A/N: I have no idea where this came from.
They-Call-Me-Orange, this one's for you.
I own nothing.
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Predator.
You watch with heavy-lidded eyes and a grim smile.
Your hands reach out for what's not there.
Bated breath and candy lips are on your mind.
I saw him watching us. His dark eyes following our every move as I held her close to me. I watched his hands close over his beer bottle and squeeze ever so slightly as my body matched her rhythm.
Corrupter.
Charm is your greatest weapon.
A pleasure now exchanged for later pain.
Grim becomes impish.
Still he watched us, his gaze lingering in ways it shouldn't for numerous reasons. I tightened my arms around her and breathed in her scent letting it wash over me.
Thief.
Stealing innocence with lustful intent.
You want it for your own, this silken skin.
Impish becomes expectant.
I pull back from her just a bit and look into her eyes. A very different feeling, her eyes versus his. Her smile a light contrasting against his of dark laced with malice.
Intruder.
You're like a disease.
Unwanted; unbidden you creep in.
Crawling on your belly to insinuate yourself again.
I kiss her urgently, ardently as my mind shatters and every nerve feels like it's on fire. I stake my claim, here and now in front of everyone, she is mine as much as I am hers.
Judas
You betray the one who believes your lies.
A token granted until you feel you can make your move.
You sell her trust for this silver lining.
When the kiss ends I search for his companion, she is no where to be found and he is unconcerned. He shifts in his chair subtly as she buries her face in my neck and I smile feeling her breath on my skin.
Loser
You gambled; you lost yet refuse to accept defeat.
Almost admirable this fierce doggedness.
Almost, but not quite.
I move her head so she is looking at me again, her eyes glint in the dim light of the club. I lean in and whisper in her ear a plea for us to go so I can love her in private; so I can find my refuge.
He approaches us, she turns following my gaze and raises her eyebrow at him in question. His duplicitous smirk makes my stomach churn and I feel the urge to defend myself as well as her.
A dance, one dance is what he asks of her. She doesn't even hesitate to answer and it is then he realizes his defeat.
She's coming home with me. His shoulders slump and his hands find their way into his pockets.
He walks away with a final glance as his companion makes her reappearance. He offers her a smile but she has borne witness to his transgressions and tells him so.
I find myself smirking as with a flick of red hair she is gone again and he is left standing alone. Looks like you lose again Jesse.
THE END
Cut and Paste reply: That's right Jesse sucks. Palex rules! Great oneshot.
