A/N: People have asked about the plot. It is made obvious here. Some people have asked for longer chapters. That's not going to happen. (:
Somehow, the entire situation was manipulated to a point that made it work in his favor. Her eyes followed him everywhere, as if terrified he would leave; he found her in his embrace too frequently to document. He made sure she never left his sight for too long if he could help it. Something about the new-found vulnerability frightened him, yet it excited him all the same, relief weighing down his senses. She didn't truly consider him a Lima Loser; she wanted him, and acted upon these wants often.
When the door was tightly shut, barring away trespassers with his weak lock, she assailed him, her lips pressing burning butterfly kisses down his neck, her hands fisted in his shirt, gripping at his nape. He found himself pushing her against the wall, breathing labored, blood thrumming through his body. What a natural, animalistic way to solve everything. Never part of his perfunctory routine, yet a welcome blessing.
Her arms were locked in a vice-grip above her head, pinned to the wall; growls and moans, a fine line between the two, flew from barely-parted lips. He pressed against her; too close, not close enough. Her skin was on fire, her eyes were flaring coals.
Just below her jawline, where he could feel the blood pulsing in rapid beats, adrenaline pumping through every vein, he pressed his lips there insistently and whispered, "I love you." And in those three words, in that quick release of breath, the spell was broken, and the flames licking between them were suddenly doused in cold water.
Her eyes fluttered open and her swollen lips parted just a hairbreadth more, and he knew he'd made a mistake. In the darkness, he could see the whites of her eyes glittering, and he imagined her wide stare piercing through his bone.
The harsh breathing was the only sound in the deafening silence.
He released her arms, letting them to gracefully fall to her side again, before taking a shaking step back, smoothing the rumples in his shirt. He didn't dare meet her gaze before the door was slammed shut, and his back was pressed against the flat wood, his reflection staring him down across the hallway.
He shattered the mirror with a frustrated snarl and a blow from his right fist. Lizzie watched with wide eyes at the end of the corridor.