Thirst
A/N: The mentally depraved and the sexually repressed.
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She wonders about the itch in her throat and the dryness in her mouth.
"You are here. Again."
He says, but does not move towards her, nor does he even turn to acknowledge her. The fire in front of him flickers and she feels cold.
"Why am I still here?"
When she asks, her voice does not quiver, but she can feel the immediate tightening of her throat when he looks.
"You remain here because you are needed."
His eyes are enough to pin her to the ground.
She cannot speak, cannot breathe, cannot even respond, and he is fast, faster than her, when his hand clutches at her throat and presses her against the wall.
"Or do you wish to disappear like all the rest?"
The maliciousness in his voice echoes in the room and her hands do not rise to claw at him. She is limp and light, weak in his grasp. The nails of his fingertips dig into her skin and she wonders if he has drawn any blood yet.
"Do you?"
He punctuates with a grin that makes her belly tighten and her thighs sweat and she wants to plaster his grin across her face, feel the edges of his bones against her skin.
"Because I do not."
He drops her and she falls to her knees, slumps against the wall and heaves as she watches him watch her. He puts his face in a grimace as she coughs and sighs and gasps. She is not used to the lack of air. She is afraid of drowning and he has given her something close enough, but he does not apologize.
"I am still here because you need me to be."
She repeats his words in her own and sounds disappointed. Her breathing finally even
and it does not surprise him that she does not have a reddish flush on her cheeks.
"Yes."
He replies and she looks up at him, before shooting an arm to grab at his own and pull him down to her level. He falls on his knees and leans unwillingly towards her as she wrings his neck with both of her hands. Her speed surprises him, but the gentle, almost tender grip on his throat surprises him even more. His skin is hot. Her hands are cold. His breathing stops when he feels hot air come over his mouth.
"Do you even want me?"
She tells him and is very much tempted to have her lips come over his, but before she does, she is thrown over his shoulder and nearly crashes into the fireplace. She lies facedown on the stone ground, and groans as she attempts to raise herself up. He stands on his own, and waits for an apology he knows she will never give.
"You are here because you have asked that I make you invincible, immortal, and you are not yet one."
The look he sends her is one of disapproval and she cannot sense any bit of desire in him.
"I would even think that you will never be one."
When he leaves, the desire within her swells like hot fire in her belly.
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A/N: To each his own.
A warning though (if I do choose to continue this): rape, violence, and questionable debauchery that I haven't tried writing before.
This will be interesting.
P.S. I'm seriously considering going back to this fandom and ruining it for everyone. Oh dear.