Reflections.

Author's Note: A bit of this was taken from the original branch and edited to match the changes in my branch with permission from Vox121 since... idk how to write heavy drama plots stuff since I'm very inexperienced writer @.@ anyways here ya go.

"Oh my fucking god," A cock muffled Emma on the screen cried out before her giggles descended into delirium as they pounded her mercilessly, but as the Emma whimpered in the video and a pale lithe finger found the button. There was a click as my Emma quickly turned down the volume to the minimum as she shook her head furiously, "There's nothing good after that, It's ruined" Emma muttered, "They ruined the best part"

I just blinked in response as she tossed my phone behind her to land a thud softly on my mattress. Emma's posture radiated annoyance as she held her arms crossed in front of her body, teeth biting at the corner of her lips. I found myself smiling. She was so cute and adorably angry as she shifted her weight back and forth as she waited impatiently. Try as I might not to put her on a pedestal but she was like an angel to me, perfect in every way. Even through the mess that now marred her perfect features, most of all I found the little quiver of her lips and the concern in her eyes so very endearing and real compared to the acts she put on for me. My heart fluttered in my chest at the realization of how **** she must be feeling, naked, freshly fucked, freshly used by my friends for pleasure.

"No -" I said stopping her, reaching for her hands. "It was amazing," I said with a grin trying to reassure her. "I loved it -" Emma grimaced, her brow furrowing together again.

"Don't be I was the one who wanted you to do this," I cut in desperately hoping she wasn't acting. This seemed so real, but sometimes doubt crept into my mind. Emma looked so small, **** and she was the furthest from her usual self

Emma bit her lip, her hands twisting themselves around nervously, "Yeah I know - But all of this - this is my fault, I guess - I started this all - I made you like this"

"No, you didn't -"

Emma shook her head, "No, you don't get it - I lied to you - There's never been anyone else, no other players, no quests, it was always just you. I - don't know why I lied, I didn't want you to feel special, I wanted to keep my distance, to make sure I didn't get hurt along the way... "She trailed off, her eyes staring through me as if remembering some far-off memory, " - I - don't know when but somewhere along the way something changed - and now I've fucked Owen" She stopped, tears welling in her eyes, "Do you still like me Isaac"

I managed to nod amidst a whirlwind of emotions. Somehow I gathered enough of myself to answer. “Never stopped.”

“I just slept with your frie- Owen”

“Don’t care.”

“I'm a slut.”

I was about to say otherwise, but the look she gave me silenced it.

“I’m not going to stop being one just because you like me.”

“I know.”

There was a flurry of emotions fighting in her expression. Cold resolve battled with warm concern. “I want to sleep with you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready - what if it's just like all the others? What if I don't feel anything?"

“I can wait."

“Can you?” she asked, pain slipping into her voice. “Can you honestly tell me you will be fine waiting for me? Watching me as I get passed around between your friends? Showing you how much I enjoyed them? Showing you all about how so many other guys are enjoying something you aren’t?”

I said nothing. The only thing I could do at this point was stare. I knew what she was doing. This was the part of the final boss where it threw everything it could right before it was defeated. This was all Emma’s last-ditch attempt at stopping me from making what she believed to be a mistake.

“I won’t tolerate other women. If you aren’t getting sex from me, you aren’t getting it. Period.”

She looked angry. Angry that I was still standing there. Angry I was silently accepting her demands and declarations.

“Damn you, Isaac. Damn you.”

Before I could say anything, she closed the distance between us. I was swept into the passion of her kiss. I was knocked back a step as she threw her arms around my neck. Lips crushed against mine, I felt her tongue demand entrance.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the moment. All the stress and tension fell away as I concentrated only on the moment. The heat of her body against mine. The wonderful softness of her lips. The mild mix of sweat and perfume. A part of me cried out at me telling me that she had just had sex with Owen. That she had just stained the cum on her against my shirt, that the cold cum smeared all over my groin. Where other guys would have been repulsed by that thought, it only drove me to hold her tighter. Kiss her with more passion.

Because right now? Emma was mine.

Mine.

And no one would ever have her like I did right here, right now. No one but me.

And that was a high that nothing else could come close to hitting.

Breaking the kiss, she stepped away. She looked up at me with those wild eyes of hers. The wild intensity that I unleashed. Her mouth was parted slightly, breathing rather hard as she fought for breath after our long kiss.

Ask her.

Hope. I swear to god—

“Does this mean…?” I trailed off, unable to finish. I was out of gas. All the stimulation… It was exhausting, "You weren't pretending earlier, it wasn't an act right"

She smiled. Smiled not because she was excited about all the future shenanigans we would get into. Not because she was thinking of all the ways she would tease and torment me.

Emma smiled for no other reason than because she was happy. She leaned in close, the heat radiating off her body. A strong, sweaty, and sweet smell enveloped me, but I found myself frozen in place, "It was always just for you"

Emma reached out her hand to grab my cock and slowly pulled my hand away. My cock, throbbed with arousal, leaking copious amounts of precum. "Just look at how excited you are" Emma's whispered, a devilish smile on her face. Her hand shot down to stroke my cock and I flinched with pleasure, before freezing with guilt. I looked back towards my bedroom door and back towards her, but she continued, undaunted by my fear.

I was going to explode any second. Her scent, the warmth of her hand on my cock, her closeness. Her eyes bore into me, filled with excitement and glee as I looked up and stared at her and smiled sharing her excitement, but the moment was shattered when my gaze flickered up to Owen's naked body behind her.

"Ready for round two slut"

"Could you not, I'm trying to have a moment here with my boyfriend," Emma snapped, but she did nothing to stop his roaming hands, but Owen recoiled as if struck by her words.

"What the fuck do you mean boyfriend?" Owen demanded.

"Oh is fucking your friend's girlfriend beyond your moral compass?"

"Fuck you, you don't know anything about me"

Emma scoffed, "Don't pretend like you have a moral code."

Owen's eyes were harsh on Emma, but remained silent simmering with an emotion I struggled to identify.

"What do you have a code or something? Oh my god you do. Is it...? is it the bro code?" Emma laughed taunting him. "Oh my god it is. Like that'd stop you from fucking me" Emma's voice light and mocking, but there was a coquettish look on her face as her expression lit up with a mischievous energy, her eyes darting back and forth between my eyes and my groin. I shivered, I knew that look, she was thinking of all the ways she would tease and torment me and I welcomed it.

"Bull shit, you aren't dating." Owen said, "She's lying." he shot me a look and said, "Why would you want to date a girl like that, she's a .." Owen bit his tongue and trailed off hesitant. I swallowed nervously, unsure how to respond. The atmosphere was suddenly very awkward and uncomfortable to me as I my senses rushed back to me and I became acutely aware of the audience of my friends behind me.

"Why not, you don't think we look good together" Emma's hands slid around my shoulders drawing me into an embrace, her soft hair resting against my chest, "Don't we look good" she asked batting her long eyelashes, and gazing into my eyes, with an innocent and sweet smile, but her leg hooked and wrapped around mine rubbing seductively. "What, were you about to call me Owen? A whore? A Bitch? A Slut? " Emma grinned, before pausing in a false moment of reflection "You're absolutely right Owen I am a slut" Owen flinched but his scowl remained and my stomach flipped in response, "That doesn't change how you feel about me does it Isaac "

"Of course not" I said casting all doubts from within me.

"I have my doubts about your code" Emma smirked, as she drew quotes in the air, "How about we put your morals to the test."