eyes were closed so he couldn't tell if she was asleep or not an he rested his head against the bed next to her, not sure what to do or say to her. He sat up and took her hand gently in his. She was extremely pale. "I'm sorry Ophelia." He breathed softly, because he wasn't sure what else to say or if she was even awake.




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Ophelia had been in and out of consciousness the entire time she was rushed to the ICU wing of the hospital. She could literally feel herself slipping away. She’d heard Dr. Wells yelling, thought his voice seemed distant, that she’d sliced a major blood vessel that had her bleeding out faster than they could stop. She’d lost consciousness then. When she’d opened her eyes again, they had an oxygen mask on her, while they worked at stitching up her wrists.

Then she’d blacked out again and she was almost positive that was it, she was finally dying and there was nothing that could be done about it. The worst part was, she wasn’t scared, she was content. She was ready. All she saw and all she thought about was Declan, he was a pleasant thought to die to. However, she hadn’t died and she had to admit she was disappointed when she’d woken up and Dr. Wells was at her bed side instead of Declan. His hand was resting on top the IV that was placed in the top of her hand.

He didn’t seem to realize she’d woken up and so she kept her eyes closed, because she didn’t want to deal with whatever he was going to say to her. She desperately wished that it was Declan. She doubted though that if Dr. Wells had anything to do with it, Declan wouldn’t find out or she even figured maybe he hadn’t cared enough to come. At some point she’d fallen asleep again. Her body was insanely weak and the medication that had her kept her conscious enough to keep her from slipping into a coma, while they also kept her drugged up enough to not be able to tell the difference from the dreams she’d been having in and out of sleep and reality.

"I'm sorry Ophelia." She heard Declan’s voice but she kept her eyes closed because she wasn’t entirely sure it was even him. Finally she willed her eye open with what strength she had to see him sitting next to her. They’d removed the oxygen mask and replaced it with small oxygen tubes, though her throat burned and felt rare, she tried her best to speak.

“So…am…I.” her voice was quiet and raspy. “But…I’m only…sorry that,” she coughed before groaning in pain. “I’m still alive.” She finished her words even through the pain and rareness of her voice were brutally honest. “Go home.” She breathed weakly.


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He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out but he felt a nudge before he heard her voice. "Did I really wear you out that bad?" Micky’s voice registered to him and he sat up with a yawn rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He nodded as he smirked at her running his fingers through his hair as he tried to wake up. He was still extremely exhausted. He opened up the drawer of his desk and pulled a bottle of liquor out taking a swig of it to help wake him up. The whisky burned down his throat, but he didn’t flinch in fact he enjoyed the burn as he pushed it towards her.

He was still half asleep, but he was awake enough to realize that she was high off of something as he lit himself a cigarette. He had to fight the urge to ask her to go get whatever she’d taken, so he could have some to make him forget how shit his life was and how complicated his relationship was with Mickaela. He blew out a breath of smoke as he held her eyes, sinking into his chair making himself at home as if they were just a normal couple, like he was in their home office and she’d woken him up because he had been up all night simply doing paper work. Like they were the perfect boring married couple.

“Yeah, you always wear me out babe.” Taking another drag off his cigarette. “You should know that by now.” He said with a wicked smirk on his lips as he blew out a breath of smoke, sleep still heavy in his voice. His eyes running over her, realizing for the first time that she hadn’t had a black eye when he’d left her last night and he sighed.

He really, really didn’t want to fight. Fighting was the reason he had fallen asleep in his office and the reason Fiona had left with a slam of the door that shook the windows in their new and expensive home. He sighed as he lend forward taking a final drag off his cigarette before putting it out. He blew the smoke slowly out the corner of his lips like he was trying to figure out the right words to say, something that wouldn’t piss her off.

“I know I didn’t give that shiner to you Kayla?” he breathed his eyes and his voice serious and stern but not cruel. “He keeps touching you like that…I’m going to fuck him up.” he was dead serious holding her eyes and leaning forward making sure she understood. He wasn’t stupid, he knew she’d fucked him. He knew tell her not to fuck him would only make her want to do it, pretending he didn’t care that she messed with someone else, seemed like the only way he might win her.

“I’m killed guy a million times more dangerous than him Kay. He’s a kid, I’m an adult, I will beat the fuck out of him and you can tell him I said that.” He said keeping her gaze. “He can force you to make you say you’re his, I get it…your trying to keep him happy.” He shrugged leaning back in his chair. “But, you and I both know who owns you…the same way we both know that even though I go home to my fucked up life every night…you own me.” He breathed.

Levi wouldn’t admit to a girl owning him in a million years. He used to run in a world where women owned nothing, they were owned, sold, bought, and treated like shit. Women didn’t own their men, the pleasured their men and were eye candy, meant to be gawked at and auctioned for the right price. Yet, Levi had just let Micky know that she completely owned him. He’d do anything for her, what they had was real and it was his way of saying he’d always be hers no matter what.



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Micky watched him wake up slowly, leaning back in his seat and searching through his drawer. He pulled out a bottle of liquor and she smirked and watched him drink some before he pushed it towards her. Micky took it gladly, taking a long brink from the bottle before bringing her eyes back to him. He lit himself a cigarette and blew out the smoke casually as his eyes took her in and she took another drink of the liquor to avoid his gaze.

“Yeah, you always wear me out babe.” Levi breathed, taking another drag off his cigarette and she smirked, glad he hadn't said anything about her eye. At least not yet. “You should know that by now.” He said with a wicked smirk on his lips that made her want him badly. His eyes ran over again and she winced and glanced away, knowing from his expression that this time, he'd seen her black eye.

