I put quite a few together here because almost all of these got used and that just felt stale.
In case you missed it... I put out a new meet-cute one shot called "Can I get a Pikachu?" I won't lie. It's fluffy FourTris. Click on my name and go read it.
SN Chapter 41 coming soon... I put a post on my Tumblr, I've got some family challenges right now so it'll either be posted in the next week or in several weeks and then Chapter 42 is gonna be delayed a bit.
The teasing started with statements so ridiculous she just laughed. But when she repeated it to Zeke, she started to worry. It didn't matter how he insisted Tobias was different. She knew there were other girls, he'd said as much, and she knew she lacked the assets and the insistence to guarantee his attention would remain true. Consistently, she heard: what happens on the fence stays at the fence.
It was a stupid bet. He knew nothing about the southern fence or the guys he was with, but it seemed safe to assume there would be just as many rabbits. Now he's grimacing as his hair falls and the needle is prepped. His hesitations about looking Dauntless had always been based in not belonging, and now they were making him one of them.
Her heart was pounding, her breathing fast and jerky, her whole body tense and rigid. The lingering fingers between her thighs gave one last flick before coming to rest on her heaving stomach. It wasn't enough to watch her, he needed to feel her with his lips and taste her on his tongue. When her eyes fell shut, he dipped down to sneak a lick not knowing it would be ten minutes before her hands would let him back up for air.
As long as his hands are on her, she's real. She can't disappear into his dreams or nightmares. She's concrete and just where he wants her. While the pressure of his fingertips ground her onto his reality, she is similarly rooted like a usurper on a pedistal– worshipped and almost feeling worthy of his affections.
Soft, mellowed, pussy whipped…. He knows they say it behind his back. It grates on him, irritates him to be thought of as weaker. It makes him want to dominate, prove he's still number one, still a hard ass, still worthy of apprahention. Somehow, she always finds him just when he's about to demonstrate just who he still is, and her smile melts it all away. When she's asking for his attention, winding her arms around him, he is soft and pussy whipped and completely submissive to her, and he wouldn't want that to change.
She watched him carve the fillets with easy motions, wondering for a moment if this is what he cooked for Marcus or if Marcus ever cooked for him; if he'd ever truly been cared for or if he'd always been on his own with the monster. Her thoughts were sad and invaded by questions she didn't think he'd answer.
The radio was old and well loved. It was a strange luxury that she could only approach with curiosity. As she turned the dial, Zeke snapped to attention calling for her to twist it back. He pulled her away from the shelf and chuckled when she stood, dumbfounded. His hand snaked over her shoulder and the other on her waist. He guided her and got her giggling out of her stupor and past feeling stupid.
He's off, like a toddler chasing a toy, fixated, determined, greedy. And like a tired mother, she rolls her eyes and pursues at a distance watching for hazards and accidents waiting to happen. She barely reaches him in time to remind him to keep his hands to himself, hardly gets his attentions back on her before he's following another shiny bauble. She tries to hold him but he's slick with sweat and eager for someone soft, warm, and decidedly not her. And like most girls, this bunch is about to fall all over them selves to fawn over the untouched, innocence that toddles drunkenly towards them.
She knows this isn't forever. She knows it's part of their agreement. But something feels so right when his arms circle her, hold her, his nose presses into her neck and his feet play with hers. It feels so right that it quickly splits her open and she has to think of anything else for the pain she feels knowing it's just physical for him.
As always, I love reading your thoughts. :)
