Dollhouse, Claire/Adelle, temptation
Crash.
A broken door; Adelle's shoulder through it.
Tiny droplets of blood; the skin barely broken, protected by her now ripped blazer. Shattered glass falling outward, to the hallway.
"Fuck you!" That's me. We're arguing again. Different this time... this time I want to kiss her.
She grits her teeth and shoves me backward. "Stop pushing me." Her voice is cool, but I can see the fire in her eyes.
I stumble over too-tall heels, kick my shoes off before I can fall. Can't stop myself from pushing a little more. It's fun. Keeps me alive. "Figuratively? Or literally?" My eyes wander and the flash of white when she smirks draws me in; gaze snaps to her teeth, the surrounding red lips. Full, kissable, candy-coated. Tempting. Too much tempation and my lips are on hers.
Barely a taste; a sharp pain in my head - she's pulling my hair. Making me stop kissing. I don't want to stop, she tastes too good. Poisonous. Exciting. Dangerous. Controlled. Everything I'm not. I have chaos, chaos in my mind, can't keep my thoughts straight most of the time. Nothing matters right now except making her let me kiss her again.
Thud.
My back hits the wall. She kisses me this time, hungry and demanding, makes me wet. Makes me want more than kissing. I want everything.
But she's out the door. Leaving me wanting proves too great a temptation for her to resist.