It was silent for an agonizingly long time. She could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully and she wondered if they were going to fight about it. Usually, she could tell when he was angry because his temper was explosive, but this time, he was unnervingly calm so she wasn't sure what that meant. She almost preferred for him to be angry with her because at least then she knew what he was thinking.

“I know I didn’t give that shiner to you Kayla?” Levi finally breathed sternly and she bit her lip and turned her eyes down to her lap. “He keeps touching you like that…I’m going to fuck him up.” He said so seriously, she looked at him and held his eyes as he leaned forward, wanting her to know he meant what he said. “I’ve killed guys a million times more dangerous than him Kay. He’s a kid, I’m an adult, I will beat the fuck out of him and you can tell him I said that.” He said keeping her gaze and she sighed because she couldn't tell Dean that. Dean couldn't know she was fucking Levi.

“He can force you to make you say you’re his, I get it…you're trying to keep him happy.” He shrugged leaning back in his chair and she bit her lip as she watched him. It surprised her, that he wasn't pissed about her fucking Dean. He was more pissed that Dean had hit her. “But, you and I both know who owns you…the same way we both know that even though I go home to my fucked up life every night…you own me.” He breathed and she shivered slightly as she held his eyes.

He was right. As much as she denied it, he owned her. They'd only fucked once and already, she was his again and they both knew it. Micky smirked, liking that he'd said that she owned him too. She wasn't just his, he was also hers. They belonged to each other and she knew that was hard for him to admit. Kayla stood and walked around his desk, climbing into his lap with a wicked smirk, straddling him.

She kissed his lips hard with a moan, loving the way it felt to kiss him. "I'm sorry baby." She breathed into the kiss, apologizing for fucking Dean even though he hadn't really yelled at her for it and she knew she'd do it again. She started to trail her lips along his jaw and neck, kissing his skin slowly and seductively as her fingertips ran down the front of his shirt. "He hit me..." she breathed slowly between kisses, smirking wickedly against his skin, "because I moaned your name while he was fucking me." She whispered in his ear with a dark smirk, unbuttoning a few of his shirt buttons and loosening his tie so she could kiss his chest.




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Declan sighed when she lay silently. He was going to sit back in his chair and wait for her to wake, assuming she was asleep, but she opened her eyes after a moment and he sighed, looking at her. He felt awful. He could see the pain in her eyes and he knew he'd put it there. He just wanted to erase it somehow, but he felt entirely helpless because he had no idea how. He'd fucked up big time and he wasn't sure he could fix it.

“So…am…I.” She said, voice raspy, clearly struggling to talk. “But…I’m only…sorry that,” Ophelia paused to cough painfully and he winced. “I’m still alive.” She finished making him feel awful. “Go home.” She breathed weakly and Declan wasn't sure what to do. Above all, he didn't want to cause her anymore pain so he was tempted to leave, figuring that was what she wanted.

He decided against it though. Giving up was what had put her on that hospital bed. He wasn't about to do it again. Declan ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his seat, keeping his eyes on her. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but he couldn't find the words and he knew he never would. There weren't words for how much he loved her and needed her in his life.

"I'm not leaving." He shrugged simply, refusing to go. "Besides, even if I wanted to, u couldn't go home. I've got no home to go back to." He sighed honestly. "I told Alice the truth and she kicked me out." He told her, keeping his eyes on her and reaching out, taking her hand again. "I'm not leaving you O." He breathed gently with a sigh. "I won't give up on you. I need you too much." He said softly, hoping she'd believe him, but doubting she would.




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She just wanted him to leave. She hadn’t been left alone since they’d found her in her room she knew that much. She knew they wouldn’t trust her again, alone for a long time. She wanted him to leave though so in the split second that he left and someone else came in to watch over her, she could rip the stiches from at least on wrist and pull the IV from her hand. She knew though when he lend back in his chair, he wasn’t leaving and she closed her eyes clenching her jaw.

"I'm not leaving." he shrugged and she turned her head to the side opening her eyes so she could see him. "Besides, even if I wanted to, u couldn't go home. I've got no home to go back to. I told Alice the truth and she kicked me out." he breathedas he reached out taking her hand and her first instinct was to pull away but she was too weak. She wished he hadn’t told Alice…because she was the only good thing he had in his life. She knew him well enough to know that he’d say she was the best thing in his life. But all Ophelia was, was bad for him, no matter how much he needed her. Needing someone and being good for someone were two different things.

"I'm not leaving you O." he breathed gently with a sighed and she honestly would have preferred him to yell at her, because she wasn’t so used to seeing him so calm. "I won't give up on you. I need you too much." he breathed and she could tell there was the slightest hint of doubt in his voice, rightfully so. Ophelia struggled with believing him, there was a burning in her pride, that wouldn’t let her believe him.

It was silent for a long time. She didn’t exactly know what to say to him. Anything she could think of was cruel and bitter, because that’s who she was, it was who she as always going to be. The one thing that continued to tear them apart, was the only thing she couldn’t change and she knew he couldn’t change. She was almost to the point of begging him to forget about her, because as much as she honestly loved him, she couldn’t love him like he needed her to. She’d always hurt him.

“Baby…” she started like she was getting ready to tel him to leave. She sighed, wincing before adjusting herself in bed. “You are the stupidest person I’ve ever met.” She breathed managing to speak a little easier when her voice was no more than a whisper. “Alice was good for you.” She breathed. “I wasn’t offing myself to make you feel guilty…” she said honestly. “I was offing myself because I knew you’d never move on if I was still alive.” She said closing my eyes. “I’m tired of hurting you…and, I’ll never change. I’m so fucking broken.” She breathed choking back tears.


