Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned, they are property of Seven. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
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Saving Grace is a series of one shots that follow on from one another, depicting the lives of Matilda Hunter and Lucas Holden.
Full Summary: Matilda Hunter is forced to live a life she hates. And loves. Stuck between life and death, she hovers, waiting for someone to come and save her. Waiting for that one moment that will change her life. Lucas Holden has been forgotten for most of his life... for alcohol, for the endless stream of men his mother would bring home. He's told he's special, but he refuses to believe them. What will happen when serendipity takes hold of their lives, and a series of random events lead to one ultimate mistake?
Rated M for drug & alcohol abuse, sexual situations and suicidal thoughts. You have been warned. Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with these things.
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Saving Grace
Chapter Nine: I Hate (Everything About You)
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Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
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She was there, dancing, in her little red skirt, and her tight black laced top. She was moving, flowing, becoming one with the music, her body glowing with the light layer of sweat that had formed on her bare skin. Her skirt rode up as she moved her arms up her legs, then her shirt followed, as her hands went up her sides towards her head, and she shook her hair, letting it fall loosely around her.
I licked my dry lips before taking a sip of my drink, my eyes never leaving her silky form. A smiled crossed her face as she turned to look at me.
She knew she had won.
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Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
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It had hardly been a fair fight. Who could resist such a tempting offer, thrown at you on a silver platter. Sex with no attachments. Every guys dream. And with such an exquisite beauty, no one was going to refuse. Not even me. Despite everything, she still had me under her thumb. She still knew how to work my body, how to make me yearn for her touch. How to make me hunger for her kiss.
She had become an angel of the night, but was really a devil in disguise.
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Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
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Downing my drink, I sat the now empty glass back on the bar, before pushing myself reluctantly out of my seat and slowly weaving my way through the crowd towards her. Her smirk grew larger at this movement, knowing that she'd won.
What was the point, she'd won me over with that first sigh. With that first look.
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Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
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I came to stand in front of her, but didn't move to her as she'd have liked. I promised myself I'd try as long as I could. Just to make some kind of statement. Just to try and make her see that there really was more to her than just her body. There was a mind, heart and soul that I'd fallen for. There was a lost child, alone for the longest of time. There was someone worth saving.
But she continued to move her body, pretending not to care about anything but the resounding heat that danced between our bodies. Pretending to only notice the tension that was thick in the air. Pretending to know that there was nothing but lust in my eyes.
Pretending that she was living another life.
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Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
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Finally, she took my hand and moved around her body, forcing our bodies to come into full contact for the first time in weeks. It was then that all my strength faded, all my will power disappeared, and all I wanted to do was kiss her hungrily, until we'd both become dizzy from loss of breath.
I pulled her towards me, my grip on her tightening, and I caught the gasp that left her breath with an intensely heated kiss. Her hands danced under my shirt and across my belly and back as I flirted with her lips, her tantalizing kiss, yearning, craving for more. Pushing her slowly backwards, eventually she was backed up against the wall, our bodies crying out to be joined.
Remebering that first night in the club, I leant down and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to make you scream."
This time I wasn't met with resentment or anger; I was met with a challenge of my own.
"Not if I do first." She replied evilly, her lips moving up to fight my own once more.
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Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know
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Her hands moved to my belt as my own moved beneath the silky material that was her shirt, reaching under her bra, wanting to feel her naked breast hot against my hand. I felt her gasp into my mouth, but the euphoric feeling only lasted moments before I found myself to be the one groaning as her hands reached their prize, taking me in her hands and stroking me up and down, handling the situation like any well trained expert.
Apparently, this was war.
Reached my other hand down from her back, I ran it gently across her butt as she arched into me, and my fingers danced their way up her thigh. Pulling back, I smirked down at her when I found she had no underwear on.
"What can I say?" She said, shrugging "I knew you were easy."
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I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
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Instead of letting my kiss do the talking, I kept her eyes locked on my own as I gently pushed my fingers inside her core, and took great pleasure as she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back, as she fought to keep the moans of pleasure from being released from her delectable mouth. Finally, though, I felt her hand stop moving as she gave in, and I knew that it was now or never. Pulling my fingers out, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her hands freed me of any restraints that kept me bound, and then she lifted one leg up and hooked herself around my butt, leaving herself open for entry.
I glared down at her as I slowly, cautiously rose to the challenge she had set. Knowing that each moment I delayed it for that second longer she would become angrier and angrier, I watched, almost gleefully as her face twisted, with desire, with annoyance, with pure, blissful pain.
Plunging into her finally, I covered her mouth once more, to stop the screams and moans of pleasure escaping her mouth.
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I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
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It was in that moment, when she melted, breathing heavily with pleasure that I knew. She may have won the battle, but I sure as hell had won the war.
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I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
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AN: More to come soon, as it just keeps flowing out of me. Thanks again to Kate for proofing, and to all that reviewed. Makes me want to finish the story quickly!