Oh come thy sunshine
/She is a spider and you are a fly and the web she weaves is one of lust and passion./
Largely AU.
All character © other then me, unfortunaly (sighs)
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Its sunshine when she walks into your life, a glitter of rays that follows her as she walks over to you and sweetly smiles.
She is five.
In a murmur of words she tells you her name is Brooke and asks if you need a friend. You say no and walk away.
The next time she talks to you she's in the backseat of your car (pink bra and naked skin) and this time you don't say no.
It's a start.
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A month later the smell of her (rose and lilies) as she walks by you in school drives you mad.
She is a spider and you are a fly and the web she weaves is one of lust and passion.
You never mentions her name, not while taking her against the wall in the back alley behind you mother's café, not when she writhes under you in the backseat of your car.
The sound of the ball hitting the court is your relief (thud, thud).
You think you love her.
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Its sunshine when you undercover the secrets she keeps. Bruises dark and yellow mark the soft skin your hands so carefully traces.
The hesitation in your hands must have registered, a moment later she is gone. Through the door and a minute later, in the distance, you can hear the engine of her car.
You find solace on the court, as so many times before (bastard, bastard, bastard).
The night has fallen and still you play the delicate, violent dance of basketball. Your body moves in the air, on the ground, relentless.
The tap of her heels stops you.
Lucas
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She talks to you now.
In the private places you have discovered she tells you of her past, her now and her future. Neither you nor her ever mention the bruises and when you discover new ones you are gentle, traces them with your finger, cherishing them.
They broke her (you love her).
You are the spider and she is the fly and the web you weave is one of gentleness and care.
Perhaps it is enough.
End