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And just like that, Levi had won. He’d known how to play Mickaela before, but now he knew how to win her, passive aggressiveness and pretending her didn’t care. He knew that she was used to having the attention and when she didn’t get attention it pissed her off. The same way it pissed her off if she got too much attention and you tried to control her. Levi had however found just the right about of rejection and attention. It was the key to success in keeping her, his and possibly keeping her from steeping out on him so much.

She stood up and he watched her walk around his desk to climb into his lap straddling him and he raised a brow, the slightest smirk on his face. He didn’t wrap his arms around her waist though, in fact he barely kissed back when she kissed him hard on the lips, moaning. He pretend to only be a little interested, knowing it would make her work that much hard.

"I'm sorry baby." She breathed into the kiss, but he didn’t seem impressed by her apology. He let her lips move along his jaw and neck, still his hand weren’t around her waist or even touching her. Her fingertips running down the front of his shirt and he had to fight back a groan, because despite the fact they’d literally just finished fucking a few hours ago, it felt like she hadn’t touch him in years. "He hit me..." she breathed slowly between kisses and he listened to her, trying to concentrate on her words. "Because I moaned your name while he was fucking me." She whispered and her smirked wickedly, one arm finally wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer.

She started unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie as she kissed his chest but he grabbed her writs roughly stopping her, with his free hand while his other hand moved slowly, and teasingly up her body fisting his hand in her hair tightly as he pulled her lips to his kissing her hard. He slipped his tongue past her lips. He wrapped the arm that had stopped her wrists around her waist standing up and setting her onto his desk, effortlessly, never breaking their kiss.

He pulled her lips from his with his grip on her fiery red hair. His eyes as he held hers were wild and full of danger and he had nothing but a small drink of liquor in his system. “Well then, I guess you deserved that slap...mean I’m doing something right.” He breathed darkly. He lifted her then just enough to slip off her pants and toss them away. He stuck his index finger and index finger in his mouth before pulling them out and pushing back her panties, waiting no time taunting her by rubbing her between her legs, instead sticking both fingers inside her. Holding her eyes with a wicked smirk on his lips as her moved his hand quickly, pulling her lips back to his, his grip still tight on her hair.



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Levi was hardly responding to her kiss and it drove her crazy. She knew he was doing it on purpose because he wanted to make her work for it, but she had to admit, it was working. Him taunting her by acting like he wasn't interested in her only made her that much more desperate for his affection. She'd do anything for his attention and she hated that he'd just figured that out, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. He had control of her.

Before she could get his shirt completely undone, Levi grabbed her wrists roughly, stopping her, making her raise an eyebrow at him. His other hand started to move slowly up her body and she closed her eyes and let out a deep moan, loving the way it felt to have his hands all over her, wanting more. He grabbed her hair tightly in his fist and she smirked as he kissed her hard, loving the taste of his lips, kissing him back eagerly, her high making the kiss that much more intense.

Levi lifted her as he kissed her and placed her on his desk, making her smirk before he pulled on her hair and yanked her lips away from his. Micky bit her lip hard as she held his eyes. The look in his eyes was intense and extremely dangerous, making her want him so bad it hurt. “Well then, I guess you deserved that slap...means I’m doing something right.” He breathed darkly and she let out a desperate noise, wanting him to stop talking and kiss her again.

Levi lifted her a little then and she smirked as he slipped off her jeans and tossed them aside. She held his eyes, heart pounding rapidly in her chest as he stuck two fingers in his mouth. She knew he was going to touch her and the anticipation was killing her even though it only took a second for him to take his fingers from his mouth and reach down to touch her. Levi pushed her panties aside and Kayla bit her lip hard when, instead of rubbing her, he stuck his fingers inside her. He held her eyes as he did it, smirking wickedly and sending a shiver through her whole body.

He kissed her hard on the lips and Micky tried to concentrate on the kiss, but it was hard with what he was doing to her. She was absolutely breathless and her moans were fast and desperate as she arched her body against him, wanting more. "Fuck Levi." Micky moaned breathlessly, a shudder running through her as kissed his jaw and neck, placing quick, hot kisses on his skin. She reached out and started to undo the buttons of his shirt again quickly, but clumsily because she couldn't quite concentrate.




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It was quiet between them for a long time and he had a bad feeling she was going to push him away, like she always did, he just wished she wouldn't. He needed her, no matter how horrible they were for each other. His life just wasn't complete without her. When she wasn't around, he felt like he was suffocating because he needed her to survive. He wished she could understand that.

“Baby…” She started and he let out a deep sigh as she adjusted herself in the bed. He had a bad feeling he knew what was coming and he wished she'd just stop because he didn't want to hear her push him away. “You are the stupidest person I’ve ever met.” She breathed, voice soft. “Alice was good for you.” She breathed and Declan rolled his eyes. He didn't care if Alice was good for him or not.

Quite honestly, he didn't care if he never saw Alice again at that point. All that mattered now was that Ophelia was laying in a hospital bed because she'd tried to kill herself. “I wasn’t offing myself to make you feel guilty…” she said honestly. “I was offing myself because I knew you’d never move on if I was still alive. I’m tired of hurting you…and, I’ll never change. I’m so fucking broken.” Ophelia breathed.

