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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Blue_Crush_(2002)
  Relationship:
      Eden/Kala
  Character:
      Eden_(Blue_Crush), Kala_(Blue_Crush)
  Additional Tags:
      Yuletide_2010, Yuletide_2010_Treat, Chromatic_Character
  Series:
      Part 2 of Truth_or_Dare
  Collections:
      Yuletide_2010, Chromatic_Yuletide_2010
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-12-22 Words: 1244
****** Consequence ******
by Catalinay
Summary
     This is what happens after Anne-Marie acts like an idiot.
I push past Kala and into the house, ignoring the surprised look on his face. 
Ignoring everything, really, until I’m in the kitchen, the first swallow of
beer sliding down my throat.
“She’s a haole Barbie who doesn’t know what the fuck she wants,” I bite out,
and I don’t have to say anything else for him to know exactly who I’m talking
about.
“Damn, tita, don’t tell me you turned that shit down?” he asks, shaking his
head, that damned shit-eating grin on his face.
I flip him the bird, growling low in my throat before draining my beer.  Then
I’m on him, tongue pushing into his mouth, demanding everything he’s got to
give and then some.  My teeth crash against his, drawing blood off of somebody
before he adjusts, starts kissing me back just as hard and hungrily.
Part of me knows I’m just using him, like she was trying to do me.  But shit,
Kala’s not an experiment, he’s just good.  If I could keep myself from chasing
after the chicks, stop daydreaming about Anne-Marie, we could maybe have a
chance at something…. 
And that’s how I know Anne-Marie’s gotten to me good, because if she hadn’t
freaked out on me out there on the water I’d never even be thinking about Kala
like that.  Me and him, that’s nothing serious, nothing more than a good time
every now and then when I need some love or get tired of him always begging to
get some.  Might be easier, being his girl or whatever, but shit, he deserves
better than being with me when I’m always thinking about somebody else.
“Shit!” I yelp the second time we crash into a wall on our way down the
hallway, my elbow smarting, and I’m totally jarred out of my thoughts.  It’s
probably a good thing – I don’t need to waste any more time thinking about how
fucked up everything is with me and Anne-Marie.  My shirt’s already gone, even
though we’re only halfway to his room.  I think about looking for it but he
distracts me again pretty quickly, his mouth back on mine as he sucks at my
lower lip, tongue teasing before slipping into my mouth again.
The next time I pull away it’s because the doorknob’s digging into my back and
I’m pushing at Kala, trying to get somewhere more comfortable.  I don’t know if
the floor qualifies, but that’s where we end up, rolling over each other, hands
everywhere until we’re both naked and I’m pinned underneath him. 
He starts mumbling sweet bullshit into my ear, but shit, I’m barely listening
to him.  His hands have all of my attention, constantly pinching and tugging on
my nipples while he rolls them between his fingers, doing the work to get me
ready for him.
It’s been a while, and he has to work for every inch at first.  He’s so thick,
pushing inside of me.  It’s almost like the first time again, everything so
intense I can barely stand it.  It seems like it takes forever for him to get
all the way inside, and then when he finally does he’s only there a few seconds
before he starts moving again.
Every thrust is faster, harder than the last, my body meeting his, my hands
scrambling for something to hold onto, fingers finally digging into his
shoulders.  It’s like being out in the water, riding the perfect wave, all my
senses consumed by him until I can’t remember wanting anything else.  My entire
body goes tight, fingers digging into his skin as my muscles start screaming
for release.  And then it comes crashing over me, so sudden that it almost
catches me off guard, leaving me breathless.
I’m still panting a little when he rolls us over, hoists me up onto my knees. 
“What, you want more?” I ask, my voice low and rough.  Have to admit I’m kind
of surprised; didn’t even realize he didn’t go with me.
He just grunts, almost a low growl, really, his arm wrapping around my waist as
he moves me where he wants me to be – face in the blankets piled on the floor,
ass in the air.  Feels like it takes forever for him to touch me again, so long
that I’m tempted to look over my shoulder to try and see what the hell he’s
doing back there. 
“I swear, Kala,” I growl under my breath, shaking my head, “if you’re playing
some kind of game, I’m gonna murder your ass.”  But then he grabs my hips,
pulls me back towards him and I can feel his dick sliding against me before
finally pushing inside again.
It’s almost too much, at first, too soon after the last round for me, my body
flinching away from his, desperately trying to keep from being overwhelmed.  I
grunt, lost in that halfway place, not sure if I want to push him away or start
helping him out.  He makes the decision for me, though, keeps going, and soon
enough my hips are working with his, meeting him on every thrust. 
I don’t know how long he keeps going like that, pulling out almost all the way
and then thrusting home again, but pretty soon he’s got me hanging right on the
verge again, anxious for release.  He still doesn’t speed up any, though, not
even when I start bucking underneath him.
“Come on, man,” I grunt, shoving my hand down between my legs, my whole body
shaking as I start rubbing my clit.  “Enough of this bullshit already, let’s
go.”  And then he leans over me, his arm snakes around my waist and his hand’s
there pushing mine out of the way, fingers rubbing furiously against my clit.
I twist as much as I can, wanting to watch him, to see it on his face when he
goes.  Even though I can feel the pull in my neck, enough to know I’ll be stiff
later, the strain is worth it.  His eyes close at the last minute, his lips
pale, and then he slams himself into me one last time, grunting against my
shoulder.  I can feel him spasm deep inside me, and something about all of it
just does it for me. 
"Water,” I croak after a few minutes, or maybe a few hours, who knows how long
it’s been when I finally pull myself away and off of him.  I manage to make it
onto the bed and roll onto my side before my body gives out on me, completely
spent, in the best way.
“Think I might want more of this,” I say later, when we’re settled in bed, my
voice small and quiet.  I’m almost surprised by the words, wanting to take them
back as soon as I realize what I’ve said. 
Hopefully he’s asleep, won’t even hear me.  But shit, he sits up halfway,
pushes my hair away from my face and stares me right in the eyes.  “Thought I
don’t do it for you?” he asks, and damn him if he isn’t smirking at me.
“Shit, what the hell do you think you just did?” I ask, shaking my head a
little, staring at the wall behind him.  “I’m tired of always wanting something
I’m never really gonna have, you know?”
“Yeah,” he says, laughing a little, leaning in to kiss my shoulder, his lips
soft and quick against my skin.  “Yeah, I’d say I know that feeling.”
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