Warning there is implied nsfw sexy times. Written in Alfred's point of view and can be seen as a sequel to standing still

It wasn't originally written as that but now adding all these here from my tumblr they kinda look like they could be.


I know that look. Fuck…I KNOW that look. Your grin is a dead giveaway. That smirk just edges up more as you make your move and I want to push you away.. I try to resist…I have control or I tell myself that..

But you make me stumble.

Damn it all! That look in your eyes, damn them! Eyes hidden behind a smile until you need them….piercing eyes that I can't hide from. You, you always know exactly what you want and you go for it without question. Leaving me to fall over and over again. Damn you heartless bastard.

Damn those eyes and damn you...

just fuck...I can't think when you touch me this way. I should fight you, I should resist you, I should HATE you. And yet all you make me do is beg for it more and more. You consume every part of me that it makes me wonder.

Am I even myself anymore?

I won't surrender right now, I can't yet. It will kill me when I do give in. Each time you look at me like that my soul melts. You make me want to stay, you make me fly with a touch. It's only an illusion as I'm more chained then ever to you.

Love or Lust? That's the question with us. You know it too. Neither wants to answer because we both know what this is to us….our pride will keep us from admitting it to one another. Whispering sweet words in cover of night then the next day outright threats build on lies. I'm fed up with it, I don't know if you know it. You do know how to burn me up outside while freezing me from withi. If I yelled out your name any louder I'd loose my breath and never get it back. If I let myself fall you wouldn't be there to pick me back up.

And that fucking gaze brings out a side of me I wish I could throw away, I'm a fool for you. Every inch of me belonged to you from the moment we began this. You win this fight every time. I can't do shit. One day this little routine will change when one of us says it. Words we promised not to still linger in the air we gasp for. But who is the mystery, who will say it first though with how you break me down….It just might be me. No it will be me. I can feel the words tugging at my throat like acid.

It won't be a lie. It can't be at this point because our kiss.

The one

right at the end of all this

Is our shared answer.

It's the only kiss we indulge in this entire time. The only one that brings tears right as we're pushed over the edge. Then it's No last minute goodbyes.. No words No promises just thick air lingering around us.

There is sleep for one of us while the other one runs out the room.

and each time you're the one that leaves first.

I'm the one left behind. Left thinking about those damn eyes and how I do love them

and you.

And I was right

It kills me.