Game
Summary: It's a game. Their game. It's continuous. And dangerous. Yet neither of them attempt to put it to an end. HC.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Wow, angsty. I'll have to go get my fluffy/angsty H/C muse back in action.
PROMPT:
Intending
to burn, pretending to fight it
Everyone learns faster on fire
Things took a turn, lost all desire
You live and you burn
You live and you burn
burn, Alkaline Trio
xxxxxx
It was never intended to be easy. Him. Her. It was doomed from the beginning. She always made her intentions known, yet he had been less subtle. Play. Playing a game. Playing their game. It's what appealed to him the most. The fact that she played back. Pushed. It intrigued him.
He pushes her against the wall in his office, the only light coming from the small slits in the closed blinds. Nobody can see them. Nobody ever sees them.
Her skin burns under his touch, but she doesn't want it to stop. His hands graze her hips and she arches into him, breathing heavily. Play. It's a game. Their game. It's continuous. And dangerous. Yet neither of them attempt to put it to an end.
He brushes his lips against her neck, running his cheek over her skin. She gasps slightly, feeling his stubble graze her raw skin. It's left a mark. Red. He always leaves a mark.
She grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls him closer to her. Presses her lips on his. Need. Want. Their passion will kill them. Both of them know it. Yet it's a drug. An addiction. An addiction should never be a game.
He moves his lips against hers, pushing his tougue inside her mouth and feeling it collide with hers. She presses into him, winding an arm around his neck. Oxygen isn't an option. It never is. They both need to take what they can get now. It's how the game works. They both attempt to win.
"You n-need me," She moans as he presses himself closer to her. "It's why I'll w-win."
His chuckle is soft. Dangerous. His hands tangle in her hair as he kisses her cheek. "Uh huh," he mutters, kissing the spot behind her ear and making her groan. He smirks. He's already won.
It's a dangerous sport. They are both competing for nothing. Just the mere satisfaction of knowing that they have won control. She surprises him sometimes. She will always fight back. It's what makes him want her more.
Dangerous. It will destroy them. Yet it's an obsessive game. One neither of them are willing to forfeit.
