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Title: The Ghost of You
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pron. sad pron.
Disclamier: I don't own any of these images, or Ryan, I do own Firith...only not really rotflmfao

. I don't own that song "Ghost of You" either that's by a little band called My Chemical Romance.
Note: For Firith Cool

. I went a little emo on your asses, hope ya'll can handle it! cheese

It's not as graphic as my usual porns either lol. and no comedy, gawd that's a first! lmfao

okay, let me shut up now....
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The Ghost of You

Firith sat at her kitchen table, contemplating whether to rip up the piece of paper that was in front of her or read it again and cry like she usually did.

She knew she’d never have the heart to throw it away, however, so she read it again…and sobbed. It happened every time she read it. The paper was wrinkly with dried tears. She’d read it at least once a week due to her masochistic nature. Or maybe it was because she couldn’t let it go, couldn’t accept that he was really dead.

I should know better, she thought as she got up from the table and put the paper away, her hands shaking. It always left her with the same affect, the same empty feeling. The loss was irreparable. If he would’ve known how his death was going to affect her, he never would’ve done what he did.

That was always his problem. He never knew how much she cared for him. Maybe it was partially her fault for never really showing him, but it just wasn’t in her nature to say “I love you”. So she never had. It haunted her every day for the last two years that she hadn’t.

It hurt the worst on the days she would blame herself, like today. Exactly two years and instead of the pain floating away with time, it had become a numb ache in her body. She’d thought it’d be over, she’d thought it would hurt less, at least. But it hurt just as much as the day she found him. Sure, there were days when she barely thought of it, but when she did, it was always there, clawing away at any kind of barrier she had tried to put up between her and the incident.

She sighed as she walked towards “their” room. All trace of him was gone. It was only their king size bed that was left. She always planned to get rid of it, but it was just one of those things that she forgot after a while. But late at night, in the lonely dark, she’d remember his hands all over her, warming her, arousing her.

Firith removed her clothes slowly, stepping out of the room and into the bathroom. She turned the water on extra hot, forming a pool of steaming water. She poured in some bubble bath soap, needing some relaxation. It had been a long day, as it always was.

She cringed as she placed one foot inside the water, the heat scorching her skin. It didn’t matter, she was used to it. She closed her eyes, treasuring the intensity of the burning water. It was so hot it made her shiver. Numbing her entire body, she forgot to think as it seeped into every open pore. Her body was so still that she didn’t even feel alive, which was the exact feeling she had been pining for.

Her eyelids drooped heavily, eyelashes almost touching her cheek…

Until a crashing sound caused her eyelids to flutter back up. Firith blinked rapidly, her heart racing.

“Hello?” she said, knowing it was ridiculous, knowing she was alone. But still…

As she had expected she received no answer. She let out a breath slowly, one she hadn’t even realized she was holding. It wasn’t until then that she noticed how deathly quiet her apartment was. The only sound penetrating the atmosphere was the drip, drip, drip of the faucet into her already cooling water. She shivered.

Time to get out of this bathtub, she thought to herself, getting up out of the water and drying off. It was always awful getting out of the comforting heat, because she ended up freezing afterwards, her teeth chattering.

Turning off the light of the bathroom, her bare feet padded towards the bedroom. She almost hesitated, wanting to see what had made the crashing sound in the kitchen when all of a sudden it rang through her apartment once more.

CRASH.

Like dishes breaking, the sound exploded in her ears. She wanted to scream but the shock paralyzed her vocal cords. A cloud of thick black smoke engulfed her at every side, but she could still see clearly the person who stood across from her.

“Firith?”

Firith almost fainted at the sound of his voice, one she thought she’d never hear again. “Ryan?” Her voice was tiny compared to his.

He nodded, coming forward out of the black smoke surrounding him. He looked exactly the same. He didn’t look like a ghost, or a vision, he looked real. The texture of his hair, his slightly smudged makeup, his soft lips, it wasn’t just her imagination, Ryan was actually there.

“I brought you something.” He held out his hand to her, a perfect white rose sitting in his palm.

“Oh my God.” Firith whispered, carefully taking the rose from him. She staggered towards her bedroom, placing it on the dresser. She couldn’t find the words to say how much she hated and loved him. How she wished she could form any kind of forgiveness…but it was impossible. She couldn’t even speak.

