Keep Your Enemies Closer
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. In fact, pin your enemies against a wall and make out with them.
This is a one shot, this is a very hard T because of hard reasons. And there is some swearing. I got a bit carried away. Hate makeouts are fun to write.
-Enjoy!-
If someone had asked Penny a few days ago how she thought this week was going to end, pinning her worst enemy to a wall in an abandoned building with one hand handcuffed to his definitely wasn't one of them. But there she was, the tall brunette boy's chest was just an inch away from her face as she pressed her body up against him in the empty hallway.
"If you wanted to handcuff me like this," He whispered, his voice low and suggestive. "You should have just asked."
"Shut up." She seethed, covering his mouth with her free hand. "I needed to guarantee that you wouldn't try to escape."
The tall boy rolled his eyes and glared at the girl who kept his body plastered to the wall. How they had ended up in that position? Well, it started out as a normal mission. Doctor Claw tried using mind control on birds so that they would cover HQ in bird poop. Not exactly as evil as it was annoying, but Penny had set out to stop Talon from executing the plan nonetheless. It was pure dumb luck that she managed to get the upper hand on him and put him in handcuffs. Talon definitely was not as scrawny as he was when they were fifteen. At eighteen, he was at least six foot two, almost an entire foot taller than her. His arms had definitely increased in size, he could lift her with ease, and probably throw her a fair distance as well. She was proud of herself, she had managed to take down her enemy and successfully handcuff him to her. Oh boy, why did she do that?
The sensation of the boy biting her hand brought her back to the present. The sharp, stinging pain that coursed through her hand caused her to quickly retract her hand. He looked at her, smug grin crossing his face. She wanted nothing more than to slap that stupid smile off of his face. So she did. She slapped him hard across the cheek, the pain burned across his face as he turned bright red.
"Aah!" He groaned at the pain. "Plumsauce!"
"What?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"That's my safe word." He replied, smug smirk quickly returning.
She glared at him and covered his mouth with her hand again. Why couldn't this idiot be quiet for once in his stupid life? What was up with him and his stupid one liners and lame puns? He was so stupid. She hated this. She hated having him this close to her, his face so close to her's, feeling his hot breath on her face. Oh, he smelled like mint mixed with a tropical breeze. No, stop, focus. She had to remind herself to focus.
Suddenly, she felt something slimy and wet trailing it's way across the palm of her hand. Ew, ew, ew.
"Gross!" She cried, wiping her hand on her jeans. "Fucking perv."
"Says the girl who has me handcuffed in an abandoned building." He whispered sensually, leaning down so that his lips were near her ear. "I didn't know you were into kinky shit."
She shivered out of disgust, or at least she hoped it was disgust. She definitely wasn't enjoying the sound of his deep, seductive voice. Or how intimate the scene felt. No, it wasn't intimate. The fire that she felt in the pit of her stomach was hate, it had to be hate. There was no way it could possibly be anything else. Right? That way her heart increased was simply adrenaline, nothing more. Her face was red with rage, she wasn't shy or embarrassed. She was not enjoying this. This was war. This was her enemy.
"You are not allowed to enjoy this." She sneered.
"I'm not really into bondage anyways." He snickered.
She pushed up closer to him, pressing their bodies together tightly. They could feel every inch of each other through their clothes. She could feel how rock hard his chest and torso were, how his arms were warm and somewhat inviting. And he could feel every soft curve of her body, her hips and her long legs pressing into his. Why was he so infuriating? It was so annoying, and kind of sexy at the same time.
"Don't make me slap you again." Her voice came out much more high pitched than she meant it to. Why was he having this effect on her?
"Oh, so we're going back to spanking now, are we?" He flashed her another stupid shit-eating grin.
"Stop it." She was losing her patience, and quickly. She knew that this was just him buying time while he was thinking of a way to escape. "I have you handcuffed and pinned to a wall, and there is nothing you can do about it."
"You sure you aren't trying to seduce me?" His voice was impossibly low and, as much as it pained her to admit it, she was kind of turned on.
