Second chapter ^^ Okay, this chapter delves into a sex scene - so I'll be posting a separate one-shot (for now) named 'A Fine Frenzy' for all the just slightly too-graphic sex that I can't write here. It's not that graphic, trust me, because I'm incapable of smutting. But yes, this chapter is shorter because I had to cut that out.
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Junior Year - As If
She's sitting in the cafeteria with Harley and Ivy, ankles crossed under her chair, animated in conversation. The image of blithe teenage innocence - just three girlfriends enjoying their lunch. If you ignored the fact that Ivy was making arugula dance in her salad, or the faintest outline of a stiletto knife strapped to the outside of Selina's thigh. You know, just normal goings-on at Gotham High. Jonathan sits with Edward, Jervis and their assorted cronies at a table across the room from where the three femme fatales have claimed their spot near the center of the room. He prods at the lump of meat the school dares call food on his plate, his face an impassive glower among the laughing camaraderie around him.
It's been a year since the incident, and still Selina refuses to regard him with anything more than a barely contained hatred. His almost skeletal hand curls in a fist, eyes snapping like a crow's beady gaze at the girl sitting beside the glowing, effervescent blonde. Her hair's grown out of its boyish cut now, and curls at her collar - drawing attention to the long, smooth column of her neck as she throws her head back in a laugh… He wants that throat under the tight grasp of his hand; squeezing, squeezing, squeezing the breath out of her.
Edward nudges his friend, and the moment is gone. He snaps his icy glare back to his long-time friend. Edward's lip is curled in a knowing smile that Jon wants to gas off of his face. Let him try smiling like that when he's screaming. Never mind. Jonathan is deftly inserted back into conversation with one last dark gaze at the infernal creature fluttering her pretty lashes across the room.
Selina chokes down another bite of macaroni on her plate, poking with a wrinkle of her nose at the gluey mess. Disgusting as always. It's better than nothing, she supposes. "He's looking again," Ivy snapped, gesturing with her chin at the left side of the bustling cafeteria. "Who? Harvey wonderin' when ya gonna suck him again?" Harley tittered crudely with a shark-like grin. Girl talk. How fun. Selina paid no attention to her two girlfriends' chatter. She worried more about how she was going to get paid that night, who'd she have to sleep with to get enough to pay for her next meal, when she'd get permission to visit Maggie again…
"No, but Jonny-boy's at it again." Ivy's strident voice, vibrant with distaste, brought Selina back. She cast her spindly tormentor a curious emerald look under a curtain of hair. A huff of disgust left her lips. "What problem does he have?" was her reply. Ivy curved red lips in a smirk, winking roguishly at her brunette friend. "Do you guys have a thing or something? There's certainly a hell of a lot of sexual tension every time you talk. There's practically lightning in the air." Harley giggles. "Ya sleepin' with the 'Crow? He's so boney… Don't think he'd be satisfying in bed…" Selina's eyes widened comically, and she tilted her head back to join her friends in sarcastic laughter. She felt a burning blue gaze rake down her exposed skin, but she didn't care.
"God no." Selina snorted daintily. "I'd sooner sleep with an actual scarecrow-" The rest of her sentence was buried in raucous laughter and the screeching of chair legs on linoleum as the bell rang for class to begin again. Sleep with him? As if.
Hot, heavy breathing intermingled in the air of the bedroom as hands wandered with frantic need. All Selina could hear was the sandpaper rough exhales coming from Jonathan's mouth, feel the pads of his fingers scrabbling with the zip to her dress. His touch was searing acid on her skin as she breathed ecstasy into the nape of his neck. How had they ended up here, in a deserted bedroom of some preppy chick's mansion?
She remembered having spotted Jon's distinctive figure across the room at the party, rolling her eyes in distaste and downing another shot of straight vodka… But she didn't remember having wandered all the way into a bedroom with his fumbling fingers raking at her thighs, her fingers twisted firmly in his hair.
But oh, she didn't care. The little monster in her chest practically screamed for her to intertwine every inch of her skin with Jonathan's, have him all around her, in her - with her. Would it hurt just this once to comply? They were both teenagers searching for someone to scratch that itch in their lust-ridden bodies. Everyone at Gotham High hitched up together at some time or another. Selina wasn't sure purity even existed anymore. Certainly not for people like them.
Jon had given up on untangling the mess that was lacing and buttons and zippers on her dress, and had simply tore apart the side panel. Selina bit his lip hard in reprimand - she'd actually liked that dress. In the slash of moonlight that lit the room, Jonathan's eyes glowed with an almost ethereal silvery blue with nervousness and lust all at once. He could probably count the times he'd had sex on one hand. Selina definitely couldn't do the same - even with all her fingers and toes. She was a goddamn whore, after all.
They were entangled on the mattress now, a mess of limbs and hands going everywhere. Selina dragged herself up against the headboard, stripping herself of the remainder of her blue dress, throwing it onto the floor, eyes locking with Jonathan's in a heated clash.
She'd never seen a man's jaw drop like that. Jonathan's eyes had darkened to an almost black, widening, his gaze intensifying as he sat there at the foot of the bed. He said something in a raspy whisper she couldn't quite catch, and then he crawled up to her, fingers like claws on her calves and thighs.
Oh. Selina couldn't begrudge the fact that Jonathan was better in bed than she'd expected. They tumbled headlong off a cliff of mad pleasure and i-hate-you's, promising in between sharp bites and sucks on necks that this changed nothing. It was a war zone of an aftermath as they lay there in someone's room, a mess of tangled sheets and limbs. The rhythm of a pounding headboard and squeals that belonged to Harley and Jack from the next room over was enough to send both Jon and Selina scrambling out of bed and back into their own clothes. Jon raked a hand through his hair, turning away in a belated sense of politeness as he tugged his pants back on. When he turned back around, he was alone with the bed and the strewn apart sheets; the window open and the curtains blowing in the breeze.
She wore a scarf the next day to hide the bruises. He wore a dress shirt to hide the scratches. Neither spoke of the incident.
Reviews would be much appreciated - and if you want the slightly more detailed (not full out smut) version of this that I will admit I'm actually proud of - you can find it as 'A Fine Frenzy' in my profile. Thanks for sticking with this!
