Army Of Two

You've found me right when I needed you the most. And now we are living on the love that we deserve, and you are going to have to heal me. When will there be time for me and you especially now that I'm suffocating under the borderlines of Canada, who wish to have me as their own? We need to run, jump, and hide because I'm no longer fighting for Simon or for the Angels, I'm fighting for you as you fight for me. Together we are an army to not be reckoned with, we are an Army Of Two. But this time the weather is hotter, the missions more dangerous and the sex has just gotten sweeter.
*Sequel to Baise-Moi*

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4. Dying

"We've both changed," Zayn said to me as he followed me up the stairs.

"Ugh," I turn on him as we reach the top of the stairs. "You are still Zayn and I'm still Giselle."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Giselle, it's been eight months since I last saw you. We are no longer in a cold climate back home, but here. If you would've told me this is where I would be in less than a year I would laugh. God damn it, I've never been so confused, lost and unstable in my entire life. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I found you I would be able to find myself again. I guess I was wrong."

I couldn't watch his hurt, pain stricken face. So I turned around, and went to my room. I wasn't sure if he was still following me, but I just continued walking. Despite the fact that I was destroyed the same inside as he was outside, it didn't show in my room. Sometimes I didn't even get to sleep in my bedroom, but instead had to sleep under a tree or behind a bush in the pursuit of chasing the 'bad guy'.

My room was clean, hardly touched, a thin blanket of dust covered the cabinets and dressers.

The door closed behind me. He was following me.

I turned around, my long hair draped over my right shoulder as he stepped forward. He twirled a strand around his index finger.

"Your hair has gotten longer," he almost whispers. "Lighter too, by the sun I guess."

"Zayn, I'm glad you found me, but I don't think America is the best place for you to be. It's...unhealthy here. Please go home, and I'll come back to you."

"Come back in what? One year, two years? You honestly think I can just pick up and leave? You and I...I can't explain it, but we're compatible. We know each other, and you can push me away as much as you want but I will always want you, crave you even."

I swallowed, my bottom lip dropping. I grasped the attention of his eyes as dark desire soon filled each of his orbs.

I tried to separate myself from Zayn so many times but I just couldn't. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't--. "Kiss me," I breathed looking up at him.

He didn't let any time slip away as he quickly placed his hand behind my next and pulled me towards him. His lips tasted like honey with a hint of tobacco. I moaned against his lips, my knees almost falling out beneath me, but he held onto me. I was totally given to him and he knew it as he picked me up in his arms and brought me over to my freshly made bed.

He dropped me down and soon was hovering over me as I quickly pulled his shirt. I wanted to feel his skin, his muscles tense under my touch. His shirt went falling to the floor as he tugged my loose tee shirt over my head, my fingers skimming his tattoos.

He came down and nudged my head to the side as he begun to kiss my neck, gentle at first but then becoming hard. I arched myself into him as I felt him undo the buttons of my jean shorts and slide a hand in between the soft lace and my skin. I gasped as his fingers came in contact with my clitoris, my fingers pulling on his dark hair that definitely seemed shorter.

The friction between us became unbearable as the temperature in the room rose and sweat begun to form. Our breathing becoming heavier as I breathed his name into the hot air. 

"Zayn," I started to beg as his fingers kept swirling into circles on my wet center. My lips forming around his name felt foreign, but encouraged him to slide a finger inside of me. "Ugh," I groaned as he added another finger. "Please, I can't wait."

His movements started to slow as he resurfaced from my neck and looked into my eyes. Hunger rose in the reflection coming from his dark orbs. 

He stood up on his knees at the end of the bed, I watched him as he slowly peeled my shorts from my skin, pulling them off my feet. He came forward and placed his hand on the back of my neck pulling me up. His fingers undid my lace bra, my arms exiting the straps as he let the fabric fall to the floor. I fell back to the bed as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the denim down, releasing himself.

He was already hard and erect as I saw the veins in his shaft pulse. 

My lips formed a small 'o' as I exhaled, the air falling from behind my teeth. The muscles in my stomach tightening as he leaned over me. He pulled my underwear roughly to the side as I felt his tip tease me. My eyes closed, waiting for him.

