As long as the wrong feels right
Prompt from LJ: She wans to hurt him and he lets her.
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD...sadly. But I will if my evil plans work out...but probably not.
Still, Enjoy!
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional we stopped keeping score.
- One more night, Maroon 5
Scratch. Claw. Bite. Spit.
Her green eyes are alight and glowing with anger. They rage on and on.
Push. Pull. Shove.
And you fall to the floor with her on top of you.
Everything you have done since you came to her town, all the people you killed and hurt and manupulated, all the terible things you did that fall in her long category of terrible things; she reminds you about every single one of them in a seething, hateful voice and you lise yourself in it.
But she can never really hate you, can she? So she does the only thing she knows you will forgive, the only thing that will release the anger she feels towards you without having to lose you. She lashes out and you let her because you don't want to lose her either.
She straddles your waist and starts hitting your heaving chest with her clenched fists. Her blond hair fall like a curtain over her shoulders. They tickle your face and shield the two of you in a cocoon of your own.
You think that she looks like a beautiful, avenging godess. She doesn't stop.
How many times has this happened?, you wonder, but you both stopped keeping score ever since you lost count of all your terrible actions.
Eventually, Caroline wears herself out, she always does. You're both breathing heavily, irregularly, and then she collapses atop you. You hold her and say, promise, swear, that you will stop hurting her and breaking her heart time and time again, but you're a liar, you both know it all too well by now.
So you don't speak about the next time it will, inevitably, happen. Instead, you both keep laying on the floor, locked into each other's embrace.