Fuslie (Ch. 18) (Extra Scene)

I put some context from the chapter at the start just to remind you of what was happening and set up this alt-universe scene. Hope you enjoy!

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Huh... where am I...

You fight to open your eyes, the light from the window fighting against you. You see a mess of blankets on top of you, and an enjoyable heat from beside you, from someone who was stirring awake at the same time.

You turn your head to the woman next to you, her loose black hair a gorgeous mess.

She wraps her fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you in.

Your lips meet hers, and you embrace the wonderful feeling of a morning kiss, feeling her tongue begin to push into you as you respond in kind.

Wow. This feels... amazing. It's been a while since I've felt like this so early in the morning.

And I'm kissing... I'm kissing... wait... LESLIE!?!

You jolt away from her, practically pushing yourself off of the bed, causing her to shriek in alarm.

You throw the blanket off of you, revealing Leslie's shocked expression, her eyes wide in disbelief at what she'd just done, her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her previously soul-piercing screech.

You both stay there, frozen, for a painful few seconds as you both process what had just happened, and how naturally it had occurred.

You're the first to speak, finally breaking the pin-drop silence:

"I'm sorry. I wasn't awake. You probably... thought I was Edison or something. I'm... I'm really sorry."

She nods, apologizing in turn.

"Yeah, I'm sorry... I just, um... forgot... I'm not used to this..."

Unable to meet your gaze, she turns red and stares down at the blanket.

You brush yourself off and stand up.

That was... Well, maybe I should put that aside. She just forgot that it was me beside her - I can't blame her for that.

Besides, we have some morning activities, so I should get changed.

You silently head to your room, opening the door and stepping in.

"No..."

"Huh?" You ask, poking your head back out.

As if speaking to herself, she continues muttering, not looking at you.

"I... I can't lie to you..."

"Leslie?"

"...Not after everything you've done for me..." She quietly finishes, finally daring to glance at you for a second.

"...What? What do you mean?" You ask, confused.

"I didn't forget. I didn't mistake you for Edison."

"You... didn't?"

"I knew it was you. I wanted it... to be you."

"..."

"..."

"I... I don't understand- "

"I... shit... I just... I'm so fucked up..." She buries her face in her hands, sniffling back a few tears. You move to the other side of her bed and lean over to hug her.

She tries to gently push you away, but you don't let her, wrapping your arms around her as she melts into you.

"You're dealing with a lot right now... It's alright to feel conflicted," you say.

She doesn't respond, instead wrapping her arms around you and planting her face into your shirt.

"I'm not conflicted," she says, with an eerie calmness to her voice. Taking a deep breath, she finally lets out what had been on her mind.

"It's been such a hard month for me. I didn't sleep well all that time. And... then I slept like a baby when you were next to me yesterday. I hadn't felt so nice in the entire past month as I did yesterday when you talked to me, and I let everything out. I want you... so much. And I know I'm selfish. You don't deserve to have to deal with this. With me."

Unable to formulate words to describe your emotions, you stare dumbly, processing everything she said.

She looks deep into your eyes, seeing the mix of confusion, worry, and anticipation.

"I'm sorry," she continues, her voice suddenly sounding numb, "You should go out there. Group breakfast is starting soon. Have fun."

"...you're not coming with me?" You finally ask, temporarily putting aside the magnitude of her confession.

"I'm gonna head home. I need to... think."

"Can I come with you?"

"...why the hell would you want to come with me?"

Shocked by her sudden language, you stutter out a response.

"I...I want to be with you. To... to help you. Support you."

"...why... I just confessed to you... don't you get it?"

"Of course I get it," you say, finally able to respond, "And I want to keep being there for you. I love sleeping next to you just as much as you do, Leslie. I... I want to be there for you. I want to hold you and listen to you spill your heart out, and everything..."

Her gaze snaps up to yours, and she searches your eyes once more.

"You're... joking, right..." She says in a daze, her head spinning from your words.

"Never."

"..."

"..."

"Wow, I... so... can I..."

"Can you... what?"

She grabs your shirt from the front and pulls sharply on the fabric, making you trip over yourself.

You fall forward, trying to catch yourself, but her hands latch onto yours as she falls back with you, both of your bodies gently landing on the soft mattress as your lips crash into hers. She feels a swirling rush of emotions that makes its appearance in her long kiss, one full of desperation and hope, yet still quiet and soft.

Her hair brushes your ears, and your hand warms her neck as you continue, neither of you craving anything more than for this moment to never end.

And she doesn't let it, as her hands begin to tug at your shirt. Her fingers gently run along your stomach, making you shiver at the soft touch. You gently pull your shirt off and lean over onto her, kissing her even deeper.

You suddenly pull away, unsure of yourself.

"Leslie, I... Are you sure?" You don't clarify, but the concern in your eyes makes it clear.

"...Honestly, I don’t know. I'm not sure about anything. I'm a mess right now. All I know is that... I need you so badly."

You stare deeply into her eyes and watch as she leans forward to capture your lips again, this time with much more serious intent.

She strips her own shirt off and pulls you on top of her, letting you take control.

“Wait… can you promise me something?” She asks innocently, putting her hands on your shoulder.

“Of course... What is it?”

“Can you fuck me so hard that I’ll forget why I was ever sad?” She says, gently biting her lip.

You grin. “Now that, Leslie, is my specialty. The fuck-all-the-feelings-away pounding is on its way…” You respond, making her giggle.

