Argent was finally returning home from setting up the camera by the hotel her criminal was lodging at. Robin had sent her to this place to pick up the camera's. All she thought was that Robin is way to paranoid.
She's been out since 11am and it was now 4pm. Argent walked up to the apartment and knocked at the door, hoping that Hot Spot was home.
He opened the door in sweatpants and a undershirt.
She looked up at him. "You better get me a key, Giraffe." Then she pushed pass him.
"Someone's in a bad mood." He said, closing the door. "And I'm not that tall, you're just short."
Argent stopped by the hallway and looked at him. "What are you 6ft? 6'1''?"
"I'm 5'11."
Argent grunted. "I'm gonna take a shower, so stay out of my way." She snapped, walking hastily to the room.
Hot Spot sat in the couch. "Girls are strange." He muttered.
Argent wasn't mad at anyone. No, she was angry with herself. She's only been in this apartment for not even a day, and she's already aching to take a sip of her whiskey. Her addictions are way to strong. She's already drank two days ago, and ruined a slumber party.
She started pacing and pulling at her hair. She stopped and glanced sideways at her suitcase. Then she shook her head and started pacing again.
"Why did I bring it?" She asked herself.
She looked around the room and spotted the dart board. She ran up to it and grabbed a dart. Then she ran over to the bed. She rolled up her skirt and sliced some skin on her thigh. As she watched the blood prickle out, she thought 'relief'. She was enjoying how the stinging made her feel as though she can take on the world and know she still feels.
She looked over at her suitcase again. Then she cut another wound into her skin. She reached to her boot and untied the key from her laces. She opened up the suitcase and quickly grabbed her nightwear, underwear and towel before locking the grip up again. She grabbed her shoulder bag and pulled out the washcloth. Then she stomped out of the room.
After being pelted with burning hot water for ten minutes and throwing on some red knee length shorts and a black tank top on, she dropped her worn clothing off in the room. Then she walked out into the living area where Hot Spot was cooking something.
"What are you cooking?" She asked weakly, walking beside him.
He looked down at her. "You can't be in Morocco without trying falafel." He said.
"So you made some?" She asked.
"Yeah. But for me only. You can watch me eat." Hot Spot laughed.
Argent frowned. "Your humor is screwed up."
"So you know I'm joking?"
Argent pushed into him. "Yeah. And you aren't funny." She walked to the couch. "What's in it?"
"Chickpeas."
"That sounds nice." She started fiddling with her fingers. She wanted liquor so badly.
15 minutes later
They sat on the couch and ate quietly.
"These are good." Argent said so lowly it almost came out as a whisper.
"You okay?" Hot Spot asked. "You've been way to quiet to even be Argent. Didn't even insult me since you walked in."
Argent threw him a lazy grin. "Just thought you needed time to eat. I mean you must love food to be that morbidly obese."
"I should not have asked." Hot Spot grunted.
Argent smirked. "Why? You were worried about how you didn't see my adorable smile."
Hot Spot chuckled. "Adorable. No. Sinister. Yes."
Argent laughed. "Try not to laugh Chubby Cheeks." She needed something to keep her mind off of alcohol.
"You must see me as some guy with boobs in your eyes. I'm not fat!" He complained.
Argent put her empty on the table. "Shut up. I'm gonna do something."
Hot Spot watched her carefully.
"I'm about to rock a verse from a song I like."
"What song?" Hot Spot asked.
Argent looked at him. "You ever hear 'Scream' by Avenged Sevenfold?"
His eyes went wide. "Please don't si-"
"Cherishing those feelings. Pleasuring. Cover me. Unwanted clemency-y-y-ye!" Argent sang loudly in his face.
Hot Spot pushed her and groaned. "That song is crazy."
"I know. You listen to that and it'll be the closest you've ever gotten to sex." Argent whispered before laughed.
He frowned and crossed his arms. "What do you know about sex?"
She leaned in. "More than you'll ever know." She whispered.
"Gross."
"You asked, Fatso!" Argent laughed.
"I'm not fat!" Hot Spot yelled, glad he took anger management classes.
Argent poked him in the side. "You keep saying that." Then she stood up and took her dish to the kitchen. She quickly washed it.
"I'm going to go sleep." Argent said.
"It's only 5. Shouldn't you try to adjust yourself to the timing here?"
