A/N - I don't own Barty. David Tennant has taken over my life, and I couldn't help but think Barty while listening to Toxic. Enjoy. Please Review.
He was poison, he was toxic, a toxic poison. She should be running away, screaming for help, doing everything in her power to get away from him. He was a death eater, not just a death eater, he was Barty Crouch Jr. he was the one responsible for being back Voldemort, he killed and murder who knows how many people, he was pure evil.
But instead, Layla wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her up against the wall, biting at his bottom lip. Whenever he was around her, her logic was forgotten, although it tried to reason with her, try to get her away from him, once he touch her, or gave her one of his smirks, she was completely lost, intoxicated by his poison.
He pulled back from Layla, looking at her with lust fulled eyes, as he tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips, the action only drove her more insane, grabbing a fistful of his hair she pulled him towards her for another aggressive kiss. The feeling she felt with him was like no other, he was completely dangerous, but she didn't care, she was completely addicted to him. His lips moved from her's, down to her neck, where he nibbled at the skin lightly before biting hard on her shoulder, earning a moan from Layla.
Her head was spinning with pleasure, a pleasure that only Barty could ever give her. He made her feel so high with his poison, that sweet poison she was addicted too, it was far too late to try and give him up. She needed him, she need what he gave her. She didn't care how dangerous, or evil he was, his poison was in her, there was nothing she could do about it, she was his.
She felt his hand slip up her dress, before being pulled into another kiss. "Join me" he whisper breaking the kiss, moving back to her neck, teasing. Layla just let out a low moan, unable to respond "join us" he said again moving his hands to her back, undoing her dress, pushing the straps off her shoulders. She couldn't even think, but she knew what Barty wanted, he wanted her to be apart of the Dark Lord's ranks. He pushed the dress down, so it pooled at her feet before moving his head further down until he came to her erect nipple, teasing it with his tongue. "Layla" he whisper looking up at her, she looked down meeting his gaze, which sent a whole new wave was desire throughout her body "join us" he repeated.
She just nodded, still unable to form words, a smirk came across Barty's face, his tongue darted out again, licking his lips once more, he moved back up pressing his lips against Layla's. She knew what she just agreed to, but she didn't care. She'd always been on the fence between good and evil, Barty was just the push she need to decide, she was ready now.