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Even months after the raid, Fezco couldn’t shake the massive feeling of guilt that hung on his shoulders, and the weight only grew when he pictured his little brother in juvie, rotting in a cell. It should’ve been him there, in prison, doing time for his countless crimes.
But instead he had the pleasure of sitting in the comfort of his home, surrounded by the girl who had stuck by his side through it all - Lexi. When he got out, sentenced to 18 months on house arrest, she showed up on his doorstep, big brown doe eyes shining with unshed tears, her lower lip jutted out into a pout when she wrapped her arms around him. She’d been worried about him. Him . A fucking deadbeat who managed to put his baby brother in juvie after letting him sell drugs throughout his entire childhood.
She had soothed him that night, held his hand and stroked his scalp when the guilt became too much. And when he took her bed, she was the one who whispered praise in his ear, telling him how happy she was that he was okay, how lucky she was to have him in his life. She eased his worries and made him feel sane again.
But the thing that shocked him the most was when she vowed to keep him company, to keep him distracted while he was holed up in his house. He knew with every moment spent with her, the time would fly by, and before he knew it, he’d be able to see his little brother again.
———
Small, steady fingers pressed a single red gem to the middle of his ankle monitor, adding the first of many jewels that Lexi used to, in her words, ‘bedazzle him.’ His leg was propped up on the floral couch, his foot placed snugly in her lap as her hands moved over him.
“You lucky I can’t leave the house.” Fezco mumbled around the orange tip on his cigarette, the end flaring red as smoke poured from lips, to which he thoughtfully blew to the side rather than in her direction.
Her mouth quirked to the side, a cheeky grin taking place. “You’re gonna love it, trust me.” She dabbed a dot of superglue on the strap before pressing another jewel to it, a blue one that time, a fetching shade that was almost identical to his eyes.
With 2 months already gone, Lexi had been doing everything in her power to keep Fezco company, but still, he smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish. They watched movies mainly, drew on the sidewalk with chalk (at least on the parts of concrete they could reach without his monitor going off), and practically made it their mission to fuck on every surface possible.
Some days were quieter, especially when her mother demanded she spend a few nights at her own house, but since it was summer and school was out, she was with him almost constantly.
Of course, he enjoyed her company, but she could tell that sometimes he wanted to sulk in peace - to which she obliged and would go home for a few hours, only to come back immediately when he called her and basically begged her to come back. She never told him no, but then again, how could she? She wouldn’t deny him when he needed her, and lately, he needed her at every waking moment.
“There!” Lexi pulled away, examining the now colorful bracelet, her other hand resting comfortably on his calf. “Do you like it?” Glancing up at him for approval, she purposely widened her eyes and slid her hand slowly up his leg as he twisted his ankle around, observing the monitor with a slight frown. But the little spark of excitement in her gaze shifted his mood, and he responded with a small nod, her face lighting up at the sight of his smile.
“Looks good, shorty.” He stubbed his cigarette out on the tray beside him and began to move his foot from her lap, when he was stopped suddenly by her tight grip holding him in place.
“Wait! I almost forgot,” Her body twisted, brown hair tangling around her shoulders as she felt around the couch for something, and when she turned back, she held a bright pink marker in her fist. Before he could protest, she was already dragging the ink across the monitor, signing the band with bright, bold letters of her name, essentially marking him as her own.
“Okay, there-“ She turned sheepish then, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes straying down. It suited her, he decided - innocence. The way she blushed prettily at every little thing he said or did, how she begged for his guidance when she was buried under his sheets, her body twisting wildly beneath his own. And he took pride in the fact that he was the one to make her react in such a way.
“Pretty.” He muttered, but that time he wasn’t looking at the work of art on his ankle. His eyes traveled over her flushed face, the pink that spread down her neck and disappeared beneath her shirt. “Like you.”
