...i don't recognize myself
(anyway am i having fun? yes. am I mortified? also yes. am I gonna quit before I finish these? trying my damndest not to)
More of my A Simple Favor AU. I remain Very Intrigued by this Neil and Eva. didn't realize it'd be so fun writing them as this kind of trashfire hoooooo


"I know where you were today," he said when she walked in the door.

She strode past him into the open kitchen and set about making a martini, noticing the empty glass and the makings already set out. "Want another?"

"I know who you were with. Saw you in the park."

"Stalking me again." She huffed, shaking the mixer violently. "You need a new fucking hobby."

"What in the world does Roxanne Winters have that fascinates you, anyway?"

She poured two glasses, downed hers in one breath, poured another one. "Naivete." As she walked over to him, a glass in each hand, she made sure to put extra sway into her hips. "She's earnest. A goddamn goody two-shoes. I'm just wondering how long it'll take for that to crumble." She perched on the arm of the sectional next to him and took another sip.

"You're lying," he said, and gulped down his glass.

"If you say so."

He almost made her choke on the martini when he said, "So have you fucked her yet?"

Instead she downed it carefully, set the glass aside, and replied, "Metaphorically, or...?"

She stifled a gasp when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto the sectional next to him. "I am sick of your games," he hissed, anger palpable behind his glasses.

"You don't say," she said, nudging his crotch with her foot. "Seems like you're a little worked up. Maybe you want me to fuck her. Maybe you're-"

He slapped her.

Oh. This was new. The hit stung, literally turned her head, but when she turned back and saw his hand it was shaking.

"Eva," he began, "I, I didn't-"

She grabbed his tie and pulled him down. "Don't. Keep going."

He exhaled over her lips. "Are you sure?"

Her cheek throbbed with warm pain; she let that warmth roll down through her stomach, to her crotch. So instead of yes, she kissed him, biting his lip a little too hard.

"You're a piece of work," he breathed, shoving a hand between their bodies for his fly. "So fucking needy you wanna fuck someone the second they give you any attention, huh?"

"She'd be sweeter than you," she said, arching her chest against his, wriggling her hips and her hands until her panties were out of the way. "The way I fuck, she'd be undone in seconds. I'd wreck her."

He pushed into her so roughly, so completely, that an animal noise burst from her. When he put a hand to her throat, she wrapped her legs around his lower back.

Who needed drugs when she had him?

"Shut up," he said, hand pressing, hips setting a punishing pace. "You'd swallow for her like you do for me, wouldn't you, you greedy girl. And you'd come home to me so fucking ravenous because you don't know how to stop."

"You love it. You love me. You keep an eye on me because you're too chickenshit to go after someone else yourself. It gets you off."

A half-growl, half-moan, and finally there was some pressure on her throat. He was pulsing in her; his whole body weight was on her, the heat and pressure teasing her clit. She was running out of oxygen and didn't want to breathe and he was pounding her and jesus fucking christ-

Her orgasm was so sudden and so sharp her vison went white. The rush of air into her lungs and the loud "Oh, fuck" Neil couldn't hold back spiked it even higher. He didn't stop fucking her.

"That's right, come on," he said, with a broken moan, "let me fill you up like the cumslut you are, babygirl. Oh, oh, g-god...!"

She loved how she could wreck him, no matter how hard he tried not to break.

When he was done, he didn't pull out right away. He stayed still, getting his breath back, his face turned away from her.

Cautiously, she put her hands on his back. "You do know you chose the worst possible way to make me do what you want."

He made a noncommittal noise, then eased out and stood up. "Maybe we need a few more rounds before it sticks."

She lay there and watched him walk away to the kitchen. Closed her eyes and listened to him make another drink. He came back for her glass, too. His footsteps came close, and she thought she felt his hand brush her knee.

Her neck was still warm with his handprint. She touched the skin with her fingertips, smiling, and wondered how the bruises would turn out.