Monster – Modern College AU, Helsa, one shot, Mature langage: in which Hans is not very nice. Review, enjoy! - marth
"Can I have a word with you, Westergard?"
He smirked. "I don't know, your highness. I'm sort of busy right now." He knew he was pushing his luck, but at this point he didn't care. Wheels were starting to turn, and if everything went according to plan, victory would be sweet.
"Please?" She said through gritted teeth, she looked as if she was about to explode from restraining her anger. Hans gave her a pitiful look, then steered her into an empty classroom.
The willowy blonde walked to the other side of the room and studied the campus from the window, her brows furrowed with frustration. "I thought I made myself crystal clear last time we spoke, Westergard," the words were laced with acid, and he was sure they would burn if they could.
He walked over to the teacher's desk and sat down on top of it. "I never made that claim."
Elsa whipped around to face him, her eyes flashing with hate. "I swear to god, Hans, I am going to make your life hell if you don't listen to me. I told you to stay away from Anna, and I meant it. Don't forget that I have the entire faculty behind me, as well as the student government."
"Which is rightfully mine, you know," he stated bitterly.
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings by being better than you. Suck it up and get over it. I'm SGA president and there's nothing you can do about it." Her arms crossed over her chest and she took a defensive stance.
The redhead slid his hands into his pockets and tried to ignore the twitch in his jaw. "It doesn't matter to me what you think. I only care about getting what I want."
"And what is that, exactly? Because I'm absolutely sick of you playing mind games with my sister! She's only eighteen, you're going to screw her up for life if you don't stop!" Elsa took a step towards him and attempted to look threatening. "And I will make you regret it if you take this too far."
Hans struggled to contain a grin. "I'll stop harassing your precious baby sister on one condition."
Elsa's eyes darkened and she sucked in her cheeks. She already knew what he wanted, and it wasn't going to happen. "Absolutely not."
He shrugged. "I guess that's it, then. If you won't step down and give me the position I so rightfully deserve, then I'll just continue charming that adorable little sister of yours."
She looked like she wanted to throttle him. "You are such an absolute asshole, you know that?"
A short laugh escaped him. "Oh dear, name calling does not suit you. I'm sure the council would hate to have their perfect queen using such language." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "They'd probably also hate to know that you were seen in Dr. Finch's office three times in one week."
All of the blood drained from her face and her breathing grew rapid and shallow. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? Me seeing the school counselor has nothing to do with you, with anyone! You have no idea why I might be seeing him."
Victory was close, he could feel it. "Doesn't matter. All I have to say is that you look tired, that you've been having some problems with all the stress from being pres, and you're done for. I don't give a shit about your mental health, love."
"Don't call me that, you sociopathic monster."Her eyes burned now, and her fingernails were practically cutting into her palms. She was absolutely seething with rage.
"You can stop this from happening, you know how." He feigned interest in a cuticle, but inside his heart was racing. Hans glanced innocently up at her, and was pleasantly surprised to find a look of defeat written all over her delicate features. Now he had her.
"But, I guess there might be another way." Her eyes shot up to his, silently pleading and weary.
"A kiss."
"Excuse me?"
"A kiss. Just one, shouldn't be too hard. I won't even tell anyone, scout's honor."
Her jaw dropped and now her cheeks were bright red. "You're crazy."
"I prefer the term opportunistic."
"There's no way in hell-"
"Are you sure you want to pass this up? Your sister's feelings, your place on the council? Either way, without doing this you'll be packing up your desk before sundown. Besides, you know that you find me attractive, even if you detest me."
"You're disgusting," she spat.
His shrugged and grinned, and his eyes raked her body up and down, enjoying her inner turmoil.
Elsa stared down at her feet, her eyebrows knitted together in a deep "V". "But why? Why me? And how can I trust you won't tell?"
"You can't. But it's your only way out."
She worried her lip with her teeth, and he was panicked, thinking she might back out. But then she met his eyes and sighed. "Just... one. That's all." Her eyes were steely, and she looked like she might be sick.
"Just one, and you're off the hook."
"Fine."
When he didn't move, she took a nervous step forward, until finally she stood in between his knees. An awkward moment passed, and neither moved. But then she lifted a hand and placed it gently on his shoulder, and brought her face to his.
The kiss was tentative at first, chaste even, but then Hans threaded his fingers through her thick hair and pulled her flush against him. Her hands moved up to his neck, and he would have sworn they were shaking. A nip at a tender pink lip, a swipe of his tongue, and she opened under him. The taste of triumph was sweet on his tongue as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, and his other hand rested on her hip. When he tugged at her hair, the tiniest moan escaped, and he was nearly undone.
But then she pulled away slowly, her eyes foggy with lust. It was like she had forgotten where she was and who she was with, but then she remembered and Elsa's eyes narrowed in a hateful glare. Hans couldn't take his eyes from her bruised lips even as she snarled, "You tell anyone, Westergard, and I'll kill you personally." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stormed out of the classroom, cursing at the heavy door.
He hardly heard her. The battle was won, but the war was not over; Hans didn't care. As he strolled out of the room, he couldn't help but laugh to himself. Being SGA president was chump change, compared to being the first and only to kiss the college's resident Ice Queen.