AU: Scandal-like. Jackson is the President and April is his communications director.
It's silence.
The room is quiet. The windows are closed. The doors are shut. The only sounds being their uneven breaths and footsteps.
"Stop."
He blinks, hands by his sides and he shrugs, "I haven't done anything."
She sighs, closing her eyes and taking a step backwards, "No, just- Stop. Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
April takes a deep breath, reaching behind her and gripping the edge of his desk with her fingertips.
"You know what."
Jackson stops closer, in that all-too familiar way that makes her nervous. In a good way, in an excruciatingly slow and painful way.
"Remind me."
Within a minute, he's closer to her. Hands pressed to her waist and green eyes watching her own hazel ones.
"Stop."
"Do you want me to stop?" He inquires, brow raised and hands sliding from her hips to her neck.
The redhead pauses, licking her lips and eyeing his own, her hands subconsciously falling to the back pockets of his pants.
"No."
He smirks then and she almost hits him, almost wipes that smug look off of his face. She hates it, hates him, hates how he makes her love him. She hates to love him. This isn't good. This isn't healthy.
"No?"
"Stop looking at me like that."
And they're back to this.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to consume me!" She tells, voice raising ana dyes ablaze, "Like you want to breathe me in. Like you want to suck all the air out of my lungs. I feel smothered by you. You smother me. You kill me. You're killing me. You're taking my air, and my oxygen, my breath. You're taking my breath and you're leaving me with scars. You're consuming me, and I can't keep letting you!"
"April-"
"You're taking my oxygen and I can't breathe. You are taking everything from me and I let you. I let you, because I am yours. Alright? You own me. You have me. I'm yours. You have already consumed me, but please just stop taking my air. You're killing me."
His thumbs trace the edge of her chin and he licks his lips.
Her fingers crawl up his chest, resting against his jawline, "Stop."
"I can't."