Declan could tell she was close to tears and he shook his head and sighed, squeezing her hand. He stood for a moment and kissed her lips gently, letting her know with his kiss just how much he loved her before he sat back in his seat next to her, still holding her hand. "I don't want you to change, I'd never ask you to change." He breathed honestly, holding her eyes. "I don't want to move on either." He shrugged simply. "I tried and it didn't work. I can't live without you, it's just not possible and your death wouldn't fix that." He said simply, holding her eyes, needing her to believe him.




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She hated that he was the only person on the planet that could make her feel something. She’d worked so hard and turning her back towards the world no matter the cost, then he’d come along and ruined everything. He made her face herself, called her out like everyone else was scared to do. He wasn’t scared of her and that scared the shit out of her. He squeezed her hand making her close her eyes. She hadn’t even realized he’d stood up until he was lend forward kissing her lips. She couldn’t help but moan softly because his lips felt beyond incredible.

"I don't want you to change, I'd never ask you to change." He breathed softly, sitting back down, still holding her hand. She held his eyes, jaw clenched. "I don't want to move on either." He shrugged and she sighed. She’d never had someone care so much about her. "I tried and it didn't work. I can't live without you, it's just not possible and your death wouldn't fix that." he said simply holding her eyes.

She looked away from him, trying to feel past her broken emotions. It was silent between them for a long moment. She was waging war on herself, trying to build up the words to say. Ophelia was so used to rejection, pain, and betrayal that she wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Declan having given up everything for her, including risky his job if they were caught.

“All I ever wanted was someone like you.” She breathed finally glancing back to him holding his eyes. “You’re going to get tired of trying…” she breathed. “I’m going to lie and push you.” She held his eyes. “You’re going to hurt me.” She was almost talking as if she was going to give him up, like she wasn’t giving him a choice. “But, I’d rather be miserable and jealous and out of control with you…then not have you at all.” Her voice was a whisper, because it hurt her throat to talk much more than that.

The door opened then and Ophelia was quick to pull her hand from Declan’s wincing a bit as she moved. It was Dr. Wells raising a brow at the two of them being alone. “You have permission to be in here Dr. Harding?” he asked steeping into the room. “Because she’s on lock down…under my care.” He said holding Declan’s eyes.


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Her moans against his lips were desperate and fast, making him move his finger inside her quicker and rougher. The taste of her lips had his head spinning and his heart pounding. When he fucked her he wasn’t thinking about their past or the future. They were in the moment and that’s what made being with her so incredible. He had nothing on his mind but making her feel like no one else could. That way he knew when she stepped out on him, nothing would ever satisfy her as much as he could.

“Fuck Levi.” she breathed, clearly having a hard time with her words. She tried unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, however her fingers were clumsy, because he knew he was making it hard for her to concentrate. The hand the was laced in her hair, moved down to wrap tightly around her neck. Tight enough to excite her, but not leave a bruise. He used his grip on her neck to push her away from him, just far enough that she could no longer reach the buttons on his shirt.

He pulled his hand from her panties a wicked smirk on his lips as he dropped his hand from her neck and took a step away from her, making it clear that he had every intent to leave her without fucking her. He’d never done that to her before, hell he couldn’t pass up sex, even boring sex with Fiona. He wanted to make her beg for it though, really beg for it.

“Desprate’s a good look for you babe.” He smirked letting his eyes run over her. “But, just how low are you willing to sink to get me to fuck you?” he asked raising a brow, honestly wanting to know just how far he could push her.



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Levi was driving her absolutely crazy with how fast and hard he was fingering her. She wanted him so bad, so she moved quickly to get his shirt unbuttoned, but, before she could manage it, he slipped his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her throat, pushing her away a second time. Her heart was racing in her chest as he held her away from him so she couldn't touch him.

He pulled his hand from her panties then and she raised an eyebrow as he took a step away. Her breathing was quick and her whole body was on fire, needing him, but it was clear he wasn't just going to give it to her. He wanted her to work for it, and she wondered if teasing her and making her beg was his way of punishing her for fucking Dean. It drove her crazy, but she liked when he took control.

This time, however, he looked like he wasn't just going to drive her nuts. It looked like he was going to walk away from her and that honestly worried her because he'd never done that to her. No one had ever done that to her. The wicked smirk on his lips was irresistible and the way he'd just been teasing her had her all worked up. She'd do whatever he asked her to and he knew it so he wanted to see how far he could push her.

“Desprate’s a good look for you babe.” He smirked and she bit her lip as his eyes raked her. “But, just how low are you willing to sink to get me to fuck you?” He asked, raising a brow, and she bit her lip even harder. She couldn't hold back the desperate noise that escaped her throat because she knew he was going to push her and push her.

"Levi please." She breathed as she got off the desk and walked over to him, pressing her lips hard against his. She finished taking his shirt off, followed by his tie before she started to kiss along his jaw and neck, then making her way down his chest, dropping to her knees in front of him. She smirked up at him as she kissed his waistline teasingly, wanting to taunt him right back. "Please fuck me baby." She breathed against his skin, standing again and kissing him hard on the lips.

Kayla stood on her toes and wrapped one arm around his neck to kiss him harder while she slipped the other hand down his chest and abs. Quickly, before he could push her away or stop her for a third time, she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants before slipping her hand down them to touch him. "I'll do whatever you want." She breathed against his lips, pulling her body tighter against his with a needy moan. "Just don't walk away." She whispered desperately, hoping he'd stay.




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Ophelia looked away from him and it fell silent between them for an agonizingly long time. He wished he knew what she was thinking, but it was always so hard to read her. He just hoped she believed him because he was telling the truth. He wasn't the best guy in the world, but when it came to his feelings for her, he would never lie to her. He wished she could understand that what they had wasn't a trick or a cruel joke he was playing on her to hurt her in the end. It was real.

