Hello again everyone. I know I'm supposed to be revising, and I know that I wasn't going to update until after my exams were done. And I know I should get more sleep. But last night (and I mean the whole of last night from 10:30pm up until 5:20am and then (after a quick nap) 6:50am until about now. Rachy Babes and I finished this story line. I am now stupidly tired although it's not really showing yet but on the bright side you get updates :D
Now I know that the happenings of the next few chapters may seem a little dark but 1. It will get better 2. Her fiancé has disappeared (again) give her a break and 3. It really is ever so fun to write. Anyway, on to the next chapter.
THIS IS AN M RATED CHAPTER, just as a warning :)
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you'll always win
even when I'm right
And it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied
This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
hush baby, speak softly, tell me I'll be sorry
that you pushed me into the coffee table last night
so I can push you off me
try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
you hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
but together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counsellin'
this house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
with you I'm in my f-ckin' mind, without you, I'm out it
Love The Way You Lie part 2 – Rihanna and Eminem
Everyone was in bed. Fawks was in her room with John, Other Jack down the corridor with Ianto, Amy and Rory long asleep in their room and even the Doctor had turned in. But not matter how long Winter lay in her bed she knew she wouldn't get to sleep, because she had no reason to. There was no Jack to snuggle up next to, no crazy adventure to prepare for tomorrow. So instead she sat in the middle of their bed and stared at the dressing table. She was glad she'd sent her John to hunt down her Jack but, part of her wished that she had asked him to stay, just for that first night. To give her a reason not to let her mind wander, to talk to her, make silly comments, call her 'doll face' and generally care. Yet no matter how many times she wished this she was glad she had told him to go, the quicker he left the sooner he'd be back.
Feeling tired of the bedroom she got up and wandered the corridors, she passed by a school room, a laboratory and a walled garden but nothing took her fancy. Eventually she found herself in the console room and she stood at the edge of the bulbous structure. 'Am I supposed to carry on as always?' she asked the walls, 'Do I smile and joke and laugh and sing because I think he's coming back.' She sighed and shook her head, flicking a switch. 'it's like leaving him all over again. He's off somewhere in the universe and I'm stuck here waiting but… I don't want to wait. I'm so fed up of always having to wait for what I want. Why can't the world revolve around me for a day? Just one good day. A day where no one dies, where I don't get separated from Jack, when I don't have to make impossible decisions.' The machine stayed silent as she continued to flip buttons absentmindedly and finished off her soliloquy. 'Just one day where I'm allowed to be carefree again.'
It was one of the moments, like in the films, where you say something and expect some sort of answer in the form of a loud crash or someone appearing to answer you and let you in on some kind of secret of life. She waited…and nothing happened. The room remained silent, everyone was truly asleep and she was not about to be transported to the 'one good day' she craved so much. This was the real world no matter how fairy tale it seemed some times. Life sucked, life wasn't running around and coming back to the TARDIS for tea and biscuits. Life wasn't dancing around the console while the Doctor transported them too far off places where they waltzed in showed everyone up and saved the day. And life certainly didn't always have a happy end.
She wandered down the corridor and pushed open the door to Fawks and John's room, her breath caught for a moment, watching the two of them sleeping. A forgotten song swelled up in her chest and her voice wavered as she quietly sang, 'Life's not a song. Life isn't bliss, life is just this, it's living. You'll get along, the pain that you feel, you only can heal by living. You have to go on living. So one of us is living.' A rush of pain, anger, lust and loss flooded her mind and she struggled with an overwhelming urge for some kind of feeling, something, anything. Before she knew what she was doing she walked across the room and threw the covers back. Fawks jumped, a little groggy as Winter threw herself across her girlfriend and pressed their lips together. There was nothing loving about this kiss, it was almost painful in ferocity. Fawks pushed her back slightly and frowned up at her.
'No Win, not like this…not now. The way you're feeling…' Winter growled and tightened her grip on Fawks' arms.
'Don't…don't tell me how I'm feeling.' John shifted a little unsure at their side.
'Ah, maybe I should just leave you ladies …' Both looked over at him and frowned. 'Or not, I can stay, I'm all for staying, staying sounds good.' Fawks ignored him and turned back to the woman straddling her.
'Winter?' She questioned.
