author notes: once again, lots of thanks for all the reviews! this one is very short. and angsty. sorry. I promise the one I'm working on now is pretty fluffy.
timeline: none really. could be season three, or after Chosen.
diclaimer: characters aren't mine. I'm just playing with them. Title belongs to Just Surrender.
Our Work Of Art
You say that you need her. You say you've wanted her for so long. She says, please just shut the fuck up, and kisses you like she wants to suffocate you.
You tell her she's beautiful, and say her name in reverence, whisper it like she was a saint. She growls that you're fucking hot and calls you a bitch. A whore. Her slut.
You hold her face in your hands and kiss her softly, but she pulls your hair and bites your neck.
You look at her with adoration, and she won't even look at you.
You ask her to make love to you, as cliché as it sounds. She fucks you hard and fast.
She's going to ruin this. Stain it and taint it before it can ever be something good.
Because if it's already damaged, she has nothing to lose.