I don't own the character, I just play with them...
This is a slash fic, so if you don't like slash or think it's wrong then turn back now.
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"Just shut up!" he screams and it makes you ache. He makes you ache all the time. When he's around...when he isn't. When he's on top of you, inside, riding
you hard and fast...when he isn't.
You don't speak again. You just listen to your bodies slapping together in the quiet of your apartment. Your business papers scatter the floor and your plans to
take down Sonny are forgotten for one more day, one more night.
The animosity fuels the burn between your thighs. You hate each other. Hate that you can wreck him and he can do the same to you. But there's also desire, the
forbidden taste of the unspeakable, the sinfulness of pleasure and the soreness of verboten liaisons.
He doesn't like to talk. He likes to close his eyes and perhaps he imagines you're someone else. He does to you what he could never do to a woman. He's rough
and his fingers scrap at your skin, not caring if he bruises or scratches...neither do you. You need him to be rough, to not care if he hurts or if you bleed. He
doesn't hear your whimpers and you don't want him to. You just love the feel of his mouth all over your skin.
That slippery, forever pouting, sex mouth tastes your skin as you bend over a chair and he fills you like you've thought about all day.
You think you're breaking apart. Then the tremors roll through your body and then his and you know you're not broken, you're healed. Your sense of self is
glued back together and your confidence is restored. He moves away from you and the ragged sound of his breathing and the swish of clothing over his head
takes over the grunts and moans that were your world a moment ago.
He pulls on his pants and the grating sound of his zipper leaves you feeling alone.
"Forget this happened," he tells you like he's told you a hundred times before.
You want to give him a long diatribe of why you can't forget, why you can still feel him inside and how every time you sit down, you're reminded of what he's
done to you...what you already want him to do again. Instead you smile and wink at him. "It's hard to forget when I can barely stand."
He comes close to you, his wet lips pressed so close to your ear, you can't stand it. "Everything can be forgotten Ric...even you."
You swallow hard, turning your eyes to look into his icy blue's. "All right, Jason. You win, nothing happened."
"And nothing will again," he tells you and even as the words slip out, you both know it's a lie. He'll be back and he'll break you apart and then put you back
together and you'll take pride in every second of it.
Until then, you have the ache.