His lips grazed her ear slightly, whether or not it was intentional she didn't know. It sent a shiver down her spine, his hot breath on her sensitive skin, the stubble on his upper lip rough and sensual. Oh shit, she was enjoying this. Her brain screamed no, but the unmistakeable ache between her legs said yes. She had to stop this. She had to stop this right now.
"No?" It came out as a question. It came out as a damn question. No, she wasn't trying to seduce him. But was she opposed to the idea of it?
His lips gently grazed her ear again, this time he added a small nip right to her earlobe. She bit her lip hard to keep herself from gasping, she was not enjoying this. There was no way in hell that she was enjoying this. She could feel him smirk against her skin as her body stiffened. This little idiot knew exactly what he was doing. It was like a primal urge to be in control, an urge to completely unwind her. She felt the same urge, to leave him unwound, craving more. She may have had him pinned to a wall, but he was the one in control, and she needed to regain that control.
"No you say?" He whispered seductively. "Well then."
His lips quickly retreated and her ear felt cold.
"I won't bother you then." He continued.
That fucking stupid smirk. Although as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't want him to stop. And this fucking boy damn well knew that. He wanted her to beg, to ask for it. But she wasn't going to. She wasn't going to give into stupid hormones.
"I wish you would just shut those stupid lips." She jeered.
His grin only widened as his eyes locked with hers. There was an unmistakable look of desire in his eyes, but also a question. His eyes silently asking for permission. She nodded only slightly, an unspoken invitation. She had just given him permission. He leaned down further, and she could do nothing but tremble with anticipation.
"Like this?" He asked, his lips barely touching her neck.
Then he kissed her neck, right along her jugular. His sensitive touch made her quiver and ache with want. Fuck, he should not be doing this to her, making her feel so damn good. She shouldn't be letting him. But she didn't want him to stop. She found herself craving his touch, for him to keep kissing and nipping at her sensitive veins. Her judgement was hazy, her brain couldn't think about anything other than their erotic situation. She bit her lip harder, drawing blood, repressing the moan that was caught in her throat. Then she felt his tongue move slowly on her skin, sending a wave of unmistakeable pleasure down her spine.
"What's the matter Penny?" He whispered.
Then he did the unthinkable, he began sucking on her neck. She wanted to push him off of her and punch him in the face. But such a task would be difficult while they were handcuffed. Plus this, this was hot, and steamy. It made her forget her own name, made her want to let go of any inhibition that she could have. This was everything that a hormone crazed teenager's mind could think of. And she had no intention of stopping him.
"You like that?" He asked alluringly, his voice filled with that stupid charm of his.
"Anything to get you to shut up." She stuttered and whimpered, her voice barely audible.
Stupid hormones. Stupid teenage horniness. She had to stop this. She had to stop shuddering at his touch. She couldn't let him know that he had this affect on her. She couldn't let herself melt in his embrace, as much as her body wanted to give in. Then she had an idea. It was risky, but it was an idea. Two could play this game.
His neck was right in front of her, just out of reach. She stood of the balls of her feet and sank her teeth into his sensitive skin. Talon's head jerked up with a gasp. It was her turn to smirk now.
"What's the matter, Talon?" She giggled innocently.
The boy shivered at the feeling of her mouth on his neck. That would definitely leave a mark. Oh, and his name falling from her lips felt so right, especially when she was teasing him. He couldn't stop the sigh that escaped his lips, he was way too aroused for his own good. She kissed up his neck, starting from the base of his throat, trailing up to the sort black stubble on his chin. Usually he shaved, perhaps he didn't have time this morning. Nonetheless, the stubble made the experience feel a bit more erotic. She had never experienced anything more sensual in her eighteen years on this planet. And it was oddly satisfying.
"I thought that you weren't trying to seduce me." He teased.
