Hello, there, FAX lovers. Nice to meet you. Here is a One-Shot for you, but I'm not sure if I want to make it a full story or not. So tell me in the reviews!
~Chemma~
"Fang. Stop. Now." I said backing away from him, warily. He advanced once more, still silent. He wouldn't speak, as he usually didn't.
He grabbed onto my shoulders, and I tried to rip free, but his grip was like iron. "Fang!" I shouted. When did he become so strong?
"I'll hurt you, and you know I'll do it," I tried, anger spewing from my mouth. He closed his eyes, quite calmly, and before I knew it, I was backed up against a corner.
His obsidian eyes opened and he stared right at me. And finally, he spoke. "Please, Max. Just give me one time. Give me one chance where I don't have to worry about you running away." Usually, I wouldn't take this, and quite honestly, I still wouldn't.
"Fang," I snarled, venom falling off of my lips like drops of water. "Get away from me." I felt my eyes narrow and his lids fell together as well.
He got right up in my face. "Violence," he stated, pressing his forehead up to mine, "Seems to be the only thing you respond to. And this time, I'm going to win." He was yelling now.
"Jesus, Fang! Get a hold of your-" My thought was pulled right out of my mind as Fang's lips met mine. His lips were hard against mine, and I could only stand there, shocked. His lips were warm and rough as he pooled all of his efforts into getting me to respond.
His kissing was heated and lasted for about a minute, without a response from me. I just stood there, still as a rock. He pulled back, his black eyes opening. Something was in them, right then and I couldn't place what it was. An emotion, a deep, pained emotion.
I was watching as his heart was breaking in two right before my eyes. Hurt. That was the emotion plastered upon his grief stricken face. I couldn't help but feel remorse. What had I done?
The fact was that I couldn't swallow my own pride and lose a battle. That was my downfall. And I was plummeting, now. And there was only one way to save myself.
I had to lose.
While this idea scared the living crap out of me, I had to do it. I had to. I had to save our relationship, and there was only one way to do that.
So I leaned back into him and kissed him with as much passion as he had given me. And he stood there for a moment.
That was the last few seconds before I made impact. Waiting for someone to save me, but watching it not happen. That was what was happening. I plunged into the abyss, saying goodbye to the last rays of sunshine I could ever see.
At the last second, right before I was about to give up, he caught me, he saved my life and helped to spread my wings once more.
He kissed me back and that was that. And before I knew it, I was on safe ground once more. We kissed each other, flamboyantly, no doubt.
I paused only to take deep breaths and when I did, his lips would travel across my jaw line, his eyelashes tickling my skin and causing it to flare up and become warm.
We ended up on the couch, staring into each other's eyes, mine brown and his deep, gorgeous onyx. Nothing could have happened to have made this better, I thought.
"Thank you," Fang whispered, stretching out his wings behind him. "But I have to know something."
I nodded, knowing exactly what he was going to ask.
"Why?" I had a feeling Fang knew I knew what he was talking about. And I did.
I kissed his nose. "I didn't want to lose. It felt like a battle with an Eraser."
His eyes revealed nothing, but his voice, unfortunately for him, did. He was disgruntled, taken aback. "I'm sorry. I never wanted it to come to that."
I pulled him closer to me. "Then fix it," I whispered. "Start over."
"No. It happened, and I'm glad it did. Let's pick up where we left off on a different note," Fang whispered, smirking.
His lips met mine, though he was working slowly, instead of the heated kissing that had gone on just ten minutes prior. He was pouring emotion out through his kiss, unlike his usual, reserved persona that usually befitted his personality.
He pulled away, spittle falling in between up, and we were both breathing heavily. "Better?" he inquired.
I nodded. Fang had caught me earlier, but now, now he was lifting me up. We were better off as a team, no arguments between us.
And we got what we needed. I trusted him and he trusted me. I was Yin and he was Yang. He was the Peanut butter to my jelly. I had a feeling that this would stay as it was as he would lift me higher and higher and I would pull him with me.
So? What do you all think? I'm not sure if I'll continue with this or leave it as a One-Shot. It's all up to how much support I get. So tell me what you think! Okay, bye!
~Chemma~