“Thanks.” Lexi ducked her head, her lips curling up in a wide grin that emphasized the dimples on her cheeks. Taking pity on her, he quickly pulled his leg from her lap and reached for the remote to switch off the television, a small sigh leaving his mouth when he looked around the quiet, empty room.
“Whatchu wanna do now?”
She slouched forward and huffed, a comfortable silence falling over the two as they sat in thought. There was only so much they could do when they were holed up inside, and lately the only thing that sounded entertaining was locking himself in his room while he got high and watched cartoons.
She gasped, just a small noise but it was enough to jolt him from his thoughts anyway, and he turned to her with a slight, amused grin at the excited gleam in her eye.
“Wanna make brownies?” Her voice came out high, the question fast-paced.
He snorted at her eagerness, but he stood all the same, holding out his hand to which she gratefully grabbed onto and used the leverage to pull herself up from the couch. He didn’t know what compelled him to kiss her gently on the cheek then, but he savored the feeling of her soft skin pressed against his lips, the crimson that rose to the surface when he pulled away and left her to wander towards the kitchen.
Shortly after, she followed.
———
“Okay, so we need…eggs, butter and milk?” Lexi squinted as she read the small printed directions on the back of the pre-made brownie box that rested on the counter, her hands busy attempting to tie an apron behind her back. “Wait, it says water but milk is better, right?” She mumbled, clicking her tongue out of frustration when she couldn’t get the strings to knot.
With a quiet clatter, he placed the bowl he was holding onto the counter and quickly came up behind her, immediately batting her hands away to take over the tying. “You too tense.”
Naturally, her response was to roll her eyes. He was always so relaxed, even now with all he had going on. In some ways she was envious, but at the same time, she knew part of his peace only came from weed.
“I’m not - my arms are just short.” Lexi muttered, retrieving a glass measuring cup from one of his cupboards. She was surprised he actually had a lot of baking supplies, but it wasn’t long before she remembered his grandmother, Kitty, liked to cook.
“Yeah, alright.”
She could see him bite back a smile, one that he failed to hide when he turned his back to her.
“Can you just get the milk?” Her giggle bubbled out of her along with her words as she peeled open the red box and dumped the contents into a large bowl. With his help, she mixed in the eggs, milk and butter in less than five minutes, but when it was finally time to put the batter into the oven, she couldn’t seem to find the right sized pan. She stumbled around the kitchen, dipping low and reaching high in an attempt to find a dish that wasn’t circular.
“What’s wrong with circle brownies?” Fezco spoke from behind her, and she could vaguely hear the sound of him stirring, the wooden spoon smashing into the sides of the plastic bowl.
“You really wanna eat circle brownies?”
He shrugged, then a noise came suddenly from his direction - similar to a plastic bag opening. But she ignored it once she finally found a square tin hidden on the highest shelf, letting out a loud, relieved sigh as she pulled it down. Slightly winded, she took a breath and turned, only to stop in her tracks seconds later.
“Did you put oregano in there?” Lexi questioned, brows furrowing deep as she stared down at the little green specks that covered the chocolate batter in a thin layer.
“No?” Fezco looked almost as confused as her, his fingers snapping the seal to the plastic bag shut. “It’s weed.”
Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open in surprise. “What?” She kept her cool, despite the incredible disappointment she felt at the dessert being completely ruined. “Why would you put weed in there?”
The way he looked at her made it seem like this had been the plan the whole time, like they had agreed to tossing weed in at the last second. “You said we was making brownies.”
“Yeah,” she crossed her arms, glancing angrily towards the bowl. “I meant we were making brownies.”
His expression shifted, shame blanketing his face as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “Oh.”
“How do you even have weed? You just got out of prison.” It came out harsher than she intended it to, and she could see a sense of hurt flash in his eyes, to which she instantly frowned at, wishing she could take her words back.
He didn’t respond, just simply bounced his shoulders, his gaze still downcast. Realizing she’d…overreacted, she stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, her palm cupping his scruffy cheek.