Still, he understood why it was so hard for her. She'd never really been loved and any love she'd ever been given wasn't real, pure, and honest like what he felt for her. It had been twisted and warped, and it had fucked her up she badly, she didn't know what real love looked like or who to trust. That was why he refused to give up on her. Because, even though she was closed off and cruel most of the time, it wasn't her fault.

“All I ever wanted was someone like you.” She finally breathed and he sighed as she looked at him. “You’re going to get tired of trying… I’m going to lie and push you. You’re going to hurt me.” She said, holding his eyes and he just listened patiently, bracing himself for the possibility that she'd push him away again. “But, I’d rather be miserable and jealous and out of control with you…then not have you at all.” She whispered and he let out a sigh of relief, glad he wasn't losing her.

He wanted to kiss her again and tell her how much he loved her, but before he had the chance, the door opened and he glanced over his shoulder to see Dr. Wells come in. “You have permission to be in here Dr. Harding?” He asked, making his jaw clench. Hell yes, he had permission. Dr. Wells wasn't more powerful then he was, they were both on the same level in the hospital with the same amount of authority and yet, he always seemed to think he ran the place. “Because she’s on lock down…under my care.” He said holding Declan’s eyes.

Declan just shrugged simply. "So she's on lock down." He breathed like it didn't matter. "I'm not a patient or a visitor, Dr. Wells." He spat, disdain clear in his voice, but speaking calmly even though he wanted nothing more then to scream at him. "I'm her doctor." He shrugged. "She's under both our care. Just because you put her on lock down does not mean she's suddenly only your patient." He said simply, raising an eyebrow.




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Ophelia glanced up to Dr. Wells who was clearly agitated that he wasn’t the one sitting by Ophelia’s side. As much as O wanted to smirk and taunt Dr. Wells, she didn’t because she just wanted for once not to cause trouble, which was really odd for Ophelia. Instead she closed her eyes letting the two of them hash it out their selves instead of getting involved. There was a part of O that hope like hell Declan wouldn’t leave her alone.

“So she's on lock down. I'm not a patient or a visitor, Dr. Wells." he spat, making it clear he wasn’t leaving and he didn’t care what Dr. Wells had to say. "I'm her doctor." he breathed and she opened her eyes glancing to him. Grateful he wasn’t taking her cruel advice and handing her completely over to Dr. Wells. "She's under both our care. Just because you put her on lock down does not mean she's suddenly only your patient." He said simply and she sighed.

Dr. Wells rolled his eyes, before turning his gaze to O and she held his eye, passive. “I’m headed home for the night I’ll be back in a few hours.” He informed her as if she really cared all that much. She nodded letting him know she understood. He shot one more almost warning look at Declan before leaving them alone again. It was quite for a long moment, as O listened to Dr. Wells footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Ophelia’s eyes flicked to her wrist that was now stitched up. As fucked up as it was, she still didn’t feel bad about it. She had so much on her mind and she wondered if Declan would go back to Alice if she wanted to work things out, or if he’d just stay separated from her.

“I’m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.” She sighed. “I just don’t ever think…” she shrugged, the pain medication finally setting gin she couldn’t feel a damn thing and she was glad it made it easier to talk. “I fucking hate this hospital bed.” She sighed feeling a little more like herself now that the drugs had fully set int.


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He watched the desperation in her body, he could tell she was seriously worried that he might actually leave her and he loved that he could make her feel that kind of fear. "Levi please." she breathed as she got off the desk and paused in front of him. She finished unbuttoning his shit and slipped it off followed by his tie. Her lips moved long his jaw and neck making it increasingly hard for him to continue to ignore her. Her lips continued down his chest and surprisingly he’d stayed passive. She dropped to her knees then making him raise a brow. Her lisp taunting his waistline. "Please fuck me baby." she breathed against his skin, before standing in front of him once again and kissing him hard.

He kissed her back just as hard slipping a hand in her hair. He loved the taste of her lips and the way her skin felt against his, he couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling even if he tried. He felt her body lift a bit, knowing she was standing on her toes as she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him harder. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. Her free hand ran along his chest and abs, making him groan against her lips.

She undid his belt then and unbuttoned his pants, before her hand slipped into his pant as she started touching him making him groan deeper. Her touch was pure fire against his skin, making him kiss her harder, like she he was desperate to feel her lips against his. He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough of her.


"I'll do whatever you want." She breathed against his lips, before pulling her body against his tighter and letting out an aching moan. "Just don't walk away." she whispered begging him and that was all the begging he needed or more factually, the longest he could wait to fuck her. She pulled away from her lips then only to slip of her shirt, his fingertips traced her spine as he kissed her hard again, slipping his tongue past her lips.

He broke there kiss once more pulling her hand from his jeans, to spin her, so her bare back was facing his bare chest. He lips moved along her shoulders, moving her hair to one side. He slipped his pants off, before quickly slipping off her skirt and panties, not able to wait any longer as he started fucking her roughly.




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Character Portrait: Mickaela Hawkins Character Portrait: Ophelia Black Character Portrait: Declan Harding Character Portrait: Levi Copeland

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Ophelia glanced up to Dr. Wells who was clearly agitated that he wasn’t the one sitting by Ophelia’s side. As much as O wanted to smirk and taunt Dr. Wells, she didn’t because she just wanted for once not to cause trouble, which was really odd for Ophelia. Instead she closed her eyes letting the two of them hash it out their selves instead of getting involved. There was a part of O that hope like hell Declan wouldn’t leave her alone.

