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Achluophobia // E.D. *

Summary: Achluophobia - fear of darkness. Y/N feared Ethan Dolan, a dark soul she once loved but doubted when he was arrested on a murder charge. Now she’s sitting in her bedroom, lights on and all alone, her eyes wide at the TV playing the news that told the breaking story of a familiar convict who recently broke out of prison.

Warnings: Mentions of graphic violence and sexual assault (not displayed by Ethan, I promise), swearing, angst, smut, and some fluff. Italic paragraphs refer to flashbacks.

The strong pitter-patter of the heavy rain was heard against the glass windows as Y/N maintained her gaze on the television screen in front of her. It was a rerun of Sabrina The Teenage Witch and she gladly had all of her lights on, unable to fathom the idea of staying in the dark alone while she was trying to wash out her mind with scenes from Insidious. Although, even without the terrifying movie penetrating her thoughts, she still wouldn’t be able to keep herself in the dark - thanks to her achluophobia. She’s had since she was five and she had thought she heard a monster under her bed, but fortunately for her nightlights existed. Y/N never boasted about her fear to anyone really, well, except to one person, but she will never talk about him again.

Y/N frowned with annoyance when the program automatically switched to a live broadcast, where a brunette newscaster stood in front of what appeared to be a prison, looking absolutely panicked. Police officers paced cautiously behind her, almost as if they were looking for something... she was beginning to have a gut feeling that something wasn’t right.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news,” the woman said into the microphone, famously known as Shannon Lewt. Her voice was shaky and her skin was pale, but she managed to remain professional. “Convicted serial killer Ethan Dolan, who was arrested last year on a single murder charge and was given fifty years in jail, has somehow escaped from his cell and is now on the loose.”

Y/N froze at her words, her stomach dropping immediately. Who cares about the dark? This was more terrifying. How the fuck did Ethan break out of prison?

What if he tries to see her?

No, that couldn’t be. She stopped visiting him months ago, even when they were broken up but he had begged for her to visit him every once in a while to keep him sane. He told her he couldn’t imagine the thought of never seeing his beloved Y/N again, but eventually she grew tired of internally fighting herself about her morality, so she just stopped seeing him altogether without a warning. He was a killer, for crying out loud! How could she love a cold-blooded murderer who sought his victims - most consisting of random older men - behind her back. Ethan had promised her, when he was arrested, that he had stopped his killings when he met her, but why would she believe him? He contained the capability to hurt her in such inhuman ways as he had done to other people.

Snapping out of her daze, Y/N fixated her mind back onto the screen. They were now showing a picture of him, of course his mugshot where he still looked dangerously handsome in. Ethan Dolan donned tattoos from the ankles up, stopping just in the middle of his neck and none of his face. She couldn’t help but feel a tug on her heart when she spotted the freckle on his cheek, the same freckle she used to run her fingers over when he held her. He was in love with her...

Stop it. He’s the definition of evil.

“We advise anybody who catches sight of him or receives information on his whereabouts to please contact the police to help get this maniac on the loose,” Shannon spoke, clutching her umbrella tightly in one hand as the rain seemed to pour harder. “And please keep you and your kids inside at night, and be safe. We’ll-”

Everything turned off. The TV, the lights, the blasting air conditioner. The fucking power went out. Y/N whimpered to herself as she quickly pulled out her phone and turned the flashlight on, removing herself from her bedroom in search of th emergency candles she kept in the kitchen cabinet. She was trying desperately hard not to go into panic mode, but that seemed impossible when the entire perimeter of her neighborhood was in a power outage and her serial killer ex-boyfriend was the loose. Once she finished setting up, Y/N went into her phone to dial 9-1-1 just in case, she absolutely doesn’t feel safe right now.

“Dammit,” Y/N mutters stupidly when her phone shuts off. Dead battery, and no why to charge it. Maybe this is a sign that she should just go to bed and wait for things to get better in the morning.

And then she heard it. The soft knocking against her front door. Her movements stopped when it continued, and she was glad that she had shut her windows so whoever was on the other side, in the pouring rain, couldn’t see into her house.

It can’t be him.

