Awkward As Ever

"Huuhh! Uuhh!!" Cried the cowboy as he bounced Lilly on his cock, tensing up as he felt her tight, slick womanhood clinching around his throbbing member, he bit his lip as he tried to endure her perfect body, dipping himself constantly into her as he held her hips tightly, sitting up right to keep Lilly against him.

"F-Fff-Fuuuck!" He howled as he stopped bouncing Lilly, reaching up to grip Lilly's tits and squeezing tightly as he tensed up and spilled his seed deep inside her pussy, sinking his teeth against her the skin upon her shoulder and pulling as he came.

".....Hnn...Guh!" With a tired grunt after several spasming twitching, Clyde fell foward on top of Lilly, the two of them now mashed against the bed while Clyde huffed tiredly against her back, weakly kissing her skin.

Lilly, so lost in euphoria, completely melted into Clyde and his passionate attentions. As she leaned against him, bouncing up and down, her head fell back, moaning out deeply with each and every thrust. Already, she felt another powerful orgasm building up. Whatever Clyde was doing, it was working.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhmmmm!" Lilly cried out. When the cowboy finally stopped, his seed spilling into her, she felt the waves of her second orgasm wash over her, making her already sensitive body twitch uncontrollably. And his teeth sinking int her shoulder only made it that much more amazing.

Finally, the two of them fell forward onto the bed, sucking in hard breaths. The cheerleader couldn't move, and every few seconds, her legs would twitch as her orgasm faded yet again. All of her energy was gone, and if she wasn't so focused on trying to catch her breath, she felt like she could just fall asleep with him on top of her. And the thought of that was extremely welcoming for some reason.

"Mm... ah..." Lilly moaned lightly between breaths as Clyde's lips lightly brushed her skin. Even those light touches felt like electricity. It was amazing, and she relished in each touch.

"Ah... amazing..." Lilly breathed, slowly reaching back with one arm and brushing her fingers through Clyde's now sweaty hair. His every tough now felt like it surged through her whole body, and she didn't want it to stop.

The waves of another orgasm from Lilly did not go unfelt. He felt her warm pussy clinch on his member as he spilled his seen into into her. The feeling of it all was just so good that Clyde couldn't stop his tongue from oozing out of his mouth as he was in the throws of his own amazing orgasm as he just collapsed on top of her, huffing and then smiling against her skin as she spoke.

He turned his head and let her fingers run through his hair like he was accepting a reward for doing a good job.

"H-Hahh.... N-Not so bad yerself..." He breathed as he teased her, feeling his cock still buried inside her.

"I can't really move..."

Lilly managed a small grin when he said she wasn't bad either. She knew how good she was. But never in her life had she been the bottom during sex. She would have never considered it before, but for some reason, having Clyde, someone she thought she hated, dominate her in bed just made it that much hotter.

The cheerleader was in the same boat that he was in, though. She could barely move. Her legs felt like jell-o, and having the cowboy on top of her didn't help either. But, she was oddly comfortable. Having his warm body on top of hers felt cozy, but it didn't help her heavy breathing. As much as she didn't want to, she had to role over.

After a few moments of gathering herself, she rolled to the side, his member sliding out of her, and spending what little energy she had left to turn onto her side to face Clyde. Her red eyes fixed on his as she still tried to get her breath, and fought to stay awake. The day had been so physically taxing, she was amazed she even had the energy to have sex in the first place.

"Clyde... what are we?" she asked, her face tired, but blank. Despite her feeling of utter bliss, the question hung in the air, and she had to ask. Her feelings toward him confused her. Part of her still detested him, but there was something else completely foreign to her there too.

Lilly moved and Clyde shuddered as he slid out of her, leaving his seed to stain the sheets below, honestly feeling a little guilty about the sheets for the person who had to clean them. Oh well, couldn't be helped.

He sighed deeply, feeling the effects of the workout he had with Lilly for the second time today. All the same, he couldn't look her without blushing a bit, but all that only deepened when he heard Lilly speak up, his jaw dropping instantly, not knowing what to say and not wanting to honestly go NEAR that subject.

"...Uhhhh......" Clyde muttered, lowering his head a bit out of guilt as he thought not only of Mercy but of Eliza and wondering if he had just made things worse...

"...Wrestlers?"

Even though Lilly knew the question was out of left field, she had to know. After everything that had happened that day, she was left with nothing but confusion. Her first instinct was to hate him, but something was overshadowing it, and she wanted to know if he was experiencing the same thing.

But, like clockwork, he was being himself as always. "You know what I meant, idiot," she said, trying to glare, but not having the energy to even maintain it. He had to be difficult. She should have figured he would, it wouldn't be him if he didn't. But, despite that, dodging the question gave away that he was just as confused as she was.

