AN: This is my third fanfiction ever, so please be nice! Also English is not my first language, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes.
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Disclamer: I do not own any of the characters
"Fuck!" She whispers and then he's backed against the brick wall in a hurry. One hand on his chest, her stride firm and confident like this is normal for them. His back hits the wall with a heavy thud, enough to take the wind from his lungs for a couple of seconds. The bricks dig into his back from the pressure of her hand against him, painful but not to painful. Her other hand gets placed next to his head, caging him in like an animal. She's looking at him with such determination in her eyes. He gulps.
"Lizzie, wha.." His words get interrupted by her lips crashing against his. He's too stunned to respond for a few seconds, but gets his bearings quickly when she presses the rest of her body against his and kisses him harder. Demanding a response. His hands grips her waist, drawing her more roughly to him, and he kisses her back like his life depends on it.
Her lips feels soft, yet firm, and the way they move with such determination, demanding him into submission makes his heartbeat quicken. Her lips move against his gracefully and with such ease, it's like she's kissed him a thousand times before. Then she takes his bottom lip and tugs, hard enough for it to sting, then she soothes it by sucking it between her lips carefully. A moan of pleasure escapes him, and that's when she plunges her tongue into his mouth, seeking his in a battle for dominance. Her tongue swirls around his, one, two, three times, before she draws it back home to her mouth making him chase after her. That's when she almost does him in, she sucks on his tongue and moans in complete and utter pleasure. He all but comes in his pants right then, thrusting his hips forward, bucking against her, searching for friction. He cannot remember the last time he was this turned on by kissing, but then again, he's never been kissed by her before.
Lizzie draws back, and for a few seconds he feels panic grip him with an iron fist. He doesn't want it to end yet, he wants more, so much more even though he knows he shouldn't.
Lizzie kisses her way across his jaw and up to his ear, taking his lobe between her teeth, nibbling and biting before soothing it over with her tongue. He is no longer able to put a coherent though together, everything is just mush inside his brain. All he can manage is to clutch her waist, he clutches like he's hanging on for dear life, and he's sure theres going to be bruises in the form of his palms there tomorrow. Somehow, that thought doesn't disturb him at all.
He sucks in a sharp breath when she licks the shell of his ear, dragging the tip of her tongue all the way from the lobe and all the way around, hitting one of his absolute weak spots. The feel of her soft, wet tongue and her warm breath panting in his ear makes a shiver run down his spine. He draws her more tightly to him, taking a handful of her ass and grinds her against his straining member. This is surely what madness must feel like he thinks before he feels the tip of her tongue drag behind his ear, torturously slow, all the way down to where his neck meets his shirt. Then she bites. Hard. And he lets out an animalistic growl in response. He's certain she's not the only one waking up with a bruise tomorrow. But he's not mad at all, the thought of her branding him pleases him like nothing else.
Then she kisses him again, like her life depends on it, parting his lips with the swipe of her tongue against his bottom lip, and he grants her access more than willingly. Her tongue swirls around in his mouth again, seeking, exploring, learning every inch of his mouth. And he's holding on for dear life, one hand buried in her blonde tresses, gripping the back of her head, holding her in place, afraid she'll pull away and the other squeezing her asscheek as tightly as he can. Her hands creeps up his neck and cradles his head in her hands, her nails scraping across the back of his skull, making a shiver run down his spine and a moan escape his lips.
And then, just as soon as it started, its over. She pulls away abruptly, drops her hands back to the lapels of his jacket, straightens them before taking steps backwards, putting distance between them. He's so confused that all he manages to do is just stare at her. His mouth opening and closing like a fish. And he's panting like he just ran a marathon, so he leans forward, braces his hands on his knees and gasps for breath.
He hears her steps stop then, and lifts his head to see across the small distance she's created. He takes his time to study her, his breathing still coming out in hard puffs, while she manages to look completely unaffected, like what they just did didn't just confirm the attraction and connection between them. Like it wasn't as earth shattering for her as it was for him. She looks like the perfect mixture of shock, bewilderment and embarrassment all at once, and he's in complete darkness about what goes around in her head right now.