While trying to convince herself that it was probably just her next-door neighbor making sure that she was okay, Y/N jumped when the doorknob started twisting left and right, and that’s when she realized that she left a spare key under her mat - such a fucking idiot. She quickly spun on her feet and ran back upstairs to her bedroom, locking the door behind her as she could hear the front door from downstairs open and quiet footsteps walk in. Y/N opened her closet and buried herself within her plethora of clothes, shutting her eyes tightly as the invader began walking up the stairs. She swore under breath upon discovering another foolish mistake she had made, leave her portable charger downstairs in the kitchen. If she were to have it in her possession right now, she would surely call the police. When are the lights coming back on?

Y/N vividly remembers when she first met Ethan Dolan. One of her friends from her old sorority invited her to a party at some grunge club downtown, something Y/N wasn’t looking forward to but she had owed this particular friend a favor. She regretted every decision she made upon walking into the smoke-filled, alcohol wrenched building as she pushed past multiple people sporting various tattoos and piercings in places Y/N didn’t know was possible to get pierced. She followed her friend, Janet, to the back room where the “good stuff” was, whatever that meant. She was glad to be removed from the main room, as she was growing tired of the heavy metal/death metal music that was blasting into her ears.

The room Janet had taken her into was much smaller with a group of five people, all with tattoos of course, standing around and smoking. Her friend wrapped an arm around her shoulder comfortingly as she walked up to the intimidating set, a fond smile placed on her face.

“Hey guys,” Janet greets, gathering their attention - now set on Y/N, who was the odd one out. “This is my friend from college, Y/N. Y/N, these are my friends from, well, this place. Lea, Derek, Ethan, Grayson, and Tanya.”

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N shyly speaks, squirming a little underneath their curious gazes.

“Well aren’t you cute?” A woman with dark purple hair and black lipstick grins, taking a step forward towards her. “Come on, no need to be scared, we won’t bite... well, I can’t speak for Ethan.”

Then Y/N’s gaze slowly fell from the girl in front of her to a very tall and attractive man who stood patiently behind, staring intensely at her with a smirk on his face. His hair was a dark brown and his whole body was littered with tattoos - well, she assumed so considering his sleeveless shirt that exposed his muscular arms. One tattoo in particular caught her eye, and it looked to be a red snake with black stripes slithering down towards his wrist, its beady eyes staring right into her soul. It was venomous, and it wanted to taint her with poison. Y/N’s eyes raised back up to his face, and his pierced lip grew into a wider smirk. He takes a step forward and gently grabs her hand before raising it to his lips; Y/N sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of the cool metal of his piercing pressed against the back of her hand.

“Hi,” he whispers to her - his voice deep and raspy. He was beautiful. “I’m Ethan.”

If Y/N knew what kind of person he was back then, she would have run as far as she could away from him, and never looked back. But unfortunately, Ethan Dolan contained a shield around him that prevented her from seeing who he truly is. His demonic presence came full force in her angelic life, and there wasn’t anything stopping him from staying there. She even has the mark to prove it.

The sudden knocking against her bedroom door made her jump nearly fifty feet in the air, and the tears she was desperately trying to hold back were starting to form in the corners of her eyes. Not to mention it was still incredibly dark in the house, something that never failed to disturb her 24-year-old soul that desired light 24/7. She remembers when a hurricane dusted the east coast where she resided two summers ago, where her and Ethan were beginning their romantical pursuits with each other. The power had gone out then and Y/N had a full-blown panic attack in front of him, and with desperate confusion he held her tightly in his ink-clad arms, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“The electricity will come back, Y/N,” he lovingly assures her, his fingertips rubbing smooth circles over the nape of her neck. “The hurricane’s only a category 2.”

“It’s not the electricity, or the hurricane I’m worried about Ethan,” she murmurs to him, feeling her heart pound against her chest as another clap of thunder startled her.

“Then what is it?”

“Achluophobia,” she answered, pulling away from him slightly to make eye contact - despite the near pitch-blackness of the room that has deterred thanks to the candles. “The fear of darkness. I was properly diagnosed with it when I was sixteen, but I’ve practically had it since I was born. It’s irrational, I know.”

