Post Series. Auggie had left to travel the word with Natasha, and Annie had dove head first into work. This is how they got back to where they belong. Pure Walkerson. A huge thank you to Cony, for editing it for me. :)
That was it, he snapped. In a swift move, he had her under him, his body pressing hers to the living room floor, her arms held above her head, and he kissed the daylights out of her.
Annie's head was swimming. One part of her wanted to fight, to break free. This was too much for her, too soon. But the memories kept coming, and she was powerless to go against her own body. She still struggled, to no avail, since Auggie was not only stronger than her, but he knew all her counter-moves, having trained her himself. She knew it was futile to try to break free, to try to fight him, fight her emotions. She was tired, and lonely, and not thinking straight after those shots of Patrón. So she just gave up, gave in.
The minute he noticed that Annie was kissing him back, matching his feelings, he softened the kiss, and let go of her arms. He expertly maneuvered their bodies so she would be on top of him. He was still kissing her, his hands moving all over her body, getting reacquainted after all those years apart. The past came rushing back, to both of them. Auggie wanted to take charge, to drown her in his feelings, but refrained to do so. He took the first step, he kissed her. The ball was in her court now. She could stop if she wanted. The thing was, she didn't want to. She needed to think to decide to stop, to decide that this was too much, and she didn't want to think right now. She wanted to feel. She had spent so much time not feeling anything, not wanting anything, denying her heart, that she wanted to do anything but stop. So she jumped. Head first. She started to lift his t-shirt, and this time, it was Auggie who tried to stop her.
They were going too fast, too soon. He knew he wanted her, and he knew she wanted him. Again, he was blind, not stupid. He could feel her body's reaction to him, the way she clung to him, the way she kissed him. But he didn't know what she wanted from him, from this. It was not fair, they could not gamble on their feelings again. So, cursing himself, he covered her hands with his, stilling her motions. Annie looked up, and assessed the situation. They were drunk. They were on the floor of Auggie's living room. She was straddling him. She could feel how much he wanted her, even with both their clothes on. They were both breathing hard, even breathless. Her lips were still tingling from his kiss, and in spite of all that, he was actually holding her hands to stop her from undressing him. Fuck.
He didn't want to do this. Oh God. What the fuck am I doing. She thought. He wants me, I can tell he wants me. So, if he's stopping me, stopping this, he must obviously not want to want me. Oh God.I have to get out of here.
In a matter of seconds, Annie panicked. All her feelings, all the guilt, all the hurt, it all came back at once. This was too much, this was a mistake, and she needed to get the hell out of dodge before she did something even more stupid like sleeping with him again. It was Hong Kong all over again. He touched her, and she lost all self-control.
She came up so quickly she almost knocked him down again. She didn't say anything. She just got up, grabbed her things and ran for the door. Auggie knew this was getting out of hand too quickly. He'd be damned if he let another person get out of his life like that again. He may have done nothing to stop Parker, but he sure as hell was not letting Annie do the same.
He needed to think. Quick. He knew that Annie would not give him half a second to explain himself. She probably assessed the situation and got to the wrong conclusion. And he had less than a second to change it, to rectify it. He needed to move fast if he wanted to salvage whatever was left between them.
That kiss said a lot about the situation. He knew that she still wanted him. She still had feelings for him. And she was not sure about them, or else, she would not have asked him to let her go. She would have just broken the kiss and put some distance between them, but she didn't. He knew that he needed to get through her barriers before doing anything else. She was still convinced that she couldn't have emotional connections. She was still running from her own feelings.
He didn't exactly know how, but he managed to get up and get to the door a second after Annie. He felt her open the door, and he closed it again. Twice. With little effort he managed to place himself between her and the door. She tried to go for the door handle again, and he slapped her hand away.
"Walker…" he warned her, when she tried the door handle again.
"Let me out." Annie said, her voice as cold as ice. He knew that tone. That 'do not mess with me' tone. She was all business now. Whatever she was feeling, she put it aside and let the deadly operative Walker talk.