"Whatever. We don't need to talk about it." With a strain of effort, the cheerleader rolled over, her back now to the cowboy. Part of her was glad that he didn't give a straight answer. Hell, she wasn't sure she'd like the answer he gave, no matter what it was. On one hand, the two of them were still enemies, and they just made a huge mistake. On the other, the two of them moved passed being enemies and moved into very awkward, old-enemies-are-now-lovers waters. Either way, she wasn't sure she was entirely confortable with it.

But, the other part of her was content with everything. Clyde helped her gain some closure with the whole Mercy thing. Now she had to figure out what she wanted to do.

But, in the meantime, all she wanted to do was sleep. "Cuddle with me. It's cold and I don't have pajamas," she said, her natural, demanding tone almost shining through he exhaustion.

Clyde smiled a bit and rolled his eyes as Lilly got snippy with him while he tried to avoid the uncomfortable subject that he thought about. He felt like his life had died and now it was back alive with the one person he thought it'd never happen with.

And yet the idea of liking Lilly. The idea of them as a couple. It felt shameful.

He just looked at her as she asked him for to cuddle with her. He loved the sex. He loved kissing her and holding her and fucking her, but he couldn't shake how wrong this felt, as much as it felt good. Sleeping with the enemy.

But what did I have to lose anymore?

Without another word, Clyde laid back on the bed and scooched up to Lilly, looking her in the eye with a frown before wrinkling his nose and mashing his body against hers, pulling her close.

"We're gonna have ta' talk about it eventually..." He said firmly, so tired from today.

As Clyde scooted up to her, wrapping his arm around her, she just felt... awkward. The touch was nice, but there was so much tension, you could cut it with a knife. But being held by him was still comforting. There were too many emotions for her to wrap her head around when she was this tired.

Despite the awkwardness, the cheerleader relaxed almost instantly as he pulled her close. Her exhaustion was finally taking over, and she felt the heavy weight of sleep growing closer.

"Yes, eventually. But not now," she said bluntly. Even if she had the energy to talk about it, she figured that it might be better to mull it over before they actually did talk about it. They both had a lot of thinking to do. But now wasn't a good time.

Before long, Lilly's eyes drifted closed, and finally, after the stressful, sexy, painful day that she had, she drifted into sleep, her face melting into a peaceful calm as her breathing evened out. She could only hope that the next morning wouldn't be as awkward as she knew it would be.

Clyde just looked at Lilly as she drifted asleep. His eyes going past her as he stared at the wall in front of him as the world itself seemed to go quiet. So many days and nights chasing after a woman who was long. So many nights dealing with the frustration of an obsessed violent cheerleader he just wanted to go away.

Now she was his comfort. Making love to her felt dirty and wrong but at the same time, it filled a hole. He sighed deeply wondering just how he let his life get this crazy. He wondered if doing this with Lilly was wrong. He wondered what Eliza would think or say. but as he stared at Lilly's peaceful face, a woman he despised but now clearly couldn't get enough, he felt that, maybe, he was due a little comfort once and while. No matter how bad it was.

And tonight, bad felt really good.

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By the time morning rolled around, Clyde would be the first to wake. Everything was so hazy at first before his eyes fluttered open and he saw Lilly sleeping peacefully, he swore the previous night was a dream but he was wrong. It was very real...

NOW he wondered if he just dug himself into a hole! He thought it best to just go for now and maybe settle this later...

Without a word, Clyde gently unattached himself from Lilly and got dressed before going down stairs to get a breakfast platter. Bacon, Eggs and Pancakes all on a plate he'd leave for Lilly and unless she awoke, he was going to take his things and just leave.

Last thing he needed was to get attached. So without any more incentive and still probably smelling like sex, Clyde got his things and was already headed right out the door.

As Clyde was gathering his things, Lilly's eyes slowly opened. It took a moment for her to realize where she was, and for her to remember what had happened the night before. It almost felt like a dream. But the hotel, and the fact that she was naked in it didn't lie.

Slowly, the cheerleader say up, holding the blanket to her bare chest and rubbing the fog from her eyes. Once her eyes finally focused, she looked over to Clyde, who was already dressed... and obviously in a big hurry.

"Good to know I'm not keeping you here," she said sourly, laying back down and stretching her arms and back. She should have figured he'd want to be away from her. It was probably as awkward for him as it was for her after all. But still, it would have been nice to wake up without the site of him trying to leave.

Then, the smell of Bacon hit her, and her mouth started to water. She looked over to see the platter on the end table, still warm and just begging to be eaten. The cheerleader couldn't help but lick her lips. "You... didn't need to bring me breakfast..." she grumbled. Even though she said that, she scooted a bot closer to the platter and snagged a piece of bacon, taking a greedy bite.