He stays silent for a moment, then breaks out into an encouraging smile. Not one of mockery, of course, but one of comfort and understanding. “I have my irrational fears as well. A terrible case of trypophobia.”

“The fear of tiny, close together holes?”

He cringed slightly and nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad. I can barely stand to eat strawberries.”

She giggled playfully and felt him kiss the top of her forehead, then lowered his mouth closer to her ear, “This may not be the most romantic, perfect time to tell you, angel, but I love you.”

With widened eyes, Y/N looked up at him, not having expected to hear those words. But when realizing his hazel pupils held the glimmer of pure honesty, she replied back, “I love you too, Ethan.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss against her lips, and when he pulled away she felt the lingering feeling of his piercing pressed against her. He then spoke, “Let me your light, Y/N, and I’ll make sure you won’t be afraid anymore.”

But how could he be the light, if he was the darkest soul she knew? Why wasn’t she afraid of him during their entire time spent together? Why had her fear of the dark deteriorated every time she was with him? Why did he do those terrible things?

And why, God, why does she still fucking love him?

From inside her closet, Y/N nearly pissed herself when she heard the squeaking of her bedroom door being pulled open; the intruder somehow picked the lock. Her eyes casted down towards the small space underneath her closet door, where a pair of feet now stood, knowing the only thing that separated her and the “stranger” was that very door. She stayed still, and hoped that her presence couldn’t be felt and that the person would just walk away. She even held in her breath, but gasped when she heard his voice.

“I know you’re in there, angel,” Ethan laughs, jiggling the handles of the closet door.

Then the door bursted open, revealing the devil himself in all his glory. He was soaking wet from the rain, his orange body suit covered in dirt and grime from his adventurous journey of escaping prison. But still, he was still as handsome as ever. His hazel eyes stared down at her and his lips - still containing the piercing - curved upwards into a smirk. He rubbed a hand over his stubble growing on his jawline and Y/N had an odd urge to run her fingers over that freckle of his on his cheek... even though she should be running and screaming right now.

“Do you happen to have warmer clothes, angel?” he taunts her knowingly, motioning towards his damp and dripping clothing. “It’s raining bullets out there and I’d hate to get sick.”

Bullets.

Y/N blinked mindlessly, and then snapped out of it when he hand reached for her, and she quickly pushed him away and ran out - out of her bedroom and down the hallway to the bathroom. Ethan chased after her, calling out her name repeatedly as she slammed the door and locked it shut.

“Y/N, open the door!” he shouts. “Please, I want to see your beautiful face again.”

Ignoring his pleas, Y/N opens up the small window above her toilet. It’s a tight space, but if she squeezes just enough she’ll be able to fit. The jump from up there to the muddy ground was quite far, but if she positioned herself correctly a sprained ankle would be the worst injury. Anything to get away from him. By now his knockings and shouts has ceased but she wasn’t taking any chances. The moment she hits the ground she’ll run to her car and drive all the way to the police station, then she’ll continue living the rest of her life peacefully. Sucking in a deep breath, she squeezed through the rectangular edges and pushed herself, already feeling the splatters of the cold rain hit her face. She closed her eyes shut as she finally made the courageous move, falling through the air as she awaited the impact of her body against the wet earth.

But the impact never came.

Instead, she fell into a pair of strong arms, where Ethan hugged her tight to his body and cooed into her ear, “I’m always one step ahead of you, angel.”

He then proceeds to walk her shivering body back into the much warmer, yet darker household, shutting the front door behind him. He set her down on the floor when he noticed her continuous shaky movements, realizing how little clothing she was wearing. What can she say? It has been a hot day out, so all she donned for pajamas was a pair of shorts and a crop top. Attempting to ignore the lustful thoughts running through his mind, Ethan grabs the white fuzzy blanket laid out on her couch and wrapped it around her, sighing when she flinched at his touch. His remembrance of her fear dawned on him, and he slowly took a step forward and rested his hands against her shoulders.

“Why are you shaking, angel? There’s no need to be afraid of the dark, I’m right here,” he tries to relieve her, but visibly sees that it hasn’t worked.

Y/N speaks in a shaky breath, “It’s not the dark I’m afraid of, Ethan...”