“So she's on lock down. I'm not a patient or a visitor, Dr. Wells." he spat, making it clear he wasn’t leaving and he didn’t care what Dr. Wells had to say. "I'm her doctor." he breathed and she opened her eyes glancing to him. Grateful he wasn’t taking her cruel advice and handing her completely over to Dr. Wells. "She's under both our care. Just because you put her on lock down does not mean she's suddenly only your patient." He said simply and she sighed.

Dr. Wells rolled his eyes, before turning his gaze to O and she held his eye, passive. “I’m headed home for the night I’ll be back in a few hours.” He informed her as if she really cared all that much. She nodded letting him know she understood. He shot one more almost warning look at Declan before leaving them alone again. It was quite for a long moment, as O listened to Dr. Wells footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Ophelia’s eyes flicked to her wrist that was now stitched up. As fucked up as it was, she still didn’t feel bad about it. She had so much on her mind and she wondered if Declan would go back to Alice if she wanted to work things out, or if he’d just stay separated from her.

“I’m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.” She sighed. “I just don’t ever think…” she shrugged, the pain medication finally setting gin she couldn’t feel a damn thing and she was glad it made it easier to talk. “I fucking hate this hospital bed.” She sighed feeling a little more like herself now that the drugs had fully set int.


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He watched the desperation in her body, he could tell she was seriously worried that he might actually leave her and he loved that he could make her feel that kind of fear. "Levi please." she breathed as she got off the desk and paused in front of him. She finished unbuttoning his shit and slipped it off followed by his tie. Her lips moved long his jaw and neck making it increasingly hard for him to continue to ignore her. Her lips continued down his chest and surprisingly he’d stayed passive. She dropped to her knees then making him raise a brow. Her lisp taunting his waistline. "Please fuck me baby." she breathed against his skin, before standing in front of him once again and kissing him hard.

He kissed her back just as hard slipping a hand in her hair. He loved the taste of her lips and the way her skin felt against his, he couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling even if he tried. He felt her body lift a bit, knowing she was standing on her toes as she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him harder. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. Her free hand ran along his chest and abs, making him groan against her lips.

She undid his belt then and unbuttoned his pants, before her hand slipped into his pant as she started touching him making him groan deeper. Her touch was pure fire against his skin, making him kiss her harder, like she he was desperate to feel her lips against his. He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough of her.


"I'll do whatever you want." She breathed against his lips, before pulling her body against his tighter and letting out an aching moan. "Just don't walk away." she whispered begging him and that was all the begging he needed or more factually, the longest he could wait to fuck her. She pulled away from her lips then only to slip of her shirt, his fingertips traced her spine as he kissed her hard again, slipping his tongue past her lips.

He broke there kiss once more pulling her hand from his jeans, to spin her, so her bare back was facing his bare chest. He lips moved along her shoulders, moving her hair to one side. He slipped his pants off, before quickly slipping off her skirt and panties, not able to wait any longer as he started fucking her roughly.




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Kayla loved the way he groaned deeply against her lips as she touched him. She liked making him need her as badly as she needed him and she loved the way he kissed her. His arms were around her tight, keeping her body pressed against his as he kissed her like her lips were his air and he was suffocating. It was intense and incredible, and exactly why no one else's lips had ever compared. No one else kissed her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Micky smirked at him when he pulled away from her lips for a second to pull her shirt off and toss it away. She knew he wasn't going to walk away then and her heart started racing in her chest as he kissed her again, hard, causing her to moan desperately into his lips, her whole body needing him. He sent shivers through her when he trailed his fingertips down her spine, setting her skin on fire in the most amazing way.

She was still sore from fucking him all night the night before, but she didn't care. She wanted him too badly to care about anything other then his lips on hers and his hands on her skin. Levi broke the kiss again and she smirked wickedly as he yanked her hand from his pants before spinning her so her back was to him. He moved her hair to one side, causing her to let out a needy moan when he brought his lips down on her skin and started to trail them along her shoulders while he slipped out of his pants. Finally, just when she thought she was about to lose it, he pulled her panties off and started fucking her hard, causing her to press her palms against the desk in front of her and lean on them as he fucked her because of how rough he was and how weak she already was from earlier.

Kayla wasn't entirely sure how long they fucked, but, by the time they were done, she was so sore and tired, she knew her body would be aching for quite a while. At one point, she'd begged him to stop because she wasn't sure she could take anymore, but he'd only forced her to continue until her whole body was trembling and she couldn't breath.

When he finally rolled off her, they were laying on the floor of his office and she pulled herself over to him with a groan as she rested her head against his chest and tried to catch her breath. "Fuck." Micky breathed, letting out a long, deep breath and closing her eyes because she was utterly worn out. Her body was still shaking some as she lay against him. "It's been way too long since I've been fucked like that. I'll be sore for days." She breathed with a smirk, turning her head so she could see him.




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Declan watched Dr. Wells roll his eyes and he had to fight the urge to do the same because the man honestly drove him crazy. No one got him irritated as fast as Dr. Wells, not even Ophelia. “I’m headed home for the night I’ll be back in a few hours.” He told Ophelia like she needed to know his whereabouts, making him sigh. He really wished she was just under his care. It would make his life a hell of a lot less stressful. Before he left, Dr. Wells shot him one last glance and Declan just rolled his eyes as the door shut behind him. He'd only been there for a moment, but he was honestly glad he was gone.

