Phantoms of You
He makes sure not to give her exactly what she wants. She's screaming, writhing, melting in his hands, and all he has to do is give her one little push, and she's his forever. She's all he ever wanted, and it would be so, so simple to take her, and he doesn't.
That's the beauty of it.
He's always chased Winona because he was never sure she would be his. Juan taught his prodigy many things. Battling and showmanship were simply the talent he put on display. In truth, Wallace has been practicing his craft as a womanizer just as long and just as passionately.
He just had the grace (not to mention common sense) to practice that particular talent behind closed doors.
If there's a chance of failure, he will step up his game that much more to close the margin. The phantom of failure gives him an edge. The same phantom is also keeping Winona on the edge, perilously close to the kind of orgasm she's only been able to dream about since they broke up.
And yet, that's exactly what she did.
"I love you," he whispers-moans into her collar bone, one hand tugging at her hair while the other probes only so deeply. He's always loved her. He loved the fact that she was stubborn enough to break up with him.
Any other woman in Hoenn would gladly take his personal brand of narcissistic bullshit if it meant staying together with a handsome sex god of a celebrity as a boyfriend. But not Winona. Never Winona.
She has standards, damn it, and Wallace doesn't want to disappoint her.
Except when he does, because that makes him want her all the more.
It's a tumultuous gyre of nonsense, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
