Title: Point of No Return
Spoilers: Fresh and juicy DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SPOILER FREE!!!
Characters: E/C ANGST! And hot.
Rating: T
Summary: Farther than either of you intended, because this kiss is starting to slow down and it will soon progress to something that can't be regarded as a heat-of-the-moment mistake.
A/N: So freaking bitter. And angsty. Enjoy.
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It starts like this.
Words yelled with the propensity to do lasting damage leave you both with heaving chests, and surprised expressions. Her cheeks are flushed and she is looking at you like she doesn't know you. The feeling is mutual.
When did it become okay for you to treat each other like this? Was it when the rumors started of her rather risqué relationship with an infamous homicide detective. Or was it when Stetler started giving mandates regarding interoffice relationships? Or, was it when you went out with Natalia a couple times, just to knock back a couple beers, and she got wind of it?
Regardless, you both are seething with unspoken words and hurt feelings that you try to hide. But it doesn't work. You know each other too well. You know the right buttons to push and you know how the other will react. That's why you feel actual fear when she starts to walk away, but with every step she takes your anger only grows.
You say the one thing you know you shouldn't and she spins on her heel so fast you think she may have given herself whiplash. For a moment you think she may slap you, but instead she gives you a look that rivals the one she saves for people who deserve the death penalty.
Then she strides up to you and starts saying things she doesn't mean and the only way to silence her is to kiss her. And you do. Or maybe you collide together, but that doesn't matter. It's rough and ungraceful and utterly carnal. This is a kiss born out of frustration and anger. Passionate doesn't come close to describing this kiss, nor would it even do it justice.
It's when she pushes you against the wall and you moan in response that you know you've both gone too far. Farther than either of you intended, because this kiss is starting to slow down and it will soon progress to something that can't be regarded as a heat-of-the-moment mistake. It is starting to morph into something that can't be brushed aside with a laugh and an awkward smile.
She knows this too, and in an act that you both will never forget, she stops and looks you in the eyes long enough for her to confirm your belief that this is real and that she is scared to death. And then she kisses you again, but it's softer and sadder and you know in so many ways that you won't get another chance with her. So you seize the moment and tighten your grasp, deepening the kiss to The Point of No Return and her response only seals the deal.
This insane rush of feeling overwhelms you both and you know it's not normal; it's nothing you've ever known. And the physical contact isn't enough, it's never been enough and you feel the urge to hoist her up to allow her legs to encircle your hips. But before you get the chance, she stops abruptly, kisses you one last time and whispers something that haunts you for nights to come.
You run your fingers against your lips as you watch her retreating form and you can't help but try to shake away the dizziness. You've left each other breathless and hurt and confused. And hopelessly aroused. No matter what she says, you know she'll be thinking of you tonight, when she's with him. But that's not good enough. It never will be.
It's like that. But maybe not. Maybe it starts like this…