flicker flutter shut.
everyone has dark thoughts once in a while.
stuckyxoliviaxelliot - her eyes were shut and a triangle existed.

"I want him to watch."

His pasty white face magnified.

She watched his eyes a while. Half-lidded, unprepared, falling.

Then her head started to tilt. He was pressing forward, new, unfamiliar.

His breath was sticky. Sticky. Bloody. Right on her lips and into her throat.

It was soft and warm, and it turned wanting and vicious.

His tongue shoved through her teeth, rubbing against her cheek, tonsils, the ridges of her gums.

It was much too blunt for such a twisted boy.

Then she remembered Elliot tied to the chair. Watching her and him. She wondered what he thought.

So she slid out her tongue, tasted, realized how disgustingly fulfilling this was.

Her mouth opened wider, spit mixing longer. She pressed against him, harder and harder.

Her thoughts ran deep. Her emotions ran free. Her hands gripped the nape, the hair, the darkness in his mind.

This was something she had to do. Mandatory. Obligatory. Irremissible.

Elliot was watching, tied to a chair.

Her lips burned. Something in her loved it.

His hand was crawling around her back, the other to her face. She waited until she sucked him dry, gaining strength to signal Elliot, who was watching. Tied to a chair. The duct tape was forgotten on the floor, but it didn't matter.

She opened her eyes. Elliot kicked. She elbowed. And he was unconscious on the concrete.

She cut the bindings from the chair.

"How." He stopped.

"How did you know?" He wasn't looking at her, rubbing his wrists.

She was looking at Stucky. "He said you went out for sushi."

She turned, lips reeking and throat tightening. "You and raw fish?"

His glance was strange. She lifted her eyebrow, but his gaze remained the same.

Red lines criss-crossed his shirt, burnt cherry stained his face. In spite of herself, she felt awful.

And then his eyes were on the floor. "What a way to end."

He was avoiding it.

"I'm sorry."

His head turned. His feet shuffled, chest winced. And they were staring.

Ten years they had studied each other, and for the first time, Elliot thought he understood why.

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author's notes -
i loved the ending to the season finale. but i wish it was longerrr.
this is all stilted and weird, i know. O-o
reviews are love.