“It’s fine.” Her thumb swiped along his bottom lip when she pulled away, a tiny blush creeping up on her when he kissed it. “They’ll still be good.” She promised.
———
Despite the terrible response she had to it last time, Lexi figured she could at least try the brownies since she had nowhere to be the next day, and of course, if she needed it, Fezco could keep her safe.
And to her surprise, she was already well into her second one. Family Guy played on the television in front of them, and she found every single movement that the characters made absolutely hysterical, tears drying on her cheeks from how hard she was laughing. But her body still felt relaxed, lazy and loose as she reclined on the far end of the couch, her boyfriend laid straight across right beside her.
Biting into the square, she glanced to her side to find him already watching her, his own brownie forgotten on the coffee table.
“How you feel, baby?” His voice was so soft and gentle, most likely concerned he’d startle her if he spoke too loudly.
Lexi let her eyes wash over him. She never really noticed before how many freckles he had scattered across his face, so much that they even traveled over his eyelids. His eyelashes were so long that they brushed against his cheek when he blinked, and she found herself staring even harder, getting lost in the blue that looked back at her.
With one last bite of her treat, she set it down on the table and slowly crawled towards him on the sofa, eventually ending up in his lap, her cold hands falling to his warm neck. Bending low, she pressed her lips against her throat, kissing and biting carefully at the skin. His hand traveled over her back, and a deep chuckle vibrated from his chest, the sound warming her from within.
“You quiet when you get high. Miss my talkative girl.” He breathed, the soft, whispering noise dancing in her ears. His mouth met her covered shoulder before it trailed down over her exposed collarbone, his palms spanning across her thighs.
“Fez,” she sighed, licking her lips when he kissed just below her jawline, before repeating - “Fez.”
“Hm?” He held the right side of her neck so he could suck a bruise into the other side, dragging his tongue over the small, red mark.
Her lip snapped between her teeth in an attempt to hold her thoughts in. Her brain was muddled, fogged from her high, but she could still recognize that dull ache between her thighs, the wetness that slicked her when he held onto her hips and pressed her down onto him firmly.
“I wanna, like,” she swallowed, nails piercing his shoulders to hold herself upright.
“You wanna what?”
“Fuck.” She finished finally, and instead of blushing like she normally would if she was sober, she giggled in his ear and began to pluck at his belt buckle. Before she could get it fully undone, he had her pinned back against the couch cushions, his hips sliding between her legs.
“Must’ve been a good brownie.” He hummed against her throat as he pushed her shirt up and over her chest, kissing her breasts through her thin cotton bra.
When he reached for the button on her pants, his fingers passing over the smooth skin on her lower belly, she held onto the back of his neck and smiled to herself, only mustering up enough breath to mutter, “yeah.”
———
Lexi spent the entire next three days trapped in his bed. That morning, she woke to the blazing sun shining on her face, which only worsened her already pounding headache. Her nose was stuffed and the back of her throat was extremely sore, a low-pitched croaking sound coming out whenever she opened her mouth to speak.
Fezco took care of her, of course, by bringing her soup and practically force feeding her cough medicine. She got better quickly, especially with him nursing her back to health, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She was supposed to be taking care of him.
So three days later when she noticed how grown out his hair had gotten, she demanded she let him do something for him and help shave it. At first, he was apprehensive - which was understandable. But after a small reassurance of her experience shaving her fathers head when she was younger, he reluctantly, yet gratefully, agreed.
Fezco sat on a tall stool, shirtless, in front of his bathroom mirror, while Lexi stood behind him, carefully dragging the clippers over his scalp. She braced one hand on his freckled shoulder as she shaved the hair behind his ear, glancing up every few seconds to meet his eyes in the mirror, filled with something that she could only identify as adoration.
