Silence. It reverberated in the alley thicker than the blood pooled on the
cobblestones. Had Spot left again? She didn't dare open her eyes for a few
moments, in fear that the Delancy's had infact won and she'd find Spot
lying dead on the floor.
No chance of that though.
The thorough ass-kicking that the Delancys received was evident enough by their hasty retreat. But then why wasn't Spot making any noise? Not even the shuffling of feet was heard, just a booming stillness that threatened to drive her mad. With great hesitance, her eyes fluttered open to reveal everything she's feared. Blood, varnishing the cobblestones, and bits of ripped cloth from Oliver and Morris's clothes. The most relieving, but frightening thing of it all was Spot.
He hadn't taken flight as she had first deducted, but in fact still stood in the alley - watching her, studying her as if she held the key to a great enigma. His green eyes were wild with a roaring fire; induced by the fight. Hailey swallowed nervously under his gaze, but didn't dare move.
The emerald flames were more intense then after he'd pummeled Marcus. But there was something else there too. A spark of untamed need, making his stony features seem almost wicked. It wasas if he were grinning at her, but not a single muscle moved in his face.
"Spot." She breathed out his name like a mantra. Almost unseen by her he took a single step forward.
"I." she continued. Words slipped from her tongue, leaving her completely speechless. Spot continued his advancements forward, drawing closer and closer to her with every second.
"I."
Everything was growing fuzzy. Mere inches stood between them now, and the determined inferno had only intensified with each step he took. It was almost hypnotizing, the green of his eyes. Completely serine one moment and raging hotter than the sun the next. Endlessly deep emeralds, canvases of unspeakable pain and emotion. But they were so beautiful. she was drowning, she could feel it. Slipping forever into a hazy sleep that captured her every cell.
One hand slammed against the wall near her head, and the other grabbed her face roughly. His lips imprisoned hers, and a white hot light exploded around them. The cinnamon taste of her mouth sent him plummeting rapidly towards the brink of self-restraint, as he kissed her roughly, passionately, drinking in every drop he could. She wasn't fighting him as he'd expected. It was originally to scare her off, send her running for the hills. The soft moan he coaxed from her though was proof enough his mission failed.
Skilled fingers dove into the silky mass of brown curls as he pressed her fully against the wall. The need to get close to her was too much. A warning sign popped up in the back of his mind, barely heard over the thudding of his heart. She wasn't one of the nameless whores, she was the fiancée to one of the soon to be richest men in all of New York.
And she was beautiful. so beautiful.
Pounding the wall in anger, Spot tore away from her, trying his hardest to ignore the load moan of protest elicited from her trembling form. With all the speed he possessed, he bolted from the alley, trying desperately to calm his pounding heart.
~~~
(A/N = muahhahahaha! More! Hows this for all of your greedy little fanfic hearts? Now I have to warn you I've started the mutiny that is school once again, so fanfics will be scarce. Well maybe not scarce but still.. Not as frequent as over spring break. But I am writing some during history *snoooooore!!* but yeah! Here's hwat you've all been waiting for! The kiss! Muahahaha! But for all you finale shippers, theres nothing to fear - it was purely a kiss out of desire. This doesn't mean they've admitted love yet. That comes at the end. Okay, I'd like to that Butterfly and LadyofSlytherin for flaming my email box with "write your fanfic" letters. Love you girlies! And the rest of you! Big *muah*! p.s. and for those of you who watch, its an uber-shippy month of Lizzie Mcguire! Tape and be merry!)
No chance of that though.
The thorough ass-kicking that the Delancys received was evident enough by their hasty retreat. But then why wasn't Spot making any noise? Not even the shuffling of feet was heard, just a booming stillness that threatened to drive her mad. With great hesitance, her eyes fluttered open to reveal everything she's feared. Blood, varnishing the cobblestones, and bits of ripped cloth from Oliver and Morris's clothes. The most relieving, but frightening thing of it all was Spot.
He hadn't taken flight as she had first deducted, but in fact still stood in the alley - watching her, studying her as if she held the key to a great enigma. His green eyes were wild with a roaring fire; induced by the fight. Hailey swallowed nervously under his gaze, but didn't dare move.
The emerald flames were more intense then after he'd pummeled Marcus. But there was something else there too. A spark of untamed need, making his stony features seem almost wicked. It wasas if he were grinning at her, but not a single muscle moved in his face.
"Spot." She breathed out his name like a mantra. Almost unseen by her he took a single step forward.
"I." she continued. Words slipped from her tongue, leaving her completely speechless. Spot continued his advancements forward, drawing closer and closer to her with every second.
"I."
Everything was growing fuzzy. Mere inches stood between them now, and the determined inferno had only intensified with each step he took. It was almost hypnotizing, the green of his eyes. Completely serine one moment and raging hotter than the sun the next. Endlessly deep emeralds, canvases of unspeakable pain and emotion. But they were so beautiful. she was drowning, she could feel it. Slipping forever into a hazy sleep that captured her every cell.
One hand slammed against the wall near her head, and the other grabbed her face roughly. His lips imprisoned hers, and a white hot light exploded around them. The cinnamon taste of her mouth sent him plummeting rapidly towards the brink of self-restraint, as he kissed her roughly, passionately, drinking in every drop he could. She wasn't fighting him as he'd expected. It was originally to scare her off, send her running for the hills. The soft moan he coaxed from her though was proof enough his mission failed.
Skilled fingers dove into the silky mass of brown curls as he pressed her fully against the wall. The need to get close to her was too much. A warning sign popped up in the back of his mind, barely heard over the thudding of his heart. She wasn't one of the nameless whores, she was the fiancée to one of the soon to be richest men in all of New York.
And she was beautiful. so beautiful.
Pounding the wall in anger, Spot tore away from her, trying his hardest to ignore the load moan of protest elicited from her trembling form. With all the speed he possessed, he bolted from the alley, trying desperately to calm his pounding heart.
~~~
(A/N = muahhahahaha! More! Hows this for all of your greedy little fanfic hearts? Now I have to warn you I've started the mutiny that is school once again, so fanfics will be scarce. Well maybe not scarce but still.. Not as frequent as over spring break. But I am writing some during history *snoooooore!!* but yeah! Here's hwat you've all been waiting for! The kiss! Muahahaha! But for all you finale shippers, theres nothing to fear - it was purely a kiss out of desire. This doesn't mean they've admitted love yet. That comes at the end. Okay, I'd like to that Butterfly and LadyofSlytherin for flaming my email box with "write your fanfic" letters. Love you girlies! And the rest of you! Big *muah*! p.s. and for those of you who watch, its an uber-shippy month of Lizzie Mcguire! Tape and be merry!)