"I did. It's 5am in New Zealand." She continued walking. "Goodnight."
"'Night."
Argent opened the door and walked inside. Then something hit her like lightning. The need. The need to drink and masturbate. She ran to the bed and fell back.
"I can't do this in this house. I can adjust to time but my body can't handle not getting these things." She looked at the nightstand where she left the dart. Then she groaned. "I can't keep fighting off my addictions with more addictions. I have sex to keep my mind off of drinking and now, I'm cutting myself to stop from doing both!" She grabbed the dart. Tears stung at her eyes, but she knew they would not fall. If they fell, she would not stop, and crying a waterfall does not help anything.
She was about to slice into her thigh when-
"Mmm. Oh shit." She found herself dropping the dart and reaching towards her suitcase. "Ugh." She pulled herself away and started pacing. If she doesn't give in she's gonna block out. When she blocked out she did things purely on urges. When she did things on urges, she just can't control herself.
She had to get out this room and away from her cravings. She ran out of the room and into the living room. She started pacing around.
"You're back? I thought you... What's wrong?" Hot Spot asked.
Argent bit her lip to keep from moaning. She had to do something before she spaced out. She ran to the couch.
"What's wrong?" Hot Spot repeated.
"Spotty! I, um, need you to do me a favor."
"What?"'
"I'm sleeping on the couch with you tonight."
He blinked. "I could just go back to my room."
"NO! I need your help! You see, there's something I want but am trying to cut back on. I'm gonna space out soon. I need you to make sure I don't go to that room. I'll start begging, but you force me to stay right here. If I say I have to use the bathroom, refuse. I already used it not to long ago. Then I'm sure I gonna say I was lying. I am not lying of joking. Also, I might do other... strange things. I need you to hold my hands away from my body, and if I get too much, bound and gag me. Oh, and don't tie me around my wrist or ankle. Tie my hands behind my back and my legs together by my knees. Understood?"
"Why would I need to tie tie you up?"
"You'll see." She said before groaning in annoyance.
"Will you please tell me what's going on?
"Isaiah!" She used his real name on him. "Enough with the questions! I-I'm giving you permission to bound and gag me."
Hot Spot smirked. "That does sound awesome."
"Shut up you big dummy!" Argent stood up and paced again. "Okay. Um, when your watching me make sure I stay away from the fridge, knives, phones, the remote... You know what, just keep me on the couch. Make sure you hold my hands! Oh, and when I'm tied up you still have to watch me because I have skills..."
"Wouldn't you just use your powers to untie yourself?"
Argent stopped and sat on the couch. "Trust me, I won't be able to think straight enough to you use my powers."
"Can you please tell me what's going on?!" Hot Spot shouted, getting up to get some rope from the kitchen cupboard.
"Addictions." Argent said simply.
Hot Spot's eyebrows knitted together as he sat back down and put the rope on the coffee table . "And this is gonna lead to you spacing out?"
"It will indeed. I trust you to try to help me. If I go one night without doing these things then maybe- ugh!" Argent groaned and hugged her knees to her chest. She began rocking.
Hot Spot's eyes went wide.
She turned to look at him. "F-forget what I said. I-I can not do this." She whispered. She crawled from the couch and away.
Hot Spot, remembering her orders, ran in front of her and blocked the hallway. "Nope. I can't let you do whatever to yourself."
She stood up and tried to push past him. He blocked her.
"Please. Just let me go." She begged, trying to push him again.
"Nope." He lifted her by her waist and threw her over his shoulder.
She started beating on his back. He dropped her on the couch, and sat next to her.
She tried to run away, but his he quickly grabbed her and pulled her back down.
"You aren't going in that room." He said before grabbing both her hands.
She started twisting and turning. "I didn't mean it!" She moaned.
He grabbed the remote and started flipping channels with his left hand while still holding both of Argent's hands with his right.
She began sliding of the couch groaning. "Uuuuuhh!"
He yanked her back up gently. "Stop."
She started rocking. "I just want a little. Just a little."
He looked over at her. "I really hope you aren't going mad."
"Uh! Filled. Just a little filled. Or a slice. Just a slice." Argent started squirming again.
"Suck it up!" Hot Spot yelled. "If this hurting you this much, then you need to stop whatever it is."
She moaned. "If you see the lack of it is hurting me, then you would let me do it."
