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To snare you in my trap

Wrath

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"ANDREW CURTIS" I yelled, holding the sheet up around my body as I chased him down the hallway. "COME BACK HERE!"

He laughed in front of me, before running down the stairs. "I don't think so." He said, smirking up at me "The idea… the reality, of you running around naked with only a towel covering that wonderful body… its too good to be true."

"Harty ha ha." I replied "Too bad when Amanda comes home and refuses to ever let you see me again because we scared Ryan for life!" I yelled at him, but he smirked at me from the bottom of the stairs.

"Did I ever tell you how hot you look all riled up like that?" He asked, taking a step towards me.

Oh no, he did not think he could get away with that!

"Don't even go there mister." I yelled angrily at him "I hope you know you're banned from everything for a very long time for pulling that stunt!" I cried, but it didn't seem to stop his approach.

"No one else is home Belle." He said in that voice, and I had to will myself not to take those few steps forwards and melt in his arms. Damn him, I thought, stepping backwards. He's not supposed to have this kind of effect on me. I mean, the butterflies, the jelly legs? Not cool.

But even more than that, it was this feeling of something more, something deeper, overwhelming me, like taking out my entire heart and soul, and handing it to him on a platter.

Falling fast and hard, you know? That was generally reserved for the soppy fake angsty teenagers of this world… not the self assured ones who didn't give a damn. Because I really didn't give a damn… until now.

"See, you're so damn sexy when you get all hot and flustered like that." His smooth voice broke my thoughts, and I turned to glare evilly at him. "And that look, it always gets me really hot…" He said, his voice closing in on my small form. Torn between wanting to remain angry at him, or whether to give in to his advances, I stayed still, until his body was right on mine. Pushing me up against a wall, I clung tightly to the sheet as he stalked towards me.

"You're so possessive Drew Curtis." I snapped at him, as he grinned a little at me.

"And you're so angry Belle Taylor." He replied, cocking his head to the side and smirking a little more.

"Well why shouldn't I be?" I screamed at him. He stepped backwards, his dark features clouding over with something other than the usual lust that generally resided on his face. That hadn't meant to come out like that. Like there was something more than this stupid little fight going on with me. Like I wanted to let him in…because I wasn't sure I was ready for that.

"Why are you angry?" He asked me gently, his hand reaching out to my cheek, but I turned my head and looked down.

"Because being angry always seemed like the easiest thing." I replied, crumbling down against the wall. "Because shutting people out was always easier than letting them in. Letting them in would mean my heart would be broken yet again." I said bitterly "And why bother with that? I'm not even sure I have a heart worth loving any way." I said brutally, honestly, looking up into his dark eyes as he looked away from me.

I laughed cynically. How clichéd, I'd ruined the one thing that actually made me want to feel, by baring my soul too soon… or at all. He didn't want to deal with my problems, because this… it was all something different to him. I was just an attraction that he was working slowly out of his system. Why had I even believed that he would be something more?

"So stupid." I muttered, shaking my head and standing up shakily "So utterly stupid."

I stepped past him, but his hand instinctively reached out to grab my own. Shaking it off instantly, I turned hot on my heels, and glared at him. "You can't just let it go, can you?"

He shook his head and pushed me against the wall, following with his own strong body until every inch was pressed against my own.

"God Drew" I said, struggling against his strong arms "I hate you so much right now. Not only did you steal my underwear and make me chase you around the house with only a sheet around my naked body, but then you go and make me pour my soul out to you, and practically give you my heart on a platter, only to have it crushed… yet again! Just go away from me!" I yelled at him, beating my hands against his chest. His deep throaty laugh chimed clear though the almost silence, and I abruptly stopped the thumping to glare up him.

"What?" He asked as he pulled me closer to him, laughing some more.

"Stop laughing!" I said, which only caused him to laugh harder.

"Behind that anger, you're so insecure." He said, and I hit him in the chest, completely outraged at his suggestion.

"I am not insecure!" I cried.

"You are!" He retaliated, pushing my arms up against the wall. "And you're angry, and your sexy, and you're completely irresistible. You've got me Belle, mind, body and soul. You snared me in your trap with that first glance. That first glare. And I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could ever let you go." He said, his voice cracking a little.

He'd just gone all Romeo on me, and generally, I'd gag. But he'd called me insecure. And that really pissed me off… so I did the only thing I knew would piss him off just as much. I leant up and captured his lips with my own. My tongue tangled with his as my nails racked over his back as he arched into my, his body responding instantly to my touch.

His hands clawed at the sheet, desiring to find the skin that was hidden underneath, but I kept out bodies up against one another, his pressure points throbbing hard against my own.

Then, just as I knew he'd given himself over to the feeling, I pushed him away from me.

"You're wrath is fucking hot." He groaned deliciously against me willing lips, his hands reaching for the sheet that I still held up around my body.

"I don't think so." I replied, smirking at his confused expression.

"Anger comes in many forms. Today, its abstinence." I replied, as my smirk grew wider.

"Cruel woman." He finally responded, his body still responding to my own.

"Down boy." I replied, pushing him away from me as I walked towards the bedroom. "I'm taking a shower… take the time to calm down." I yelled over my shoulder as he groaned.

Wrath was something I'd have to remember for the future.

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