Declan returned his attention to Ophelia, not sure what to say. She wanted to talk to her about Dr. Wells extremely badly. He wanted to make her realize that her fucking him wasn't a good idea, that the man had done horrible things to her and she should want nothing to do with him. Still, he knew he couldn't. If he said something about it, it would only piss her off. She'd think he was judging her and telling her what to do and, in the end, he'd get nowhere. It would only make her want to fuck him more.

“I’m sorry, for acting like a psychopath and breaking into your house.” Ophelia sighed, pulling him from his thoughts and he just shrugged. Honestly, he didn't care about it anymore. All he cared about was the fact that she was alive. “I just don’t ever think…” She shrugged, and he smirked because that was true. Ophelia was impulsive as fuck, but it was one of the things he loved most about her. Sure, it got her into trouble, but it also made her exciting to be around because you never quite knew what she'd do. “I fucking hate this hospital bed.” She sighed, sounding a bit better.

Declan sighed too and looked her over. "I know it's crappy, but you really should just rest." He breathed, hoping she'd listen. "You've lost a lot of blood. Even if you're feeling better, you probably shouldn't be up and moving around just yet, you'll only strain yourself too much." He shrugged, holding her eyes.




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The only reason Ophelia felt better now, was that the pain medication they’d given her had finally taken over. However, she could still feel the numbed throbbing in her wrists, from her deep cuts. She was already bored. Sure she was exhausted and she looked pale. She didn’t care though, she hated not being able to do anything. She was ready to pull the IV out of her skin and walk out of the room and find something better to do, she knew she’d never get away with that though.

"I know it's crappy, but you really should just rest." He breathed and she raised a brow. "You've lost a lot of blood. Even if you're feeling better, you probably shouldn't be up and moving around just yet, you'll only strain yourself too much." he said with a shrug, holding her eyes and she held his right back as a wicked smirk came to her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She practically spat. “Like you feel sorry for me.” She continued holding his eyes. “You been doing it this whole damn time, I don’t need your sympathy babe.” She said brutally honest. “What I need you to do is fuck me…after all we both owe it to each other.” She smirked never looking away from his blue eyes. “You said some things…I said some things.” A smirk on her unusually pale lips.

It was then that she yanked the IV from the top of her hand and the small oxygen tubes from around her face. It was a bad idea, but for Ophelia to have a good idea for once or do something to benefit herself instead of harm herself would be out of character for her. It was slightly harder to breath, but the drugs in her system made her capable. She walked over to the mirror in the bathroom, using the wall for support considering she was still fairly weak.


“Holy shit…I look dead.” She said looking herself over in the mirror, before walking back out to Declan just as one of her machines started beeping as if to warn the nurses and she simply reached down and unplugged it. “Or…are you too scared?” she said letting her dark eyes flick back to hold his eyes as she referred to him fucking her. “Scared will get caught?”


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They’d fucked for so long, that by the time they finished he was beyond exhausted. Nothing could or would ever compare to the way he felt with Mickaela. He felt alive and whole. He needed her, he knew that more than ever now. Which meant to be with her whether she was in the hospital or not, meant he owed it to bother and Fiona and even Ashlynn to file for a divorce. He knew it would be a mess. He had to do it though. He’d pushed both himself and Kayla till they physically couldn’t go anymore.

When he finally rolled off her, his head was still reeling. He was higher off of her then he could ever be off any drug and he loved that euphoric feeling. Micky pulled herself over onto his chest with a groan that made him smirk as she rested her head against his chest. His heart rate still slowing down, to a normal pace as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Fuck." she breathed as he started running his fingers up and down her spine slowly as if he was taking in every single curve of her back. He listened as she let out a long deep breath. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything just yet. He just tried to calm her still slightly trembling body. "It's been way too long since I've been fucked like that. I'll be sore for days." she breathed a smirk on her lips as she turned her head to see him.

He sat up on his elbows, leaning in and kissing her before moving her off him gently. “I missed you babe...I missed us.” He sighed. “I hate that you’re here though.” He sighed as he stood and slipped on his pants. He didn’t have a chance to say anything else before his office door opened and reveling a very upset, distressed looking Alice.

“Levi have seen Declan he’s not in his office and I really need to tal…” she trailed off as soon as her eyes took in the entire scene. Her eyes were wide and her jaw literally dropped. She was clearly in shock. She turned to leave quickly and Levi knew he had to stop her, the first thing she’d do is tell Fiona and he couldn’t let Fiona find out that he was fucking Mickaela all over again, from her best friend.

“Fuck!” he spat not bothering to put on a shirt as he slipped out of the room after her grabbing her roughly by her arm and dragging her back into the room shoving her down on the couch and locking his office door, making it clear she wasn’t leaving. “Get dress Micakela.” He breathed darkly keeping his eyes on Alice. Every ounce of him wanted to hurt her, he knew though he couldn’t. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to figure out what the hell to do with her.



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Micky moaned softly at the way he ran his fingertips along her spine, loving his touch. She relaxed into him with a satisfied sigh, letting her heart beat slow and her body stop shaking. It felt good to lay there with him. She wanted so badly, to fall asleep in his arms. It felt so good to actually be with him all night that it honestly hurt to think about the fact that it probably wouldn't ever happen again. She was stuck in the hospital now and he had a family to go home to every night.

Levi sat up on his elbows and leaned in to kiss her, making Micky smirk and lean in as well, loving the taste of his lips. He moved her off him then and she sighed. “I missed you babe...I missed us.” He sighed and she sighed again too because she missed being with him too, but she knew she couldn't anymore. They could fuck around and they could even love each other, but they couldn't be together. “I hate that you’re here though." He sighed and she just shrugged like it didn't bother her even though it did. She'd been so stupid for slipping up and killing someone, but, at the very least, it had brought her back to Levi.

