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𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The knock on the door came just past midnight. I wasn't expecting anyone. Storm had been asleep for hours, curled up in her bed, and I was sitting on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through channels, not really watching anything, I wasn't tired yet even though I have work in the morning.

It had been a long week—a long, exhausting, confusing week. A week without Madelyn. I told myself I was fine, especially since the last time we talked, it didn't go to plan.

I told myself that the space between us was necessary. That it was for the best. But that didn't stop the way my stomach twisted the second I heard the knock.

I already knew who it was before I even stood up. The only person who would be at my door past midnight. And yet, when I opened the door, seeing her standing there still made my breath catch.

Madelyn looked... tired. Not physically—she still looked as beautiful as ever, her golden hair slightly damp, like she had just showered, her oversized hoodie swallowing her frame—but it was her eyes.

Something was different. She wasn't glowing like usual. She looked distant. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't sure if it was because of me. She held up a small bag with Storm's jacket. "Storm left this in my car, I kept meaning to bring it."

Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. I blinked, my mind trying to catch up. "She did?" Madelyn nodded. "Figured she might need it." I knew Storm hadn't mentioned forgetting anything. But I didn't question it.

Because I knew, I knew this was her excuse. I stepped aside, "Come in."

She hesitated, just for a second, then stepped past me. The familiar scent of her perfume followed, and I tried to ignore the way it made my stomach flip.

She set the bag down on the counter, her fingers tapping against the edge. It was small—just a tiny, absentminded habit—but it made me realize how tense she was.

How long had it been since she'd been here? A week? Maybe more? I hated that I had to count.

"Thanks for returning that," I said, clearing my throat. Madelyn nodded, offering a small smile. "No problem." And then, silence.

A heavy, thick silence.

I shifted on my feet, crossing my arms. "You wanna stay for a bit?" It came out more uncertain than I intended. Madelyn blinked, looking at me like she wasn't sure if she heard me right. I didn't blame her. A week ago, I was pushing her away.

Now, I was asking her to stay. She finally nodded "Okay."

I exhaled, relieved, and walked back over to the couch, plopping down. After a second, she followed, sitting next to me but leaving a noticeable gap.

The silence was unbearable.

Madelyn sat next to me, her arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line. She looked like she wanted to say something but was forcing herself not to. And I hated it.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be between us. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Madelyn—"

"No." Her voice was firm. Sharp.

I blinked at her, caught off guard. She turned to face me, frustration evident in her features. "Don't start. Not unless you're actually gonna say something real for once."

My stomach twisted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She let out a breathy, bitter laugh. "It means I'm tired, Y/n. I'm so goddamn tired of fighting a losing battle." I clenched my jaw. "That's not fair."

Madelyn's eyes flashed. "No? Then tell me, what the hell are we doing? Because I've spent months trying to understand you, trying to be patient, trying to break through whatever walls you've put up, and you just—" She shook her head, exhaling sharply.

"You're like an indestructible wall, and I can't find my way through."

My chest ached at her words. Because I knew she wasn't wrong.

She ran a hand through her hair, frustration rolling off her in waves. "I'm done chasing someone who clearly doesn't want me."

Something inside me snapped. I sat up straighter, turning to fully face her. "It's not that simple, Madelyn."

She scoffed. "Then explain it to me! Make it make sense, because right now, it just looks like you don't give a damn about any of this."

"I do," I said quickly, too quickly. Madelyn narrowed her eyes. "Then why won't you let me in?"

I looked away, my jaw clenching. She waited. I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into the fabric of my sweatpants. "Because it's hard for me."

Her expression softened slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just let me talk.

I exhaled, shaking my head. "I had to grow up quicker than I should have. I didn't have a choice.
I've spent so much of my life taking care of other people, putting their needs before mine, making sure everyone else is okay. And somewhere along the way, I just... I forgot how to let people take care of me."

Madelyn's lips parted slightly, like she wasn't expecting me to actually answer her. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me, absorbing me. She opened her mouth, hesitating. "Is that why you push people away?"

