This is a songfic, but not like how I usually write them. Instead of having the lyrics to the song in italics, I decided to incorporate parts of them within the text. Please try to enjoy it!
The song is Darts Of Pleasure, by Franz Ferdinand. Enjoy! xxxNTxxx
He shivered at the sound of her footsteps.
He cowered at the shrill call of her voice.
She was the only one who could reduce him to tears.
He was small against her deadly glare.
He was the latest contender for her love but all he got in return were words of hate. Words shouldn't hurt, but her words were poison darts of pleasure. Each insult sent a thrilling sensation through his spine.
He longed for her fantastic passion.
He knew that she would be the one to surrender her love... one day.
With every kiss, he could feel her lips undress his eyes, searching his soul, and burning into his mind. She scared him; she tantalized his tastes. Can't live with her, can't live without her. He would never show his need for her love. He would spit back, fight back, argue back. He would growl and bare his teeth.
He knew that she would be the one to surrender her love... one day.
He would make sure to attack her like she attacked him, but he would never truly hurt her physically. She could take the emotional abuse. She handed it out, she could take it. She was strong. She was okay.
But what if she shivered at the sound of his footsteps?
What if she cowered at the gruff call of his voice?
What if he was the only one who could reduce her to tears?
What if she was small against his hate-filled glare?
What if she was the latest contender for his love but all she got in return were words of spite? His words were poison darts of pleasure. Each insult sent a thrilling sensation through her spine.
She longed for his fantastic passion.
She knew that he would be the one to surrender his love... one day.