Angsty, dark. I'm happy with how this turned out. I hope you guys are too.
She said it was over. Why are you here Yet, you're standing before her. She's glaring at you through dark eyes.
"Granger, what are you doing here?"
If I knew that, I wouldn't be standing here. "You left a few of your things, I'm going to give them back."
"I said there were no strings attached." She looked you up and down and you shivered,"No strings. Keep my things." She said.
Stop torturing me. Just stop. Tell me you need me, tell me you want me."I don't need them Parkinson." She tried to sound annoyed, tried to sound like it wasn't hurting her. That standing before the woman she loved, while she practically told her that she was nothing more than a good time. A fling. She felt lower than dirt.
"Finally growing a backbone, aye Granger? Finally showing the world that you're in control?" She steps forward, stops right in front of you and gently touches your face with one finger. That one finger almost kills you. "I must say,it's not working." She says as you tremble beneath her fingertip.
As she's touching you, the only thing you can say over and over again in your head is,Please, don't stop. Don't stop touching me, don't stop loving me. Just don't stop.
Before you know it, you're up against a wall, and you're at her mercy. She claims you in a bruising kiss, and kisses down to your neck. Your hands are in her hair in seconds, you throw your head back to give her better access and then you let that one moan, that one doomed moan that had told her, you submitted escape your lips. She pulls away and laughs. Laughs that deep throaty laugh that always signified that she had won.
"The whole dominant thing realy doesn't work for you. You should know that well by now. After all, you always, always let me win." She spins on her heels and heads toward the door. She stops and turns around,"Seriously though, you can keep the stuff." The door opens, and then closes with a thud.
You slide down the wall, the wall that she had taken you against and you cry and cry. I only wanted you to love me. "Why can't you love me?"
As you cry into your hands silently, you really wish it was moments like these that you could forget.