You yank down her pants, feeling adrenaline course through you as you imagine the things you want to do to ease away her pain and replace it with euphoric pleasure.

Leslie reaches her fingers down and gently starts massaging herself as you undress, and you take your time with it, letting her get worked up. Her other hand moves to her breast, and she softly moans as she rubs herself.

You finally crawl back on top of her and remove her hand from her wet slit, to immediately replace it with your tongue.

Your tongue flicks back and forth across her sensitive pink folds, and you gently push a finger inside while your lips help out.

She clamps both hands over her mouth to ensure no one outside would hear her having the time of her life, but her delighted squeals still get through.

Her lower body spasms as her face contorts in ecstasy, and you run your free hand along her inner thigh and up to her navel.

You revel in the taste of her sweet juices, and you gently nibble her clit, releasing another series of groans from her.

You decide to move things along, and you flip her onto her stomach, where she gets on her hands and knees and prepares herself for you in doggystyle.

But you surprise her by spreading her ass cheeks and sticking your tongue deep inside her heat. Her arms collapse from the shockwave of bliss passing through her body from the freshly penetrating sensation.

Her shrieks are luckily muffled by the pillow, or else everyone in the area would have come running.

“Oh fuck… put it in, pleeeease… I can’t take it anymore…” She pants out. Her desperate pleas turn you on, and you gently rub your cock against her opening before smoothly sliding it in.

You grab her hips and fully plunge in, relishing her tightness. She arches her back as she feels your girth stretch her out, and you run your fingers along the smooth curves of her back until you reach her stunningly rounded butt.

You begin thrusting, and you hold her waist and butt to keep yourself in place as you quickly rock your hips back and forth.

"...harder... shit... HARDER! ahh~~" She unabashedly rasps out, not yet satisfied with the pace.

You lean forward, pick up her arms, and pull them behind her back. Holding them, you lean over and drive into her, pulling and pushing her body into the soft sheets below as her face gets buried into the mattress.

She moans out a series of guttural sounds that you can't quite make out over the powerfully loud collision of your hips against her butt. Your balls slap against her with each pulse, and you force yourself deeper and deeper with each passing second.

You thrust harder than you'd ever done before, physically reshaping her insides and molding her to your size.

"Ooooohhhh, fuuuuck..." She groans out, almost going limp as she lets you bring her to a quick first climax.

She soon erupts in a brilliant orgasm, finally letting you rest for a moment as you feel her juices flood you. Her entire body passes through heaven for a moment as she completely unfurls, and you let her sit in the feeling.

But as soon as it subsides, you flip her over, grab both of her feet, and swing her legs onto your shoulders. Her flexibility allows you to lean over and insert yourself once again, and the stretch in her thighs only makes her insides feel tighter.

"Wait.. you don't need to- OH! Ah, FUCK!"

Her words melt into pleasure as you begin rearranging her guts once more, fully fulfilling your promise to make her forget about everything. You hold her legs in place, and you rock your hips back and forth even faster.

"Haaaaahhhhh~, give me more!" She desperately begs.

You growl in annoyance and pull out of her, then pick her up by her waist to carry her to the side of the room.

"Still not satisfied, hmm? Well, how about... THIS!"

You push her body up against the window and plunge into her, giving her a delightful discomfort as she starts to get pounded into the strong glass.

Her breasts press up against the window as your powerful plunges force her to brace herself against it, and her hot breath fogs up the glass as her eyes widen in momentary fear.

"What... if someone... sees?" She manages to pant out.

"What, afraid they'll join us?" You snicker, knowing it was very unlikely, but wanting to rile her up even more. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd love getting fucked twice..."

"Oh, my... yesssss," she hisses, giving in to her pure desire, as the ecstasy of the rough fucking combines with the unexpectedly euphoric fear of being caught.

"Yes... smear that beautiful body up on the window..." You let out, increasing your pace and physically making the walls of the cabin shake.

You spread her legs further and lift one of her feet up onto the windowsill, allowing you to push in deeper and giving any potential peeping toms an even better view of the treatment she was receiving.

As her body stews in lust, Leslie collapses her head as you massage her breasts and reach one hand up to give a sharp pull to her hair.

The touch of her smooth body under your control gave you a thrill of power, and you deliver yourself even further as you feel her rapidly approaching a quick end.

“Ohhhhhh~!” Her toes curl tightly and her body shudders as she arches back and stares up toward the ceiling.

You quickly feel yourself approaching too, and you decide to ride it out on the window, letting her soaking insides draw your release out of you. In your final moments, you make the most of it, running your hands along Leslie's perky boobs and tilting her chin back for a sloppy kiss.

You bury your cock one final time and erupt your semen as your mind gets wracked with pleasure. Leslie similarly releases a long, drawn-out groan of delight as her walls drain you, and you feel her fast heartbeat vibrating through you.

"Yes... yes... YES! Mmm, FUCK!" She screams out into the open air as you finish climaxing inside of her, and continue thrusting a few more times to get every last drop out. She closes her eyes in bliss, and her hands reach up and pull you in for another kiss.

"Holy fuck... I don't think I've ever cursed that much..." She says as she steps away from the window, bursting into delighted giggles.

"I don't think I've heard that from you either. I guess that means I did a good job?" You say, eyeing the very obvious impression her body left on the window.

"A very good job. In fact, maybe too good... I might have a few bruises. But I don't mind. We should go get breakfast now," she suggests, fixing your hair.

You lean in for one final kiss, and you smooth down her hair in return before you both head to put your clothes back on.