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Beginning Notes: This is going to eventually be a series of shorts, all Marluxia/Larxene centric. Each story holds its own, separate canon unless otherwise stated. Each short will have its rating posted next to the title. Ratings will vary, but most will probably be mature-T or M. Please do review!
Electroculture
One
Truculent - Rating: M
Sometimes he just grabbed her.
She wasn't curious enough to give more than a passing thought toward why he did it. She'd accepted that he just did. Whenever he "felt" like it, perhaps, or maybe whenever he thought she'd stepped over the line enough that he needed to reassert his dominance over her. Whatever the reason, the results always turned out the same.
He grabbed her around the waist, not taking any sort of care to be gentle because she would protest if he did, and she in turn sent enough voltage through him to tighten his grip and leave him breathing heavily all at once. Sometimes they went further after that, sometimes they didn't. She really didn't care either way—she knew he would be back again later regardless. It was just a game they played for little more reason than the need to waste time.
When they did go further, it was never gentle. Gentle wouldn't have cut it after such dynamic foreplay. For that matter, gentle never did it for her anymore at all. Luckily for her, that domineering, Lord of the Castle persona was only intensified in private, when he seemed to all of a sudden lose his utter detachment toward everything—at least for a few minutes. He was bigger than her, superior to her in rank, and every time they fucked he reminded her of that, always managing to overpower her no matter how she fought back.
It made her feel alive. Alive, in a way she could never quite recall when it was over and she was pushing him off of her because he was heavy and demanding he get out of her room because she had to wash him off of her. He always left with a cocky, superior expression. He would be back. They would do it again—in a few days, maybe a week, never more than a month—but if it never happened again, she wouldn't care.
She'd just have to find something else to occupy her time.
Fin.