I tensed because I knew what she was really asking. She wasn't just talking about people. She was talking about her. I forced out a breath. "I don't wanna talk about my past, Madelyn."

She nodded slowly, like she understood, but there was something in her eyes—something that told me she wished I would let her in anyway. Another heavy silence settled between us.

I could hear the faint hum of the fridge, the sound of the clock ticking in the kitchen, the soft rustling of fabric as Madelyn shifted beside me.

And for the first time all night, I realized how close we were. She wasn't touching me, but it felt like she was.

She exhaled, softer this time. "You say it's hard to let people in, but..." she trailed off, her voice quieter now. "You let me in just enough to make me think I matter to you."

Her words cut through me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because she did matter. More than I ever wanted to admit.

But I had no idea how to tell her that without unraveling completely. Madelyn shook her head. "I don't even know why I'm still here."

She started to push herself up from the couch. And I panicked. I didn't even think. I just reached out, grabbing her wrist before she could leave. She froze.

Her lips parted slightly as she looked down at where our skin touched.

I swallowed, my voice rough. "I don't want you to go."

Her breath hitched. "Then give me a reason to stay."

I hesitated for a second too long. Madelyn swallowed, nodding like she had just made a decision for herself. "That's what I thought."

She tried to pull her hand away. But I didn't let her. I couldn't let her.

I tugged her back, just enough that she stumbled slightly, her other hand landing against my chest to steady herself. I didn't even register the fact that she was practically in my lap now.

My heart pounded. Her fingers curled slightly in my shirt. Her breathing was uneven, just like mine. I could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, the way her lips were just inches away from mine, the way her chest rose and fell too quickly.

And before I could overthink it—before I could stop myself—I kissed her.

It wasn't slow, it wasn't tentative. It was desperate. Like something inside me finally shattered, like I had spent too long holding back and now, I couldn't anymore.

Madelyn inhaled sharply against my lips but didn't hesitate for a second before kissing me back.

Her hands gripped the fabric of my hoodie, pulling me closer, pressing herself against me like she had been waiting for this just as much as I had.

I groaned softly, tilting my head, deepening the kiss. She gasped slightly, and I felt it—the exact moment we both lost ourselves in each other.

Because for once, I wasn't thinking, I wasn't running, I wasn't afraid. I just wanted her. And I wasn't going to stop myself from having her right now.

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I had never seen Y/n like this before. I had never seen her this desperate, this needy, this hungry. It made my entire body burn.

The second we were inside her room, she pressed me up against the door, her lips crashing against mine. I gasped, threading my fingers through her hair, tugging slightly, and she growled into my mouth, the sound sending a thrilldown my spine.

"God," I whispered against her lips, "why did we wait so long to do this?"

Y/n chuckled, her hands gripping my thighs as she carried me toward the bed. "You tell me."

She threw me down. Not gently. Not hesitantly. Like she knew what she was doing. Like she was done pretending. I barely had time to react before she climbed on top of me, her hands braced on either side of my head, her body hovering over mine.

I stared up at her, completely breathless. I had never seen her look at me like this. Like she was about to ruin me. And I wanted her to.

I ran my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, tracing the sharp cut of her jaw before tangling my fingers in her hair again.

"I don't think you understand," I whispered, my nails lightly scratching against her scalp. She shivered. I smirked.

"I've been waiting for this," I continued, my voice dropping lower. "For you."

Y/n let out a low curse, her lips pressing against my neck, kissing, sucking, biting. I gasped, my back arching slightly. Her hands slid under my hoodie, her palms skimming up my ribs, her thumbs tracing the underside of my bra.

She paused for half a second. Like she was thinking. I didn't want her to think. I pulled her face back to mine, our lips crashing together again, and as I rolled my hips up to meet hers, she finally gave in.

She slid my hoodie over my head, tossing it somewhere behind her. I reached for hers, but she grabbed my wrists, pinning them down above my head. My breath caught. Y/n smirked. "Slow down."