“Hmm?”

“It’s you.”

Hasn’t he realized he was still wearing his prison uniform? Or the various spots of mud and dirt left by his successful escape? Or when she stopped visiting in jail altogether, ultimately ending the relationship between them? Apparently he hasn’t, because here he is with a scowl present on his face.

“You’re afraid of me?” Ethan spoke with a lump formed in his throat. “Angel, I would never hurt you. I love you.”

“How do I know that?” Y/N questioned, gaining her confidence back.

He chuckles. “That I love you? I-”

“No,” she cuts him off, “that you’d never hurt me. How do I know that you didn’t come here tonight to kill me, like the rest of them?”

His anger grew, and despite not wanting to scare her even more, he clenched his battered fists at his side. “Are you fucking serious, Y/N? I would never lay a harmful finger on you. Of course I’m not going to kill you, I came here because I love and miss you. Do you not feel the same? ‘Cause It sure as hell hurt when you stopped visiting.”

Y/N’s relentless tears blurred her vision as the officers cuffed her beloved and began to lead him out of the nearly empty courtroom. It was barely a trial; a video of him brutally murdering a man on security camera footage was just shown - ultimately confirming Ethan Dolan’s guilt. The elder judge had just sentenced him fifty years, his life away - it would have been more if Ethan hadn’t plead guilty and confessed to numerous other murders he committed.

“Y/N, I love you!” Ethan yelled across the courtroom as he thrashed around in the officer’s grip, the cuffs tightly cutting into his wrists. “I p-promise we’ll be together again someday. Wait for me, angel.”

Once he was finally removed from the courtroom, and presumably on his way to the state prison, Y/N wiped her tears away with a tissue and stood up, ready to go home. She nearly jumped out her skin when she noticed that the judge was still sitting there, watching the heartbroken girl filled with mixed emotions carefully.

“Did you know?” Judge Gunner suddenly asked.

She cleared her throat, “Excuse me?”

“Did you know that your little lover boy over there was a cold-blooded killer?” the grey-haired man clarified, folding his hands together.

“N-No, I didn’t,” Y/N answered, glancing down at the floor. “I swear to you I didn’t know he-”

“Relax, darlin’, I’m not putting you on trial or tying to accuse you of being an accomplice,” he chuckled. “I just want you to know that you’re better off without him. Your kind doesn’t belong with his.”

“My kind?”

He nodded. “The sweet and innocent kind. You don’t belong with cruel and heinous men like him, matter how many times he promised you he’d never hurt you. That’s what they all say, but it never works out well in the end. And don’t you waste a single tear on that heathen, because one day you’ll move on and live the peaceful life you deserve. I really hope you don’t waste your fifty years waiting around for a fool like him.”

“You killed people, Ethan,” Y/N told him, taking a step away from him. “You destroyed innocent lives for your own sickenly selfish gain. You ruined families-”

“Innocent?” Ethan scoffed. “The disgusting men I killed were far from innocent.”

“What?”

“The club we first met, it was filled to the brim with pathetic gross men who preyed on innocent young women and pounced when they got them alone,” he explained, careful to keep their proximity at a close range. “I witnessed many men assault... and do way worse things to girls who obviously made damn sure they didn’t want them in the first place. My first killing was an accident, when I caught... when I caught my sixty-eight year old boss force himself on one of my closest friends in the back of the alleyway at the club. On an instinct I grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head against the brick wall... instantly killing him, because I never realized my own strength. Then I made my killings out of a habit, not on purpose or for some sick fantastical feeling, but because I felt like I had to.

“You think I like killing those men? I didn’t, but those filthy bastards deserved to die and they deserve to rot in jail. The worst part is, they’re everywhere, Y/N. In places where I can’t stop them. It became my duty to save those women being attacked by those monsters, and our justice system is so fucked up those assholes wouldn’t even serve a year in jail ‘cause nobody gives a shit about sexual assault, apparantly. Now I’m not saying that I’m a superhero, but I took it as my responsibility to save as many people as I can for going through such an unimaginable pain... so many women in my life has gone through that, and it fucking sucks to watch it consume their lives and ruin their souls.

