They were on the ground before he knew it. Hands flying everywhere. Grasping on to the harsh material both needed for their siblings project. They were screaming too, along the lines. Claiming everything as their own. Like it would stop this tug of war. Eventually, her small hands slither upon him, pushing him. He hadn't expected it. Losing his balance. Thudding down on his side as he throws up his hands in frustration at her. She scarcely flicks him a satisfied grin before her hands move again over the floor. Desperate to grab anything she can find. It doesn't take him long before he's at it again. Still lying on the cold floor, shoveling all parts to him.
He grasps onto something. Not sure what. Clinging to the metal anyways. His other hand reaching out again. Eyes flying over his own bedroom floor. Before he knows it though, she has grasped it too. The thing he holds. Troubled features glancing over her face. He lifts up a brow, watching her for a moment. She yanks, he tugs harder. He's stronger, she knows that. She tries anyways. And It goes on for a while before she dares to push him again. Trying to rid him away. It does little. He barely even shifts this time. Yet as she yanks the metal, his grip slips. He lets go. Moving to another piece. She's at him again. And he rolls around then. Glancing in frustration. Her small frame still trying to hover over. Arms sneaking passed him just to get whatever is lying next to him. He has enough of it.
Within a fraction of seconds her skinny frame is underneath him. Her hands pined down above her by his own. One hand keeping him afloat. Their bodies collide anyway. No word is said now anymore. He just stares her down. Watching her confused, bewildered gaze. And he notices now, how fucking gorgeous she has gotten. Sure, it had struck him since they hit the age of twelve. A gnawing feeling in the back of his mind had jumbled within then. He hadn't been able place it. Not completely. Maybe just ignored it. Denied it. It was here now. Tempting him. Challenging him. He fucking knows now it's not brotherly at all.
He's still breathing heavily. Still watching her with confused longing. She does the same. When she comes to senses though, she squirms. Her pale cheeks now painted with a darker color. Like somehow flustered. He doesn't move. Heavily glancing. She mutters out his name in dismay at last, as if knowing he's too strong for her to get away. And it takes a him a while before he gets over his confusion. He lets her go eventually though. And she walks out swiftly without any of the stuff she needs. He suddenly doesn't feel like using it anymore.