Kayla sat up and reached up, grabbing his cigarettes from the desk and lighting one, taking a long drag as she watched him pull his pants back on, waiting for him to tell her he had to leave. Before he could, however, the door opened and she glanced up to see Alice standing in the doorway. She was looking for Declan, but she didn't get far before she realized what was going on. Suddenly, Micky felt panicked, like she should hide, but there was no hiding it. The fact that they'd fucked was clear as day.

Alice's eyes widened, her jaw dropping before she turned to leave. “Fuck!” Levi cursed before running after Alice and dragging her back into the room, tossing her down on the couch. “Get dress Micakela.” He breathed darkly and she reality seemed to catch up with her then as she realized they'd been caught. Fuck.

Kayla pulled her clothes back on, unable to look at Alice. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming wave of guilt hit her. She didn't regret fucking Levi, but the way Alice looked at her made her feel awful about it, like she'd done something wrong and she had. She'd fucked a married man who was way too old for her as well as her doctor. Those things never really seemed to bother her until Alice was in the room, looking at her like she was a whore. Micky bit her lip and looked at Levi, clearly, he was stressed and not sure what to do about Alice. "I should probably go..." She breathed softly. Suddenly, she felt like shit.




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Ophelia smirked wickedly at him and he sighed deeply. He could tell she wanted to cause trouble, and as much as he loved getting into trouble with her, she was laying in a hospital bed. She'd nearly died. He was just nervous for her health more then anything.

“Don’t look at me like that. Like you feel sorry for me.” She basically spat and he just rolled his eyes. “You've been doing it this whole damn time, I don’t need your sympathy babe.” She said bluntly and he sighed, knowing she was going to ignore him and get up. “What I need you to do is fuck me… after all we both owe it to each other.” She smirked and he raised an eyebrow. “You said some things…I said some things.” She said, smirking in a way he could never resist.

He winced when she yanked out her chords and tubes. She was weak, that much was obvious as he watched her walk over to the mirror, using the wall to support herself as she criticized her pale reflection. She walked back over to him then, unplugging a machine that was supposed to alert nurses, making him raise a brow as he glanced up at her from his seat. “Or…are you too scared? Scared we'll get caught?” She asked and he rolled his eyes.

Declan stood then and grabbed her by her dark hair, yanking her close and kissing her hard. It felt so good to kiss her again after so long away from her that he never wanted to stop. "Sure you can handle it babe?" He breathed against her lips, raising an eyebrow. "You're pretty weak." He said simply, pulling her closer and kissing her harder, slipping his tongue past her lips.




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She tried to pretend she was fine, because she knew he wouldn’t sleep with her if she was too weak. She didn’t want to think about it though and she wanted him to take the pain away, like she knew only he could do. All she could think about was his lips on hers and the way his touch felt. She hadn’t been fucked by him in a year, nothing compared to his touch and that was all she wanted.

He grabbed hold of her dark hair yanking her close and kissing her hard. She winced, but her pain was forgotten the second his lips touched hers. He kissed her hard and she couldn’t help but moan against his lips, before her body was burning. Just moments ago she could barely walk, now all she wanted was for him to be rough and touch her and kiss her. She didn’t want to think about anything else. She kissed him back just as hard loving the taste of his lips on hers.

"Sure you can handle it babe?" he breathed against her lips and she let out a small desperate noise when they’d stopped kissing. "You're pretty weak." he said simply but he didn’t stop, he pulled her closer and kissed her harder slipping his tongue past her lips and she couldn’t help but let out a desperate moan, because it had been so long since they’d touched each other. They’d kissed on the plain, but she hadn’t actually let herself enjoy it.

She kissed him back just as hard, but it was weaker than normal. She slipped her hands along his chest unbuttoning his shirt as she moved slowly down his body, she reached his jeans unbuttoning his pants and losing his belt slipping her hand into his pants and rubbing him. “Weak or not, I can still fuck.” She breathed with a wicked smirk against his lips.


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Levi watched as Kayla slipped her clothes back on quickly, before he turned his eyes to Alice. Everything deep down in his terrible soul, was telling his to kill her. He hadn’t picked up a gun in a good year, he hadn’t hurt anyone since Micky had left, but now he was very quickly slipping back to his old ways, to protect Fiona from finding out from anyone else besides him, because if he was being honest he still wasn’t entirely sure, that he wanted to tell her.

"I should probably go..." Kayla breathed and he shook his head. He didn’t want her leaving because leaving while he was still there, meant that she would more or less go find Dean and he couldn’t handle thinking about that, while he was trying to deal with Alice. Sure he could reason with Alice and tell her he was planning on telling Fiona, but if he didn’t and Alice slipped he was fucked.

“No.” Levi said plainly, glancing to her. “What’s the difference in you leaving or staying she already fucking knows.” He spat harshly turning away from the two girls then and punching the wall. Alice already didn’t like him, even if he reasoned with her she was liable to still tell Fi. He rested his forehead against the wall and let out a frustrated breath. “If you leave there is a good chance I’ll kill her.” He breathed honestly.

Before turning back to the two of them leaning his back against the wall. “I really don’t want to have to do that.” He sighed running his fingers, through his hair irritated with the situation. “Why the fuck didn’t you knock?” he asked Alice cruelly, keeping his distance because he was scared he’d hurt her if he didn’t stay away.



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