She Said No: Sam

She'd been dating Alex for three weeks. Three whole weeks that had been nice. But that was all. In fact, nice was about the only thing Sam could attribute to her relationship with her boyfriend. It was nice. And possibly a distraction. He was nothing like Danny, and it was something she was beginning to think she'd done on purpose, even with her boyfriend snuggled against her side as he was now.

He was only an inch taller than she, 5'7" compared to Danny's almost towering 6'2", and he had brown eyes, and brown hair. All around average, nothing compared to the almost mysterious vibes that Danny could channel when he was in the mood. And he was larger. Not heavy, per say, but he had bulky muscle where Danny was nothing but lean whipcord over bone.

Alex was… He wasn't Danny. Dry humor, already in his second year of college. So much more serious. And much more demanding than she wanted, Sam realized as she felt his hands graze down her stomach to her thigh, fingers starting to slip underneath the hem of her skirt as Alex leaned up and kissed her.

"Alex," she managed before he cut her off, and Sam was surprised to find herself suddenly beneath him on the couch in his apartment. "Alex, stop."

She pushed him back and started to sit up, and very nearly screamed when he pushed her back down. "Come on, Sammy. You'll like it. I promise."

She narrowed her eyes as he called her Sammy, a name that not even Danny used with impunity, and struggled to sit up again, this time using more force as she realized that Alex wasn't going to let her up without a fight. "Alex, I said no. I don't want to do this."

"Relax," he ordered, his voice suddenly sharp and hard as he pushed her back into the cushions of the couch.

"Stop!" But he didn't, and Sam winced as she heard the ripping sound of fabric and realized that he'd split her shirt almost down the center. She kicked out, aiming for his groin, but she only missed and caught him in the thigh, making him narrow his eyes as he raised her body up by her arms to bounce her back down, jarring her head and making her bite her lip.

"Fucking little bitch," he growled, and Sam spat at him, bloody saliva spattering his face as she popped out with a good right jab.

He hit her. Full across the side of the face, and Sam was knocked off the couch and to the floor, her head glancing off of the coffee table and making her see black for a moment. More than a moment, she realized as she blinked her eyes open and realized that she was back on the couch, and her boots were gone, her purple tights, too, and he'd shoved her skirt up as he tried frantically to work its zipper.

Her body refused to obey her as she told it to fight, to kick, punch, bite. Anything to keep this from happening. All she got was a faint whimper of sound that she turned into a pleading, "No." Another ripping sound and the skirt was gone. Sam did the only thing she could think of. She screamed.

And then Alex was gone, ripped away as Sam stared dazedly up. It was Danny, jeans already dotted with blood, fists clenched into Alex's shirt as he hefted the shorter man up, and eyes glowing a very, very angry green. He pulled Alex close, grinned ferally into his face.

"She said no."