'Don't push me away,' Winter replied, 'not tonight.' Not waiting for an answer she leaned down and crashed her lips to the older woman's. Entwining one hand in her hair tightly whilst the other gripped her shoulder, fingernails digging into the heated skin. Fawks was somewhat reluctant kissing back, in her head she shouldn't be doing this. Winter wasn't herself, she wasn't thinking straight, Fawks opened her eyes to see Winter's purple ones staring back at her. Thousands of emotions ran through those eyes to quick for even Fawks to pick up. Fawks pulled back her forehead to Winters.
"Win..."
"Please Fawks." Winter said quietly, in the tone of voice she knew perfectly well drove Fawks' hormones insane. "I need this." Winter knew she was playing with Fawks' heartstrings, tugging them this way and that but in that moment in time she didn't care. The demon stared into the younger woman's eyes, trying to read what the girl she loved was feeling, Winter didn't give her enough time to think on it properly as Winter took the opportunity to claim Fawks' lips in a bruising kiss, Fawks moved her hand that wasn't on Winter's waist back ever so slightly. John knowing her well enough took it.
Fawks understood. How many times had she lost John? She knew how it felt...empty, like nothing else in the world mattered any more and you would never feel again. Winter needed her. And no matter that it wasn't clever or thought through she was at that girl's beck and call. Fawks squeezed John's hand lightly in hers and felt him squeeze back. He'd figured it out before she had, he hardly had the emotional barrier to the girl straddling his girlfriend's lap to think through. Fawks dragged John closer behind the two until she could feel the heat of him at her back. Fawks pulled back again, eyes still questioning, Winter simply dug her fingers into the demon's skin earning a mixed hiss of pain and pleasure. Fawks gave one last squeeze to John's hand before moving it to Winter's waist and pulling her closer to her moving her lips down from Winter's, moving down her jaw to her throat.
John had picked up the meaning of the last squeeze, harder than the others, a warning this time. Don't hurt her. But John looked over at the pair. Winter looked like she wanted to be hurt. He'd figured it out the moment she'd woken them, she just wanted to feel. John kissed his way up Fawks bare shoulder, him in only his boxers and Fawks in her usual lingerie left Winter the only one mostly dressed in a loose shirt and a pair of sweats. He kissed up the heated skin where he reached winter's fingers, digging into the flesh and leaving red crescents in Fawks' skin. He kissed up her hand and nipped hard at her knuckle, looking up into the younger woman's face, she opened her eyes and met John's as a small moan made it from Winter's throat from Fawks' lips teeth and tongue moving across her neck, Winter shifted her hand from Fawks' shoulder and brought it to John's face, grabbing his chin none to lightly and dragging his lips to hers. John didn't ask for a way in he merely expected it. Lips moving feverishly against Winter's in a mesh of teeth and tongue exploring her mouth with his as Fawks left angry red marks all across Winter's neck, each one would bring a jolt from the girl and an appreciative moan. Fawks let her fingers trail up the back of Winter's shirt, trailing along the flat plane of her back and letting her fingernails drag up the skin almost certain to leave light marks in the morning.
John had moved his hands now, one lightly on Fawks' hip, holding her steady, for his girlfriend a soft comfort but his other hand just past Fawks gripping tightly onto Winter. Their tongues still battling and twisting, neither willing to give up.
John growled ever so slightly into the kiss as Winter twisted both her hands now into John's hair, tugging at the roots as she pulled him closer.
Fawks shifted her position breaking the kiss between the two as she twisted so that Winter was now lay back against the bed, Fawks hovering just above her with legs intertwined and John to their sides.
Lust had wholly taken over now between the three of them and it burned brightly and raw as Fawks tore open Winter's shirt. Buttons ripped from the seams as the demon set about kissing nipping sucking biting every bit of newly exposed skin. John claimed Winter's lips once more as his hands followed the path Fawks' lips and teeth made, teasing and taunting, scratching the already bitten skin.
The snap of Fawks' teeth around the fabric of Winter's bra was lost somewhere in the gasps and moans that littered the room. What was heard was Winter's welsh cuss as she broke her piercing kiss with John as Fawks' tongue and teeth attacked Winter's exposed chest, John's hand moving down to the neglected one as the two brought Winter closer to the edge. Fawks moved her lips lower, letting her razor sharp teeth leave scratches down Winter's torso, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to get a gargled noise of pleasure from her girlfriend and enough to leave a mark. Winter twisted her head so her lips could trail along the column of John's throat and he gave a low moan as she bit hard over his pulse point.