"Look at me," he breathed.

My eyes opened at his command, and I looked up at him as he slowly entered me. His intrusion was new to me, causing me to tremble. 

I could feel him about to move, but I wasn't ready. "Wait," I muttered as his eyes widened. "Slow. It's been awhile." 

I thought I saw a hint of a smile as I felt him cease inside of me. I tightened my walls around him. hearing him groan. 

"That's unfair," he breathed. "Please let me move." 

I nodded as I felt him slowly move out and then move back inside of me. My hands tightened their grips on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. 

The pain soon turned to pleasure and I was begging him to move faster. "Deeper," I breathed into his ear, his hair rising on his arms as I felt him move to an even greater level inside. 

"Damn," he exhaled, his breathing uneven. 

Sweat was wetting his hair at his forehead, my own hair sticking to my shoulders as my fingers soon touched his back. With every thrust my nails dug in and ran along his skin, no doubt to leave raised red lines there. 

I didn't realize how much I actually wanted him, needed him. Not just physically but in presence. I could think about him, and dream about him, but he would never truly be there. Now he was. 

He was right here with me, making me reach another world as our moans rose from our lips. 

I didn't realize that I was screaming his name with pleasure until he rested his face in my neck. 

"Shh," he spoke into my ear. 

My throat loosened as I slowly stopped and felt him pulling my body up with his. We were in a sitting position, on my knees as I begun to lift myself, and make my own movements. 

I let my hands stop on his calves as I arched my back. 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he muttered as his fingers ran down in between my breasts and stopped on my clit. He begun to rub my center, my body soon faltering as I moaned in response to his touch. 

"Don't stop," I begged as I felt myself reaching my climax. "Please, I'm going to--."

Zayn quickly pulled me to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he whispered, "Let go." 

I moaned into his neck as I pulsed around his cock. His fingers went through my sweat-filled hair as he placed kisses on my shoulder. 

I kept moving though through my climax and felt himself growing inside of me. 

"Fuck," he growled into my hair as he kept me close, my nails still tracing lines in his skin. It wasn't soon after he looked up at me, "Off," he told me blankly. 

He placed his hands on my backside before lifting me off him. I normally would kiss him, touch him, till he released but I felt brave. 

I replaced his hand with mine over his shaft and started to pump. His head fell back, his arms supporting him. A drop of his moisture came from the tip and I knew he was close. 

I came forward with my lips and lightly touched my tongue with his produced moisture. A groan came from his lips as I pumped harder and faster. 

Zayn's fingers intertwined with my hair as he pushed my head down gently. He begged me, and gave him what he wanted as I placed his thick shaft in my mouth. I teased him with the slight touch of my teeth and he hissed in pleasure. My head bobbed as I waited for him, and soon he took himself out of my mouth. 

"Shit," he groaned before he spilled onto my chest. He was breathing heavy as the last of his drops poured out of him. 

"I missed the taste of you," I said as I placed a finger in his white liquid and brought it to my lips. The salty taste reminded me of our other times. The first time everything. 

He smiled, before he pulled me towards him and placed his lips over mine. 

"Though you have become more controlling," I teased. 

"I can get a lot worse," he said against my lips. "I've been dying to be inside you." 

"I'm sorry," I said as he slowly started to push me down onto the bed. 

"Don't be, we both need help. Except I've been hiding as you've been screaming loud and clear and I've been ignoring," he said as he lay next to me. Our bodies intertwined together. 

"I haven't been screaming," I started as I stared up at the ceiling. "I've been dying." 

I hope you enjoyed!!!! Please comment, like, and favorite! Also my top fanfics have been changed to a Y rating so you all can catch up, but this chapter is the main reason I have an R rating for my stories. I will only keep the rating at Y for a couple more hours before I change it back. The only thing I can think of is if you make a fake account with a 16+ birthday...I know I'm a badass. 

Love you all, Morgan xx

ps: ooohhhhh I also got a snapchat, so 'snap' me? I don't know, it's a big thing right now. My username is okaymorgan

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