Hellish Love
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rated T to be safe.
Author Introduction: Thought I'd give one of these drabble challenge fics a try. They seem like a lot of fun, and readers appear to get a real buzz out of them. I'm surprised no one has ever done one for Hellraiser or Pinsty before. Ah well. I am well known from these parts for writing fluff and heart breaking Pinsty romances, and comedies too, but it is my wish for this fic I go darker with the Pinsty relationship. I hope to go darker overall in my writing, and this is a stepping stone into that hope. As much as I like fluff I do enjoy a bit of darkness from time to time. ;) Otherwise, this drabble fic has a whole raft of different kinds of moods, from dark to totally sweet. You'll see. ;) I also intend to make my drabbles here a lot longer than their a hundred word limit. Some drabbles can be so small, and I really want to make each of these drabble like a little story in themselves. That's the plan anyways. ;) Please enjoy, and leave comments and reviews if you want more. I need to know what you think. ~ Laura
Desire
He had watched her from another realm for over two decades, infatuated and obsessed. He had searched for her and eventually found her, after twenty years of toil and bloodshed in trying to snare her for his own dark pleasures.
Though her hidden lust and desires had been obvious to him underneath that facade of innocence she worn across a face of unimaginable beauty, she had to come to terms with that desire. He had to earn her honesty of her desire in return. It was easier said than done.
Despite opening the box once again she remained in utter denial, as always. But deep down she had wanted all of this, just as much as he, and this was what he loved about their cat and mouse game. Ultimately, so did she.
"You're mine now!" he had whispered possessively following the solving of the puzzle, dragging her into the claustrophobic embrace of his leather bound arms and kissing the hollow of her ear, sending an unnerving chill down her spine.
Kirsty's eyes fluttered closed, knowing no truer words had ever been spoken to her. As much as she hated the idea of being his she knew there was no other choice.
She had fought him, took him on, put across that same old innocent and defiant facade, and remained in blissful ignorance about her desire for Hell...for him.
But even she couldn't keep it up forever.
In time, she had learnt to completely honest with him about her own desires...