AN: Here's a Prologue of a story that I'm thinking of doing. Please let me know if I should make this into an actual story.
"Who do you belong to?"
It's the same question that he always asks. A question that they both know the answer too. Buttercup's knees shook with anticipation. For what, she knew the answer to that too. She just didn't know how to say it.
"You."
She spoke in a whisper. Buttercup cursed herself on how weak she sounded, but with Brick's body heat melting her, and his menacing gaze searching her face, the girl couldn't focus for too long.
"Say it like you mean it."
He knows she means it. The truth shines from her eyes and reflects in her body movements. He knows her like the back of his hand. Just as she knows him. She knows his patterns, his movements, his emotions. Even the ones that he tries so hard to bottle up.
"I'm yours, Brick."
Her voice was steadier now. Brick growled and brought his face even closer to hers, his hands pining hers above her head and his warm breath hitting her face. Buttercup felt her face grow hot, and she could not contain her gasp as he crashed his their lips together. It was not romantic in any way, they didn't do that. These were full of teeth and tongue and unstable emotions.
"Don't you ever fucking forget it."
He only pulled away to say those words, and Buttercup got barely enough time to gasp for air as he attacked her lips again, releasing the hands at her wrists to grip her waist. Buttercup winced at how hard he was pressing against her. Her small frame was smashed against the school lockers. The halls were long abandoned and the only sounds were the gasps and moans that came from the couple.
Pulling away from Brick to breath in, Buttercup tries not to make eye contact with him. She had to tell him. At least, she had to try. She knew that the minute she was to look into his ruby orbs, she would be gone.
"Brick?"
"Hmmmm?"
He was too busy sucking on her pulse point to fully focus on what she was saying.
"What?"
His voice was low, a sign of lust, which means danger. Feeling her heart accelerate, Buttercup knew she had to focus on the task at hand. This constant cycle was killing them both.
"We have to stop this Brick! It's killing is both!" She cried out.
Silence came next. It was true, it was killing them. They never spoke out on the status of their affairs, but with each bruise, came a deeper love. It was beautifully sadistic. Working up the courage that she was infamous for having, Buttercup looked into his eyes. She was surprised at how dark they were. Before she even knew what was going on, Brick a couple feet away from her.
"If you want to be done, then fine. Leave."
She tries to stop this often.
His blazing eyes dart towards the door. He kept his eyes trained on her. Brick's inviting her to leave, she knows it. She knows that the minute she walks out that door, it's all over. No more them. This is her chance.
But for some reason, she doesn't take it. She never does. She craves the feeling of his hands leaving bruises on her body as they destroy whatever environment he had dragged her into. Buttercup craved his touch, his rouged looks, his mysterious appeal. She craved the blood he made her shed and the blood she got from him in return. It was a sickening, toxic relationship.
"Exactly. Don't act like you don't feel the same way."
He appeared in front of her again, a hand coming up to grip her neck. It fucking sucked, him having powers and her not. She hated being weak. She want weak, not even for him.
"I'm not weak."
She spat this at him through frantic gasps of air.
"I know you aren't."
He spoke with certainty, as if he knew everything in the world.
"That's why I love you."
With that, he kissed her again, pulling her legs around his waist and pulling Buttercup's shirt over her head. She let him, moaning and twisting her hands in his hair.
No one knew of their cycle. They made sure of that. Late night visits, the sneaking around. It was all part of it. He loved her, she loved him.
This relationship was sick, twisted, possessive, damaging.
And she wanted every part of it.