Winter lifted her hips lightly as she felt Fawks' over heated hands on her waist dragging down the hem of the trousers along with Winter's panties simultaneously, allowing her nails to easily scrape down her outer thighs earning yet another hiss from Winter. John had met the younger girl's swollen lips with another hungry kiss when she cried out in pleasure, the hand in his hair pulling tighter and he could feel hairs ripping now whilst Winter's over hand which was exploring down John's chest stopped momentarily and she dug her nails into the taught muscles on his stomach.
Fawks let her tongue, lips and teeth work Winter over the way she knew how, biting ever so slightly harder, touching and teasing every nerve she knew the younger woman had pushing her closer and closer into the oblivion and then she stopped. Winter let out a low noise of frustration. And Fawks couldn't bite back the smirk on her face as she left softer bites along Winter's abdomen. Fawks met John's eyes once more and the two had no need to speak, as John backed off from Winter as Fawks pulled her to straddle the demon again, Fawks met the younger woman's lips with just as much fire as Winter put forward, as Fawks pulled back ever so slightly Winter caught the older woman's bottom lip in hers and bit, a little bit too hard, Fawks let out a gasp of pain or pleasure she wasn't sure, as she let her tongue run across the blood that welled at her lip, the cut too small for her body to heal over as John pressed himself close behind Winter, his hands grazing up her ribs to her chest as he leaned over her shoulder and met Fawks' lips, sucking the cut lip into his mouth and letting his tongue glide over it softly, Fawks smiled into his kiss as she shifted Winter higher up her lap, moving her hand down between her and Winter's body she let out a low cuss in an alien language as she felt John's hips, boxers long ago discarded, thrust up to meet hers. She temporarily let her eyes roll back before she moved forwards, her lips seeking out Winter's breasts as the younger woman let out a low long moan as she bucked her hips between the two rogues, rocking in time with Fawks' hand.
Winter turned her head to meet the lovers kiss and the three kissed in a mix of love and lust and passion and desire.
Fawks broke away as she set about marking her girl again as Winter met John's lips in a fervour, as their breath slowly but surely got more ragged, movements between the three more desperate faster, more heated.
Winter was the first to loose it, overwhelmed by the sensations, trapped between the two criminals pressed into hard warm bodies as Fawks' hand twisted inside and pressed against all the nerves she had. Letting her head roll back onto John's shoulder she let out a hoarse yell and arched her back forward as John attacked her shoulders and throat as Fawks littered soft kisses along her collarbone, Fawks and John came within seconds of each other, Fawks tipping into oblivion after seeing winter unravel, moaning loudly with a low hiss of "fuck" she leant forward and bit into the nearest thing. That being the soft skin between Winter's neck and shoulder blade, biting too hard as John yelled out as Fawks' body tightened in her orgasm and brought him to his max. Fawks looked up at the taste of blood in her mouth, and not her own. She blinked in shock at the perfect outline of her mouth on Winter's skin. Eight little puncture marks where her demon teeth had pierced the skin. Fawks frowned, upset at herself as John untangled himself from them, as Fawks lay backwards, too tired to hold them up. She kept Winter lay on top of her as she let her tongue softly lap across the puncture marks. The frown staying place on her face despite Winter's soft hand running through her hair. The younger girl looked to exhausted to do anything so Fawks rolled her to the side as she kept herself tangled with Winter and John came forward and left his arm protectively over Winter's waist.
Fawks was last to fall asleep, her gaze lingered over John and then to Winter. The various marks made by her and John scattered over her body.
"Win..." Fawks sighed softly, brushing back a strand of blue hair. For a minute she was angry at the girl in front of her.
"You should have just let me go." Fawks sighed, "Would have saved you a lot of pain." She left a soft kiss on John's hand and Winter's head before settling down to sleep. Praying to whatever deity was out there,
Let him come back. She deserves a happy ending. More than anyone I know
Oh Dear Nemo what are you doing *shakes head sadly* anyway. As usual reviews are greatly appreciated. :)