Prompt #11: I'm not a perfect person, There's many things I wish I didn't do, But I continue learning –'The Reason', Hoobastank
A/N: Panama. ;)
She asked him, once, if he kept track of all her sins in a little black book. He'd glared at her through the glass wall separating them, and she saw his hands twitch at his sides as if he wanted to reach into her cell and strangle her. So she smiled, and said it was probably a big black book.
It's easier for them both if he hates her. She's told herself this every day for twenty years; most of the time she believes it.
Tonight, she doesn't. Not when he's kissing her the way he kissed Laura, when his hands are moving over every inch of her skin. He's rough tonight, and she's glad. He bites, she scratches, and they both know they're marking each other.
Mine.
She straddles him, the possessiveness she feels reflected in his eyes. They belong to each other in ways she doesn't completely understand, but tonight she doesn't want to think. If she thinks she'll remember all she has is this one night, that tomorrow she's going to betray him again—
Well, he's going to think that. He's supposed to think that. He's supposed to believe every bad thing he's ever heard about her – But not tonight.
And now he's on top, and this is a game she remembers well. She raises her hands above her head, even as her mind cautions her it's probably not a good idea to let him cuff her.
When he climbs off the bed, she realizes she should have listened to her instincts.
"I know you're going to betray us tomorrow," he says. His earlier passion has all but disappeared, and she feels oddly vulnerable under his appraising stare.
"Jack—"
"Don't lie to me!"
She's suddenly so tired, and it would be the easiest thing in the world to let the truth spill from her lips. But he won't believe her.
Even if he does, the last thing she wants from him is pity.
"If your actions endanger Sydney in any way," he says coldly, "I will kill you myself."
She looks at him as defiantly as a woman handcuffed to a bed can. "You know, you used to be a lot more fun in the bedroom."
"Tell me, Irina, does it get easier each time you betray someone?"
No, she thinks. And then she speaks, giving as much truth as he can handle right now. "I'm not going to hurt Sydney, Jack."
"You hurt her just by being her mother."
"And you're perfect?"
They stare at each other in silence, then Jack slowly crawls on top of her. His teeth nip her earlobe as he whispers, "I meant what I said. I will kill you."
"Noted." She arches into him. "But not tonight."
His mouth travels over neck. "No. Not tonight."