You're Lost- Starfire/RedX/Robin T

You tell him to back away. You tell him to get off of you and that it's wrong. But he doesn't and you don't want him to.

The alcohol in your system has made your body sluggish; your mind foggy. And you're loving the way his hands feel on your body.

He knows you, inside and out, because you've let him. Over the last five months you've let him in and have told him all of your secrets; you've told him more secrets than you've told your boyfriend.

You talk to him about how unhappy you are, so he knows just what to say as he approaches you. He knows just the way to look at you, and just the way to place his hand on your hip to make chills run down your spine and in between your legs. Your breathing quickens and you want him; you want him to do everything and more that he promises as he kisses down your neck and slips his hand under your shirt.

You place your hands on his chest and push him back, tell him to stop before you do something you'll regret.

"You're going to break up with him anyway," he whispers into your ear, and you lean into his body for warmth because you're cold and lonely and he's so close and so warm.

"I still love him," you whimper out.

Your body is screaming, "Yes! Yes let him have me! Let him lay me back and kiss any part of my body he wants! Let him please me!" And you want to give in. You want to give in so badly.

The alcohol has clouded your mind, but your heart still aches for him. In your heart, you know what you're doing is wrong. But you can't stop yourself. Even as you tell him to get away, even as you push him away, your lips are still seeking his and your hands are still gripping tightly onto him to keep him close.

You can feel his want; pressed hard against you, and it gives you shivers as you fist your hands in his hair and kiss him deeper. Your chest is pressed against his and you want the clothes to be gone, you want to feel his skin against yours, but your heart is screaming within your rib cage to get away from his body. In his body is sin and a wrongness that you don't want on your conscious.

"But I'm going to break up with him anyway," you whisper to yourself, and he hears you and nods. He tells you that yes, yes you are going to break up with him anyway.

"You've been so unhappy baby. I hate seeing you unhappy," he tells you, softly kissing your lips. "Let me make you happy."

And you know in your heart that he can make you happy. He can make you oh so happy. He's slept with many girls before; he knows how to please one and can certainly give you a good time.

So why can't you say yes? Why do you feel sick to your stomach as his fingers push against your clit and make your hips buck forward? Is it the alcohol maybe?

"No," your heart tells you. "You feel this way because you're in love with someone else and are committed to someone else, and yet you're all over another man."

And you feel even more sick.

You tell him to get off, and this time you push hard; you have to because his hand is in your pants and you won't be able to distance yourself unless you give him a hard shove.

"Please stop. I can't. I just can't," you whisper before you crumple to the ground. And it is there that you sit in a ball, crying as your heart aches for him.

The ache is worse than it's ever been before, because now you know that you have to end it with him.

The ache is worse because now you know now that he's gone forever.

The ache is worse because you're lost.

oo-oo-oo

So I'm not dead. I've just been busy and off making mistakes. This is based off of my own decisions and is too personal to include names in/add in names to make it fit a certain pairing. But if I had to apply it to a pairing, I would have it be these guys because it's closest to how things really happened.

I'm working on updates and new stories. Keep your eyes open.

Katie