"No." He said, thinking two can play that game. "I let you walk out of my life too many times without even trying to stop you. I did that before and I'm not gonna do that again." He said, his tone hard and commanding.
He felt her stiffen, and get angrier. She always had a problem following orders. "You had no problem stopping me less than a minute ago." She told him, a great dose of venom in her voice.
Were this the old west, this would definitely be a shoot-out. They were both trying to get the upper hand and subdue the other. They were both players, and they were both playing to win, and to give in to the other was the best way of losing this game of strength before it even began.
"Damn it, Annie" he said, "I'm serious. I'm not gonna let you walk out again. And I sure as hell am not going to fuck you in the middle of my living room, when we're both too drunk to decide we really want to do that." He roughly told her.
She tried to body check him, to move him away from the door. She was tired, and embarrassed, and she just wanted to go home. But of course he knew that move, and easily evaded her, rotating them and pinning her to the door, keeping her arms glued to her body.
"Well, either let me go, or make me stay here." She angrily told him. "Make up your mind, damn it. I say I should go, and you kiss me. When I kiss you back, you tell me I should go. And when I do try to go, you don't let me. Make. Up. Your. Damn. Mind."
He could tell she was hurt. He knew, he just knew she would get the wrong idea in her mind, and now she backed him into a corner. No matter what he did now, it would not end well. If he let her go, she would vanish again. Lose herself in work, and make up some lame excuse to why they shouldn't be together. And if he made a move, if he decided to kiss her, to sleep with her tonight, without really talking through their issues, it would be just one night, one mistake. And he wanted a lifetime with her. He really did. But he knew getting drunk and spending the night together was not going to fix anything.
"It's not like that, Annie" He tried to say. In a way, she was right. He needed to make up his mind. But as usual, she charged head first into a situation without thinking about the possible outcomes. She was never good with waiting around for something to happen, she makes it happen one way or the other, and she usually gets burned in between. Well, not this time. "I'm not after an 'all or nothing here', Annie" he tried to say, but Annie was past listening.
"Either kiss me, or take your hands off me, Anderson." Annie said, not really knowing which one she actually preferred right now. She thought she had it all under control until he kissed her. She knew coming to his house was a mistake. There's too many memories for her to be able to think straight. Well, she was past thinking anyway.
When he didn't immediately do one or the other, Annie tried to shove him. He easily blocked her, and pressed his body into hers, gluing her to the door. He immobilized her, and tried to clear his mind. He didn't want to fight her, but things were getting out of hand. The more he pinned her to the door to hold her still, the more she struggled. And the more she struggled, the more he wanted to just give the damn in and fuck her against the door, like a teenager. Get it together, Anderson. He willed himself, trying to focus on the situation and not the warm body beneath his.
"Will you just calm down" he gritted, on the verge of losing his carefully constructed control. "Damn it, Annie" he said, when she stopped struggling and whispered "Just make up your damn mind." He lost it. He couldn't bear to hear the distress in her voice. He knew he had pushed her too hard, too far. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, cause her any more pain.
So he did make up his mind, and he kissed the hell out of her. Again. He let go of her arms to fist one hand on her hair, to keep her still, and slid the other one over her arms, passed her hips, and over her buttocks, grabbing one of her legs. Annie took that as a sign to wrap her legs around his waist, and once more was pinned to the door, while Auggie balanced both their weights. She tried to get rid of his shirt again, and this time Auggie didn't stop her. His shirt was on the floor in a matter of seconds, her own following it shortly. He made quick work of her bra, while she went for his pants. He slid her to the floor to finish undressing her, and soon they were all over each other again.
He had no idea how they managed to get to his bed, but that's where he wake up. Alone. His body was sore, and bruised, and his head was killing him, after one long night of heavy drinking and frenzied sex. He got up, and tried to assess the situation. He quietly listened for any sounds that would confirm that Annie was still around, and found none. She was gone. They met, gotten drunk, fought and ended up in bed. And before he could tell her what this meant, how much it meant, she meant to him, she was gone. He sat down on his bed, a wave of nausea hitting him hard, and cursed.