She moved towards his side, suddenly becoming shy under his gaze, but he never looked away from her reflection. “What?” A grin spread across her lips at the sight of his own, heat rising, coiling deep in her lower belly when he wrapped one arm around her waist, not pulling, but simply holding her.
“Nothin’.” He stroked her with his palm, and all the tension fled from her body at the one touch. Moments later, she switched off the clippers and dragged her hand over his buzzed scalp, dropping an exaggerated kiss there to which he jokingly pulled away from.
With one last glance up in the mirror, she found herself eyeing her own hair. It was summer after all so she figured, maybe, it was time for a change. Taking a piece of long, brown hair between her fingers, she observed the piece carefully, getting lost in her own thoughts before Fezco pulled her out by gently tapping the back of her thigh.
“Whatchu thinkin’ about?”
Blinking quickly, she shook her head and shot him a tight smile. “Nothing.”
———
The process was exhausting, and frankly, extremely draining. Maybe she should’ve gone to a salon, but she didn’t feel like spending hundreds on dollars for something that she could do herself - even though practically every professional advised against bleaching dark hair at home.
But with patience, dozens of hair products, and time, she was able to get her hair a soft, dark blonde without damaging it too much. Her roots still popped through but the ends were much lighter, and she couldn’t wait to see Fezco’s reaction.
After washing all the bleach out, Lexi slid the shower knob to ‘off’ and stepped out onto the fluffy bath mat, quickly towel drying her hair before slipping into her silk robe. Just when she was about to reach for her hair dryer (that she’d stashed in the corner of his bathroom) a heavy knock came from the door, followed by his low drawl.
“Lex? You almost done? I need to take a shower.”
Earlier, she’d left him with the simple excuse of showering, but she’d already spent well over three hours locked inside his bathroom, which explained the slight tremble of worry in his voice.
Instead of responding, she tied her robe tight and reached for the door handle, composing herself and forcing down her smile before pulling it open.
She could almost pinpoint the exact moment his brain shut off.
His eyes strayed to her chest first, like always, but they lingered the longest on her new hair. He stayed quiet, breathing low through his mouth before he reached a hand out to take hold of one of the strands, staring in complete and utter shock.
“Shit,” he muttered, letting that one piece drop in favor of running his hand over the side of her scalp. “You look fuckin’ good as a blonde.”
Her face lit up at the compliment, a soft pink covering her cheeks. “Really?”
“Hell yeah,” He stepped inside the bathroom, picking up the bottle of coloring she used and skimming over the ingredients before setting it back down on the sink, his eyes hooded, yet somehow filled with lust when he turned back to look at her. “Come here.”
A shy grin pulling at her lips, she moved further into the crowded area until she was close enough that he could drag her into his arms, his hands cupping her neck when he pulled her in for an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue sliding easily against her own. She sighed contently into his mouth, but it turned into a soft groan when he gripped her hips, tugging her as close to his body as possible.
He always made her so dizzy with want that it was hard to concentrate on anything else. So when he pulled away and flipped her around until her hands pressed against the sink, she made a small gasp of shock, attempting to regain focus by blinking a few times. When her vision came back to her, she stared back at her reflection, her insides tightening at the sight of his mouth on her throat, his other hand tangled in her hair.
Her chest heaved when he began to pull at the tie holding her robe together, his gaze finally meeting her own in the mirror.
“Look at you,” he commanded softly, pulling a needy moan from her when he let the fabric fall open, revealing her nude body to the cold air. “Fuckin’ suits you.” Fezco said when the blonde locks fell over her rosy nipples, his fingers following, and he cupped one breast fully, kneading and stroking until she tossed her head back in rapture.
Lexi welcomed his touch, encouraged it even when her hand covered his on her chest, grabbing at his other one and dragging it down her stomach, only stopping when it reached her heated core. Their combined fingers stroked her clit carefully, softly, just a tender touch but it was enough to light that flame of desire deep inside her, to scorch her with it from within.
