Cuts Heal, Bruises Fade
Summary: Clingy yet cunning; skilled but prideful – they were two jagged pieces in a puzzle, creating a grotesque yet mesmerizing picture.
Note: this is a collection of tragic pairings. They might not be the normal everyday stuff – example, Katie/Pollux – just so you're warned. If you're like aleki98 and hate pairings like Thalia/Percy or Annabeth/Luke then I suggest you do not read this, okay? (Hey, aleki98 – yeah, you, Alexis – I hope this annoys the crap out of you =)
1. Kitty Has Claws
He kisses her hair, breathing in her deep scent. He has been obsessing over her – it is . . . not wise. He's never been too wise to begin with – that was always her – never had much need for it anyways.)
Of course, he knows she doesn't love him; does not like him; does not desire his attention. She just likes his power – likes his status; it makes her a force to be reckoned with. Damn that Miss Prideful – she had changed; he had changed her.
His lips are trailing now, edging dangerously close to her lips. She makes no move to stop him. (She no longer plays the damsel, her role is the temptress.) She makes no acknowledgement that he is even there – this sets him off. (She knows, knows, that it will.)
She knows how to play with her toys, and it's this game that she's best at. (With the obvious exception of cat-and-mouse.)
So he forces his lips on hers, fighting his way in. And she fights back. (She doesn't know, but he likes the fight better than the kiss.) Her lips scream at him, her body daring him to try something stupid. His hands demand assent, but she will not yield.
She was not likely to give in to temptation. (That was his job.)
So he gives in. (Because she always, always won.)