“I know murder is wrong, but I figured they were bad men who’ll never face any type of consequence for their actions. It’s not justifiable... of course not, but what if it was your own child being at the hands, vulnerable, of a sick human being? But Y/N, when I met you I vowed to myself to never kill another soul again... but if I were to see some sex-ridden pathetic individual attempt to lay their hands on you... they’d be more than dead. I’m sorry for pretending to be someone I wasn’t, and not telling you... but I didn’t want to scare you off, angel. I love you with all my heart, even when you stopped visiting without a warning. I don’t blame you, though, baby, I just want you to be happy. That’s all I ever want nowadays.”

Okay. Now Y/N has lost all train of thought. Of course she concentrated on every single word of his, and it was scaring her of how much she was believing him. Since knowing Ethan, she’s managed the ability to separate the truths and the lies apart; he never lied much, only little white ones but then again his criminal background was his biggest lie to date. But when he did tell those simple lies like “no angel, I’m not tired” or “no, Grayson just pissed me off” or the classic “I’m not an asshole” she could see the slight flicker of his pupils moving to the right, his special way of trying to remove eye contact from her but not making it too obvious. It was a specific technique she taught herself that Ethan never knew about; she loved the idea of being able to know to he was bullshitting - it was like a sixth sense.

And right now, he was telling the truth.

“There are many reasons as to why I stopped visiting, one being that you were a brutal killer in my eyes and my inner guilt are away at me for loving you too much,” she began, taking a deep breath. “Another being that everybody in my life - my family and even your friends - were telling me to just stop trying to make things work with you, that you’re a horrible and dangerous toxic person who has taken lives. And lastly, I was just tired of waiting out here, in the real world for you. I hated having to drive through the prison gates, get patted down by the guards, and could only speak to you through a glass wall and a telephone with police officers keeping a close watch on you. It hurt me having to make the decision to part from you, to try and eradicate you from my memory but it has been so impossible. I mean, you’ve guided me through my achluophobia, as ridiculous as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound ridiculous,” Ethan shook his head. “It sounds beautiful and I’ve missed you so fucking much. I missed your touch and your kisses, you innocent eyes and your laughter. I missed the times I would leave the room in a split second to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, just to come back and find you trembling at being in the dark alone. And when I returned to bed you would immediately curl into my body and nuzzle your face into my neck, and all I could think about is it you knew what I used to do, you’d be absolutely horrified but the thought of losing you scared the shit out of me.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone why you did what you did?” she questioned.

He shrugged. “I don’t think they’d believe me... besides, they probably already knew, considering they searched up all the men I murdered and noticed one common quality they all shared - that they were all on the sex offender list. Maybe a part of me also thought I deserved serving time, certainly not fifty years but you know...”

“Well, you’re going to get more time because of your escape,” Y/N pointed out, her stomach dropping at the thought. Will she get in trouble too, for sheltering him in her home? “How did you escape, anyway?”

“You’d be surprise what a year of working out and training with other prisoners with years of experience and arms bigger than your head could do. One of the tiles in my jail cell, I noticed, was seemingly cracked so at night, I yanked it out and noticed a secret underground tunnel that led to the sewers... probably why I stink like shit right now. It was like they were asking me to escape.”

A silence enveloped the pair, and what Y/N hadn’t realized was that she was still shivering. Then, all of a sudden at the perfect moment, the lights of her house turned out which made her sigh in relief. Ethan raised an eyebrow at her and motioned towards the landline, asking, “So, are you going to call the police now?”

She thought to herself. If she were to call the police, she could finally move on from him and begin a fresh start... no she couldn’t. There was something about tonight that is surely meant to be remembered for quite a long time. But if she doesn’t call the police, then she’d be charged with harboring an escapee and it would make things more complicated.

She made her decision. “No, Ethan. I’m not going to call the police.”

His shoulders relaxed from its previous tensed position, and he spoke exasperated, “Then can I get some new clothes? I’d hate for a neighbor to walk by and see me in this orange jumpsuit.”

Y/N nodded her head, thinking back to the drawer in her bedroom dedicated to his clothing he left for whenever he spent the night.