“You really like it?” Her voice was breathless, and she was sure he could feel her heart pounding beneath his hand.
His lips collided sloppily with her jaw, the sound of metal hitting metal filling the air as he hurried to undo his belt, his response coming out through gritted teeth. “Understatement.”
Without any instruction, she bent over slightly and placed her hands firmly against the ceramic, arching her spine which made him groan low in his throat. She could feel his fingers leave her to skim up the back of her bare legs to where she was practically dripping for him. She struggled against him when he dragged his fingertips up her inner thighs, teasing her purposefully, cruelly.
Pushing her hips back, she pressed her knees together despite being close to losing her balance, and moaned quietly at the slight relief she felt. Until he forced them back apart with strong hands, leaning forward to place his mouth close to her ear.
“You that impatient? Just fucked you this mornin’.” Fezco peeled off her robe entirely then, his hand trailing over her back, caressing the smooth, pale skin that was flawless except for a few freckles.
She shivered, reacting to both his touch and his words, and without shame, she nodded.
“Alright, then.” He mumbled, deep and slow, as he spread her legs even further so he could nudge the blunt tip of his cock against her entrance, and she automatically clenched around the small intrusion, tossing her head back to rest against his shoulder. He slid his palm back up her rib cage, closing his hand around her breast once more before thrusting fully inside her, sliding quick and deep in one stroke.
She could feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out of her, and she was so wound up already that it was only moments before she felt that familiar tightening in her lower belly, her eyes practically rolling back in her head with the force of it. He slammed into her almost erratically, but his hands were the complete opposite - dragging sweetly, leisurely across every inch of her.
Her nails dug into the sides of the sink, her jaw hanging open as the tension in her body rose, so close to snapping.
“More, please,” she begged, pushing back against him until her backside slapped into his hips, only dragging him deeper.
Barely able to form a coherent thought, she only whimpered when he tucked a hand in front of her and slid his fingers over her clit, rubbing with maddening strokes. Her whole body trembled in response, especially when he dragged his thumb over her chest, tweaking one stiff peak while his mouth reconnected with her throat, bringing color back to the mark he’d left there earlier.
It wasn’t long before she lost control of nearly every muscle, relying on him and the sink to hold her up.
She whined, breath becoming ragged and heavy when the head of his cock rubbed against the spot inside her that made her twitch and pant, and suddenly, every nerve in her body was set aflame.
His hips jerked clumsily, and she cried out in ecstasy, tightening around his cock which forced a strangled grunt from him.
“Can I come in you, baby?” He mumbled against her sweat-slicked shoulder, his large hand falling to her belly, holding her upright as he continued to pound into her with just enough speed to drive her towards her climax, her fingers reaching back to scrape at his neck, tangling in his chain to ground herself.
Head fuzzy and vision blurry, she slowly came back to herself and finally managed a weak nod to his question, twisting her head to delve her tongue into his mouth. “Yes,” she gasped, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he muttered obscenities and spilled himself inside her with a loud groan, his body slumping over her own.
Lexi felt him begin to place breathless kisses to her shoulder shortly after, his hand finding her backside and stroking tentatively. “Imma pull out, okay?” He said quietly, but she was too numb to speak.
He slipped from her then and bent down to pull his jeans back up, handing her her forgotten robe when he did. As they redressed, they stayed silent, basking in the bliss, the dizzying aftermath.
Sweeping her hair out of her face, she opened her eyes to find him leaning against the wall, his expression tense, almost melancholy.
“Hey,” she muttered, stepping closer to carefully cup his cheek, shivering at the rough scrape of his beard against her soft palm. He furrowed his brows a little, and she could see him swallow before his hand covered the one on his face, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.
“It’s only a few more months.” She reassured, and she felt so warm, so content inside when he placed a kiss to the center of her palm - the place where she held his heart.
“Yeah,” he all but whispered, closing to the gap between them to pull her in for a kiss. “At least I’m with you.”