I groaned. "You're torturing me." She hummed, lowering her lips to my collarbone. "I think you like it."

I bit my lip, my stomach flipping as she continued teasing me, her lips brushing over my skin, her hands everywhere but where I needed them. I was burning. I wrapped my legs around her waist, flipping us over so I was on top this time.

She blinked up at me, momentarily surprised, but then she smirked again, her hands finding my hips.

"Taking control, huh?" she teased. I leaned down, my lips hovering over hers. "You can't always be in charge."

Her breath stuttered. I smirked, shifting slightly, pressing down against her. She let out a choked sound, her hands gripping my waist tighter. I felt her. I felt all of her. And goddamn, it made my head spin. She was hard. For me.

I rolled my hips again, slower this time, just to feel it again. Y/n groaned, her fingers digging into my skin. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a whimper at the friction.

I was so close to losing it completely. I rocked against her again. And again. Y/n's head tipped back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut.

I took the opportunity to press open-mouthed kisses down her throat, her jaw, her collarbone. Her hands slid under my thighs, gripping me tighter as she ground up to meet me. I gasped, fully feeling her now.

It was too much. And not enough. I leaned down, pressing my lips to her ear. "Do you want me?" Y/n smirked. She flipped us over again, her body caging me in, her hands gripping my wrists, pinning me down. Her eyes burned into mine.

"You have no idea."

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Madelyn's breath hitched as I tightened my grip on her hips, my head tipping back against the pillows as she moved against me, teasing, testing, pushing the limits of my self-control.

Her hands skated under my hoodie, nails grazing over my skin, a quiet, unsteady exhale slipping from her lips as she traced over my abs, like she was memorizing every inch of me.

I let out a low breath, my fingers pressing firmer against her waist. "Madz..." She hummed, her lips ghosting along my jaw, down my neck. "What?"

She knew exactly what. I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my composure as she rolled her hips against mine again, this time slower, more deliberate, like she wanted me to feel everything.

I did. Every single inch of her. A shudder ripped through me, my hands tightening, digging into her skin just a little, my restraint dangling by a thread. She felt it.

And she smiled. That damn smile that was equal parts sweet and absolutely lethal.

I exhaled sharply, flipping us over, pinning her beneath me, earning a soft gasp from her as she hit the mattress. Her eyes flickered up to mine, her lips parted, her breath uneven. She didn't look surprised.

She looked like she had been waiting for this. I leaned down, brushing my lips over hers, then down—trailing lower, lower, over her pulse, her collarbone, my fingers skimming beneath the hem of her shirt.

She shivered. I felt every tremble. Her lips parted on an inhale, her eyes fluttering shut, anticipation thick between us.

I didn't rush. I didn't want to. This wasn't something I wanted to rush through. This was something I wanted to feel. Something I wanted her to feel.

I pushed her shirt higher, my fingers gliding over the newly exposed skin, slow, teasing. She arched slightly, like she was silently urging me on, silently begging me not to stop.

And I wasn't planning on stopping. Not now. Not after everything. I pulled her shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, letting my eyes drink her in—the way her skin flushed beneath my gaze, the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

Madelyn bit her lip, a flicker of amusement in her gaze despite the heat between us. "You're staring." I smirked, leaning down, pressing a kiss to the center of her chest, right over her heart. "Yeah."

She melted. Just for a second. Then her fingers slid under my hoodie, her touch burning, demanding, impatient.

She pushed it up, and I let her, let her strip me down, let her look, let her touch. She trailed her fingers along my stomach, brushing over every line, every dip, her breathing uneven.

My stomach tightened under her touch. "Madelyn," I rasped, my voice rough, strained.

Her lips curled at the edges, her hands sliding lower, gripping my waist, pulling me down against her, chest to chest, warmth pressing into warmth. I cursed under my breath, burying my face in her neck, trying to keep a grip on my self-control.

Her body fit against mine too perfectly, like she was made for this, made for me. She shifted beneath me, her legs parting slightly, her body arching into mine. I sucked in a sharp breath. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her voice barely a whisper.