“I should just stop being fucking lazy and move in already,” Ethan laughs to himself as he gazed at the ceiling, while his girlfriend pulled a hoodie of his from the drawer. “Most of my shit’s here anyway.”

“But then Grayson would miss you,” Y/N told him, grinning to herself as she handed him his Kid Cudi hoodie.

“I’m fucking tired of him and Janet going at it every single goddamn minute of the day. Walking in on them in the kitchen ruined my life,” he huffs as she laid beside him, resting her head on his chest. “I really doubt he’d be down on his knees begging me to continue being his roommate.”

“How loud are they?” she asked, amused by his frustration.

“Loud enough to alert the neighbors, but not enough for the police to actually be called for a complaint - they’re not us,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

She pouted her lips. “I’m not that loud!”

“Angel, you’re a screamer.”

Ethan then pushed her against the mattress and climbed on top of her, a devious glint in his eyes as he pinned her wrists together above her head. Her breathing became heavy as he spoke erotically, “I can prove it, you know.”

“Then prove it,” she challenged. “I’m quiet as a mouse.”

“Okay, wanna bet? If you win, you win,” he murmured, leaning further into her body as his tongue lightly toyed with the tip of her ear. “But if you lose you have to marry me.”

“Marry you? Are you proposing to me, E?” Y/N giggled.

“Not quite yet, but maybe after I fuck you.”

Ethan’s fingers intertwined with hers as he led them upstairs, and towards the bathroom that she escaped from less than forty minutes ago. She glanced at him quizzically before he explained, “We need to warm ourselves up, angel, and plus I’m dirty as shit and I know you live for hot showers.”

She watched as he pushed the curtain lightly to the side before turning on the shower, then spun back around to face her. He began zipping down his jumpsuit, revealing his tattooed covered body and prison-styled boxers. He felt her stare on him and he smirked, glancing up at her with the orange material in his hand. “We’ll burn this later. Need help, angel?”

Snapping out of her daze, Y/N shook her head before discarding her soaked pajamas, feeling his eyes on her as she stripped herself completely naked on him. She raised her eyebrow at him as his eyes greedily roamed her body with absolute desire - not surprising, considering he’s been locked up for an entire year without any action. Ethan gently grabbed her wrists and allowed her to step into the shower first, and she hummed in content at the feeling of the heat being sprayed upon her freezing skin. He stepped in behind her and reached over for the shampoo, first getting some for his own hair before deciding to scrub some into hers. His hands dropped from her strands to her shoulders, massaging the area slowly before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against the back of her neck. Shivers were sent down her spine at the infamous feeling of the cool metal of his lip piercing, and she wondered how the officers allowed him to keep it while he was in jail.

But God, she missed his lip piercing. She missed him.

“Angel, what are you thinking about?” Ethan whispered into her ear, his arms now wrapping around her waist while his fingers traced up and down her stomach.

“You,” Y/N admitted breathlessly. “And your lip piercing.”

“Is that so?” he hums arrogantly. “Did you miss my piercing against that sweet pussy of yours?”

She nodded her head eagerly as his fingers trailed down to her throbbing core, her mouth practically drooling when his fingertips reached her clit. She moaned softly as he played with her sensitively before delving a finger in between her wet folds, earning a squeal from her lips as he began thrusting another digit inside her. His chest was pressed against her back as he finger-fucked her, and she could feel his throbbing erection against the side of her ass. She threw her head back as various sounds ranged from her mouth, and she gasped when he suddenly grabbed her neck and forced her to look down at the motion of his fingers inside her tight walls, moving at a fast rate.

“Look at yourself cumming angel, look how fucking pretty you look when you cum for me,” Ethan growls, and those words alone were enough to let her release all over his fingers.

He removed them from her core and pulled them back towards his mouth, his tongue licking up her sweet juices. “God, I missed how much you fucking tasted. I want to fuck you in every inch of this house.”

Y/N innocently turned around in his arms, facing him and batting her eyelashes sweetly before getting down to her knees, eyes widening slightly at how red his tip was and how his cock was already dripping with pre-cum. She wrapped her arms around his length, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to last a goddamn minute as she slowly slipped him inside her sweet mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth. It’s been a while, but she managed to get into the swing of things as she took him down her throat, all the throat training they’ve done together certainly wasn’t a waist of time.

