Prompt: possessive/You're so smart. Figure it out.
"What exactly is your problem?" Jo asked, one hip poised on a bar stool as she glared at Ash.
He shook his head, mullet moving slightly as his mouth tightened and he bit out, "You're so smart. Figure it out."
She twisted her mouth in a grimace and snarled at him, "You know I almost died today."
He twirled around, "Really? I didn't notice. I wasn't here comforting your mother while you ran around trying to get that jackass' attention."
"I was trying to help. I want to be a part of the hunt, I want…"
"You wanted the pretty boy to pay attention to you," Ash said, practically dripping with disgust, "Pathetic."
"What's wrong, Ash? Feeling inadequate? Worried I might not be around for a casual fuck anymore?" she walks toward him as she spoke and she gasps when he whirls around and grabs her arms.
He presses her back against the bar and his mouth lowers to her ear, "I'm not afraid of any little boy with delusions of grandeur. And I wouldn't be so proud of yourself, sweetheart, especially since he sent you back home without even a casual fuck. How does it feel knowigng that ass fucks anything that moves and he won't fuck you?"
Jo struck out and slapped his face. She tried to hit him a second time, but he grabbed her again. She remembered how strong he was, how skilled, despite his casual appearance and she found herself bent over the bar again, this time on her stomach as his hips pressed into her ass, "Or maybe you're upset that you wanted to fuck the son of the bastard that killed your dad."
"Asshole. You bastard, let me…."
He pulled back then and let her stand up. His eyes were calmer now, but still as turbulent and maybe even a little….hurt. Hee leaned forward again and kissed her softly, "Mine," he whispered against her lips. Then he pulled away and he was gone.
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She follows him to his room five minutes later. She ignores his sign and uses her mother's skeleton key to get the door open. He's laying on his bed like he doesn't have a care in the world and it pisses her off. She jumps on him, straddling him as her lips press against his. For a few moments he just lays there and lets her have control. Then he greabbed her again and she was on her back. He looked down at her, his eyes piercing, "Mine," he growled again and kissed her. This time the kiss was deep and demanding. He meant it this time.
iMine./i
iMine./i
iMine./i
iMine./i
He said it over and over again until she was nodding her head in agreement, until she was practically screaming it.
She fell asleep naked in his arms that night.
And when she ran away the next day she told herself it was because her mother had lied to her, because she needed to find her own way, because she needed to get over her father's death.
But really it was because she wanted him to be hers too.
And it scared her more than any monster.