Stupid fucking-
She brought her lips to his in an awkward yet steamy first kiss. It was passionate and sensual, like a kiss in one of those old movies. But this was move than just a kiss, this was a destructive force. This was a wrecking ball demolishing every wall that they had built around their hearts. This was every pent up emotion that they had ever felt for each other coming to a catharsis. This was hate, and anger, and lust, and pain, and love, and pride. This was joy, and sadness, and this was greed among all. Their lips were greedy and hungry, and both parties were fighting for dominance over the other. She could feel him wedge one of his legs between hers as they deepened their kiss. She could feel his tongue poking at her mouth, and she parted her lips to give him an entrance. The heat radiating between them was unmistakable, the want and need for each other was undeniable. But there was something else there too. Something fiery and fierce, something that had been burning for years, something completely unexpected. Something that stole their breath and left them wanting more. They couldn't deny the pull that they felt towards one another during battle, every touch, every smirk, every borderline flirtatious one-liner. What they were doing was wrong, but nothing had ever felt more right. This was more than just a make out session, this was more than just an act of teenage rebellion, this was more than simple hormones. This was something deep and something real. Something that could never be.
She felt his free hand ghost along her waist, travelling down the curve of her body to the swell of her hip. If it were possible for the two to be any closer, then he would have pulled her in. But they were already as close as they could possibly be. Her free hand travelled up his chiselled chest and up passed his neck before finally tangling itself in his overly gelled hair. She swore she could hear a choked moan rumble in his throat as she pulled at his hair, she could feel it as her lips attacked his. She felt his hand travel somewhere lower on her body before freezing, as though to see if she were comfortable with the action. She kissed him harder to let him know it was okay to continue. His hand continued to travel lower on her body, his hand rested over the back pocket of her jeans. She hardly registered the action, she was far too lost in the intoxication of their kiss. This kiss was a drug, an unmistakeable high without a proper fix. This kiss was-
Click!
Suddenly all actions ceased as she heard the sound of metal fall to the ground. She looked down in surprise to see the handcuffs on the floor and Talon with a tiny silver key in his hand. Shit, how could she have gotten so distracted? She should have known. Obviously he had been going for the key in her back pocket. How could she let him play her like that? He looked down at her, both hands now free from their restraints. But the look in his eyes wasn't one of amusement or pride, it was a longing look filled with a certain craving. This time, he cupped her cheeks with both of his hands and brought his lips down to hers in a far less passionate, yet still chaste kiss.
"Well that's one way to steal a key." He said breathlessly after their lips parted.
"That was cruel." She pouted.
He smirked at her seductively once more, giving her a suggestive eye wiggle.
"I think you enjoyed it too much." He told her, sending her a charming wink.
"I think you liked it more." She teased.
"Oh really?" Talon inquired. "Then I guess that moan wasn't you."
"Then I guess that there is a banana in your pants currently poking at my thigh." She giggled.
Talon's eyes widened.
"What?" He gasped.
She took a step back from him and looked down at the obvious pitched tent in his trousers.
"Shit." He cursed, awkwardly crossing his legs as he leaned against the wall.
Penny couldn't stop herself, she laughed so hard that tears started forming in her eyes and her sides began to hurt. Talon's face began to heat up as he turned a bright crimson colour.
"Stop that!" He whined.
"Sorry," She sputtered between breaths. "It's kind of funny."
"So are we going to fight now, or?" He asked with a slightly annoyed roll of his eyes.
"What kind of fighting?" She asked, taking a step closer to her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace, and his found their place around her waist.
"I think you know what kind." He smiled at her, holding her closer to him.
They both felt the unmistakable heat radiating between them when they kissed. The heat that had always been there, burning up to an inferno over the last few years. A fire that had no intention of going out any time soon. Soon they had to come up for air, slowly leaving their passionate embrace.
"You know that I still have to stop you, right?" She whispered with a sly smile.
"In that case," He let go of the small blonde girl, his suggestive smile never leaving his face. "En garde, princess."
She couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled in her throat.
"As long as you promise not to be a crybaby when you lose." She joked.
"I think you mean when you lose." He replied.
-End of story-
This started out serious and then became shit post. I edited out most of the penis jokes that were in the first draft and tried to make this less shit posty but I failed. All I can ever write is damn shit posts and sin. I will try to be fluffy and sweet, but I am corrupted by sin and shit post. Don't even ask me what those last few sentences were because I don't fucking know, this fic did not want to end so I put it out of it's misery.
Welp, this was an interesting experiment. I'm going to bed now.