He shook his head. "Can't do that. I wouldn't be a good friend."
Argent crossed her legs. "I want my fingers back." The need to be filled was becoming stronger that her need to drink. If she doesn't do something soon...
"No." Hot Spot said still looking at the television.
Argent moved a little closer to him. "Please."
He didn't notice. "No."
Argent looked up at him with the cutest look she could manage. "Pleaseee! Be a sweetheart and let me be happy." She said past pouted lips.
One thing that Hot Spot knew was that Argent never begs him and is never this nice to him. There must be only one answer. "Are you on drugs?" He asked seriously.
Argent cracked up. "I'm not on drugs! Well-" She lowered her voice. "If you consider it a drug..."
"What did you bring in my house?" He asked looking at her.
Argent began groaning and sliding off the couch again. She has finally lost all control.
"You look possessed." He commented, pulling her up.
She threw her head back and started moaning.
Hot Spot used his free hand to rub the back of his neck. "Would you mind not doing that?" He asked nervously.
She moaned even louder. "Let me go and I'll- uh!- stoop!"
"Shut up!" He bent to the ropes.
Her moaning turned into sensual grunts.
Hot Spot dangled the ropes in front of her face. "I'll tie you up."
Argent bit her lower lip. The sounds vibrated in the back of her throat.
He was still going to tie her up. He grabbed her and tried to tie her hands behind her back.
Argent quickly escaped and sat herself on Hot Spot's lap.
"Whoa. Off!" He yelled.
She smiled. "I guess you're a guy. Maybe I can have fun with this..." Her hand trailed down from his chest to his-
Hot Spot grabbed her hand. "Whoa. WHOA! Watch it."
Argent smirked. "What are gonna do? Hit me? That makes it more fun for me."
He lightly knocked her head. "Hello? Is the real Argent present!"
Argent used her other hand to grab his hand. "She'll be back in the morning."
Hot Spot pulled his hand away and reached for the ropes. Argent grounded herself on him.
"OFF! NOW!" Hot Spot grabbed her by the waist and tried to pull her off.
She already had her legs wrapped behind his back.
"You really aren't normal." Argent insulted him. "You aren't even hard."
Hot Spot pushed her but ended up falling of the couch with her, landing right between her legs. He tried to pry her legs from around his back to no avail.
"I don't like the bottom." Argent groaned.
Hot Spot tried to force her off. "Let go of me!"
"No. Give me what I want and I'll let go." She pulled him closer with her legs.
"What do you want?!" He asked, close to giving up.
"No point in me indulging in my obsessions. So how about you try to get hard and let me grind on you?"
Hot Spot's face cringed. "Nope. How about you get off of me and go to sleep."
Argent rolled her eyes. "I'll go to sleep after I get what I want."
Hot Spot stood up but she was still hanging on him. "Stop!"
She jumped off and shoved him onto the couch before sitting right back on him. She started ripping at his shirt.
"Stop. Please stop." He pleaded grabbing at her waist. "You're gonna kill me in the morning if you knew I didn't tie you up in time."
She scratched into his skin. He turned her over and grabbed the rope. He ripped the rope in half and started tying her hands behind her back by lifting her a bit.
"Whatever. I don't need my hands!" She snapped.
"How am I gonna get her legs?" He wondered aloud.
Argent grinned sensually. She started grinding herself on him, still on her back.
"I seriously need to gag her." He complained.
She moved her legs to the front of him quickly and kicked him down, putting her legs back around him as he fell.
His eyes went wide. "You're mad." He gasped.
She ground harder.
He only knew one way to get her off but didn't want to use it.
"Will you please get hard?!"
Hot Spot punched her in the stomach lightly. "Sorry." He apologized as she fell off.
"I like pain." She said as climbed back on the couch.
Hot Spot grabbed the ropes and held her knees together.
"Uh!" She grunted, trying to kick her legs away. He quickly tied her knees together.
He dropped her on the couch.
"You gonna gag me now? With what?" She asked roughly.
He ripped her shirt from around her belly. Then he rolled it up.
"I was really star- mphh!"
Hot Spot picked her up and walked to the room. He entered and threw her on the bed.
"Goodnight!" He shouted as he closed the door. He walked to the couch and laid down on it.
"She's gonna have to tell me what's her problem. I can't go through this every evening." He muttered.