The feeling that this was nothing to her sobers him up quickly. And then he narrows his eyes in in anger. What was that? Was it just some whim to test what the 'old man Red' might have in store? Test what he could offer? Is she toying with him? He's so immersed in his thoughts he almost misses her release a deep shuddering breath, shivering visibly; the only confirmation that their kiss affected her too.
"I, uh.." She stops to clear her throat, her voice coming out shaky and hoarse. "The coast is clear now" she adds, squaring her shoulders to appear confident and unaffected again. And that's when a lightbulb goes off in his head. She kissed him for cover. He's not sure if he should feel proud of her for her quick thinking, or hurt that that's the only way she could imagine kissing him. But still, that was a little more than a kiss just so they could hide in plain sight. Wasn't it? It sure felt like that.
He doesn't answer, not ready to speak yet. So he settles for just staring at her. She fidgets, wringing her hands together, once, twice, and then she worries her scar. She's nervous. Her skin is flushed and she is flustered. He just continues to stare, waiting for her to explain more even though he understood why she did it.
"I'm sorry, okay?" She sighs in frustration, his intense gaze having the desired affect he was looking for. "It was the first thing I could think of. Nobody bats more than an eye at a couple making out because it usually makes them uncomfortable to stare to long. It won't happen again. Next time we'll just hide, okay? Now can we go?" She gestures with her hands down the street staring at him expectingly. But he just continues to pin her with his gaze.
"I'm not" He says when he finally finds his voice, it comes out rough and dark, rumbling in his chest.
"What?" She asks confused, knitting her perfect brows together.
"I'm not sorry" He clarifies his voice sounding rough and deep even to his own ears. He pushes of the brick wall with both hands and starts walking towards her, like an animal closing in on it's prey. Never breaking eye contact.
"In fact, I'll never be sorry. I liked it. Loved it if you cant tell" he stops, tilts his head downwards where his cock is still straining painfully against his pants. He sees her gaze flicker to the bulge, and he twitches against his slacks in response. Then he starts walking again, slowly, taking his sweet time. "Being kissed by you feels like I have had two hands around my throat, slowly choking the life out of me, but now I can finally breathe again. It's like I was dead before, but now I'm alive. It's like being granted the christmas present you always wanted" He stops then, a few inches from touching her, invading her personal space. So close, but not touching.
He raises his hands up slowly to cup her face. Then he leans in close enough to feel her warm breath on his face. He presses his forehead against hers, lets his nose brush against hers, a featherlight touch, his mouth a breath away from her lips. Still so close, but not touching. He wants to kiss her again, so badly. But he can't. If he kisses her again, he'll never be able to stop. And he needs to stop now, take the pain of walking away now and not later. Because he knows where this road leads; to heartbreak and misery. He might seem like an appealing choice right now, but she'll eventually tire of him and then leave. And when she finally does leave, because it's not a question of if she does, but when she does, then he'll be completely broken, more so than he is now. So it's better to never know what it's like to have her completely, it's better to never know the feel of her naked skin against his palms, never hear how she sounds like when she comes apart, never know what it feels like to have her naked beneath him shaking with pleasure and need. It's better to never know her love, than to know it and lose it. He couldn't bare to get a taste, only for someone else to take it away from him.
He takes a sharp breath and holds it in, the air burning his lungs. The mere though of never having her shatters him, but it can never happen. He takes a step back, drops his hands to his sides. Her eyes snaps open, staring intently on his face. He closes his eyes, lets out the breath he's been holding to compose himself and prepare. Prepare for the pain that will hit him like a sucker punch in the stomach as soon as he utters his last words.
"But it can never happen again" He says, sounding pained and broken already. Then he turns abruptly and walks away, leaving her standing there in the street. He needs some distance. She knows her own way to the safe house, she can get herself there. There is no immediate threat in the area now.
He needs a drink. A strong one.
TBC..
A/N: Thank you for reading ;) Please don't hesitate to leave a review and tell me what you think :)