Then he was behind her, whispering in her ear. “You don’t have to speak. Give me your hand.”

She looked into his deep brown eyes and she gave him her hand.

He stripped away her towel, drinking in her naked body. She instinctively wrapped her arm around herself, shaking.

“Come over here Firith.”

She stepped into his arms, letting out a silent sob as he embraced her with his warmth. She buried her face in his neck, openly giving herself to him all over again. He held her tightly, as if saving her from collapsing.

He walked her to their bed, laying her down gently. His eyes roamed over her body lovingly and she whispered “Touch me.”

He looked unsure as he moved his right hand over her stomach and up towards her breasts.

“I’m the one that should be afraid Ryan, not you.” she said, her voice trembling.

“No, don’t be afraid, please.” he pleaded, rubbing her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his gaze intensified as she sighed breathlessly. “I just-”

“I know Ryan, I know.” She moved her hand slowly up to his face, fingertips brushing his features. Her reserve almost shattered right then and there. He looked at her and nodded, a silent understanding resting between them.

His hand didn’t stop at her breast. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over the tight peaks, slowing running his tongue in circles around both her nipples.

She reveled in the feel of his hot, wet tongue. She had missed it so much, feeling him so close…

He ran his hands over the smooth skin on her stomach as he kissed her breasts and she gasped as he bit her sensitive skin. He stopped for a second, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, throwing them to the side. He was completely naked when he returned to her, and she couldn’t stop herself from staring.

He laid himself on top of her, both of them reeling from the heat of their skin finally pressing against each other after such a long, anguished time.

And then he kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth and she moaned deep in her throat as his lips burned on her own. An uncontrollable fire, one Firith hadn’t felt since Ryan died, lifted from her stomach to her breasts to her entire body. She felt her hands go into his hair and she felt his erection on her leg, hot and swollen and pulsing for release.

His hands traveled to her very core, his fingers expertly moving over the folds of her wetness, rubbing her clit in abandon as she moved underneath him. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough, it was never enough...Ryan was all she needed and all she ever wanted.

Her eyes radiated her love as he plunged his fingers deep inside of her. “God, you’re so wet.”

She kissed him greedily as he removed his fingers, placing his dick to her waiting hole.

Their sweltering gazes were on one another as he hovered over her. He entered her slowly, and she shuddered, closing her eyes at the familiar feeling of Ryan inside of her.

She cried out his name as he was inside her completely, the torture of the useless years without him erased from her memory. He was there, with her. That was all that mattered.

She wrapped her legs around him, tightly enveloping him closer to her. She cried broken sobs as he started moving rapidly in and out of her body, as his nails dug into her hips, as their bed moved in the rhythm of the past. Their sweat combined and their bodies moved together.

Ryan’s hands smoothed over her face as he looked at her passionately, never taking his eyes off her. Tears didn’t cease to run down her face as he left her then thrust back in, building up the tension. His tears fell on her cheeks as he couldn’t bear it any longer. Closing his eyes tight, he exploded, moaning her name in quiet whimpers. She came in his arms, shaking violently, breaking apart against him. He held her close for a while then kissed her softly, laying down next to her.

“I love you Ryan.” Firith said to him finally in a whisper that might’ve been missed by less attentive ears.

But he wasn’t there.

She searched the bed frantically. “Ryan? Ryan? RYAN!” Firith got up from the bed, yelling his name as she ran crazily through what had been their house, going from room to room in vain.

“No, don’t do this to me again!” She yelled, collapsing on her bed, alone. She sobbed, rocking back and forth, drowning in hopeless tears…drowning…drowning…

Firith sputtered out a mouthful of water. She had fallen asleep in the bathtub. But the vivid image of Ryan was still fresh in her memory. The water was freezing, but she felt warm, her entire body felt warm, warm from Ryan’s hands and his body on hers.

She refused to believe it was all just a dream as she got out of the bathtub, running towards her bedroom.

She found it on her dresser, the perfect white rose. It had been him. Ryan Ross. And on a note next it…

I’m sorry. I love you too.
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opinions? too emo perhaps? Hope you liked it Firith! hug

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