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna-” She knew it. Shots of his cum spewed down her throat as he groaned loudly, then became breathless as she removed her mouth.

Quickly, he shut the shower off and grabbing Y/N, pulling her out of the bathroom and running towards the bedroom. Y/N giggled at the excitement that fell off his body, “Ethan, you’re going to slip!”

“Then we’ll fuck on the floor,” he said, managing to avoid such a fate as they finally entered her bedroom.

Throwing her onto the bed, he slowly climbed on top of her and watched with delight as she wiggled underneath him. His fingers brushed the side of her wet face as she stared at him expectedly, wondering what his next words would be.

But instead, it was her that broke the temporary silence, “I love you, Ethan.”

She’s never stopped.

“I love you too, angel,” he spoke in adoration, absolutely in love with the woman he’s longed for in such a painfully long time. “Lights on or off?”

Lights on - I want to see your devastatingly beautiful face.

Lights off - I want the darkness, I like being afraid.

“Can you turned the nightlight on?” she quietly asked, deciding on an option that worked best.

He nodded his head and lurched forward a little to shut shut the lamp off, then flicked on the plugged in purple nightlight by her beside. Crawling back on top of her, his jaw fell slightly agape at the glow reflecting off her face, and in that present moment she truly looked like an angel - the pure epitome of one, a woman destined to go to Heaven and him a man doomed to Hell. She doesn’t deserve him - Y/N Y/L/N deserves to be loved by a man with a normal life who is able to provide her stability and comfort rather than a trigger of poor memories and an offer to escape their current situation just to live a peaceful life. She is too damn good for him, but if she’s so in love him, then does that make her equally as insane as he is?

“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow so I can savor this moment, you know, in case I get locked up in the slammer for good,” Ethan says, running a hand over her left breast and squeezing it tightly. “Sounds good, angel?”

“Yes,” she tells him, nodding her head.

He lowered his hands and spread her legs apart before sliding himself into her at such a slow rate; him grunting as he desperately tried not to cum within the first five seconds of entering her tight walls. He took a deep breath before thrusting his hips, burying his dick further into her pussy as her hands grabbed at his hair, tugging on it while she whimpered from her slow movements. Nice and slow, baby, nice and slow. He was fucking her like their first time together - he was the one who had taken her virginity, after all. He felt her walls clench around him as he quickened his pace just a bit, so he could feel her fingernails running down his bare back. He couldn’t help but lean forward and place a lingering, deep kiss upon hers as he steadied their movements, her legs now wrapped around his waist with her knees pushed upwards.

Ethan pulled away and began to quicken his pace even more as he spoke, “I want to run away with you. Leave the country, somewhere far away. Get new identities, but remain ourselves for ever. Get jobs, buy a house. Get married, have babies. Anything you want, angel, but I know I’d be taking you away from your life here-”

“Ethan,” she stopped him, “my life is your life. It was locked up when you were locked up. If I wasn’t willing to wait for you to run away, I wouldn’t been gone already the moment you were sentenced. I love you, E, as Y/N Y/L/N and whatever new name I receive when we begin our new lives.”

Ethan smiled, tears in his eyes as he decided not to hold himself back anymore. He gently repositioned himself before thrusting back in roughly, causing a nearly faint reaction from Y/N as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Ethan!” she cried, feeling the knot form in the pit of her belly as she arched her back.

“Cum baby cum,” he encouraged while groaning. “Let’s cum together angel.”

No pun intended.

They let out one last screams - well, muffled screams on Y/N’s end by Ethan’s hand, not wanting to alert the neighbors. Once Ethan pulled out, they laid together and immediately fell asleep, consumed in their dreams while the rest of the neighborhood panicked about an escaped convict - unaware he was just down the street in the sweet and desirably innocent Y/L/N’s residence. The storm outside persisted roughly, and neither of the sleeping pair could hear the sounds of police sirens race down the streets of the town they resided, desperate to find him.

And then the power went out, and it was dark again, but she was no longer afraid.

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