"I want you." Everything in me snapped. I kissed her. Hard. Desperate. Deep. Madelyn gasped softly, but she kissed me back just as fiercely, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me closer, needing me closer.

I grabbed her thigh, hooking it over my hip, pressing deeper, closer, completely into her. She whimpered.

Madelyn's breath came in uneven gasps, her hands gripping my back, her nails pressing just hard enough to leave a mark.

I could feel the way she trembled beneath me, the way her body reacted to every move, every shift of my hips, every press of my lips against her skin.

I swore under my breath as she rocked against me again, her thigh hooked over my hip, pulling me in, urging me closer. She was warm, soft, completely wrapped around me, her body molding to mine like she had always belonged here.

I kissed her—deep, slow, unrelenting—as I reached for protection, barely managing to keep my hands steady. My breath stuttered when I felt her shifting beneath me, her thighs squeezing tighter around my waist as I prepared to give us what we both wanted.

Madelyn bit her lip, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as she watched me, her gaze clouded with desire, heavy with need.

The way she looked at me—like she wanted me to ruin her, like she wanted this just as much as I did—almost undid me right then and there.

"Please," she whispered, the softest, most desperate sound I'd ever heard.

I swallowed hard, my body burning under her touch, under the weight of what we were about to do. And then— I sank into her. Madelyn's breath hitched, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to my shoulders, gripping me tight.

"Y/n—" My jaw clenched at the way she clung to me, the way she fit around me perfectly, the way her body welcomed me in with a heat so overwhelming it nearly stole the air from my lungs.

I stilled, sucking in a sharp breath, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me. Madelyn let out a soft, shaky whimper, her body tensing beneath me, adjusting to the stretch, the fullness, the way I was completely and entirely inside her now.

I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing heavily, struggling to hold on. "You okay?"

She exhaled shakily, nodding as her fingers traced down my spine, nails dragging lightly. "You're just—" she swallowed, voice unsteady, "—so big."

The way she said it, the way her voice wavered like she felt every single inch of me, sent a fresh wave of heat straight through my core. I groaned softly, barely restraining myself as I kissed her jaw, whispering, "You feel so good, Madz."

She shuddered beneath me, her nails digging into my back, her thighs tightening around my waist. Then she moved.

A slow, deliberate roll of her hips. I hissed, my grip tightening on her waist as the sensation of her wrapped around me, pulling me deeper, nearly knocked the breath out of me.

"Holy shit," I muttered, voice tight. Madelyn let out a soft moan, her head tipping back, exposing her throat to me. I didn't waste the invitation. I kissed down her neck, tasting her, feeling her pulse race against my lips.

She moved again, another slow, teasing grind against me, taking me deeper. I swore, my control snapping like a frayed wire.

I thrust into her, slow but deep, making her gasp, making her fingers tighten on my shoulders. The sound that slipped from her lips went straight to my head, my restraint hanging by a thread.

She was wet, warm, impossibly tight, completely wrapped around me. Every slow push, every deep roll of my hips dragged a new sound from her, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.

The slick, undeniable sound of us moving together filled the room, mixing with the soft, desperate gasps that fell from her lips.

Madelyn whimpered, biting her lip, her hands fisting in the sheets as I set a slow but deliberate rhythm. Her thighs trembled around me, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

I kissed her again, swallowing her moans, feeling every desperate, eager movement she made to pull me closer.

And then—She met me halfway. Bucked her hips up against mine, her body matching my rhythm, needing more, chasing more. My breath caught.

She was keeping up with me now, pushing back just as hard as I was giving.

I felt her getting wetter, tighter, her thighs squeezing around me, her nails raking down my back, urging me to keep going, urging me not to stop.

Madelyn was completely undone beneath me, her body arching, hips meeting mine in a desperate, reckless rhythm.

Every shift, every movement dragged another breathless sound from her lips, another sharp pull of her fingers in my hair, another plea for more.

She was so incredibly responsive, so eager to meet me halfway, so greedy for every single thing I was willing to give her.