Back muscles tensed when he rushed behind her. Other than the pinching tightness in her shoulders, she did her best to behave as if she wasn’t afraid of him. Even though his behavior was unusual and she knew he could hear her heart pounding with that exact emotion. She didn’t move at the sensation of his face against her hair.
Veronica held the jacket closed with one hand, as she half-turned away from hi. She did jump when he appeared in front of her. A hitch in her step, a brief lift of her shoulders before she frowned at him. She looked him over quickly, smoke billowing from her mouth as she surveyed his cocksure posture and irritating grin.
Larger locks of hair had joined the others, pulling away from her face and hanging in lazy pinwheels near the crown of her head. The edges of her shirt didn’t fall properly, shifting and revealing the edges of the lacy bandeau she wore underneath as the gravity around Veronica reacted to him. It was not only the inclination of fear that had her powers going slightly array. He wasn’t wrong. He did look good, but she had tired of laying herself at his feet. Or his cock, rather. If he wanted something from her, he would have to work for it.
Or take it.
She was expecting the latter.
“Nope, this is a special kind of dick,” Veronica pointed out, finishing the cigarette and letting it fall just like the last. Another cloud of smoke. Stepping closer she reached out to poke a finger in the middle of his chest. She opened her mouth, but closed it. Words faltering on her tongue, unsure of what to say, beer making her brain feel fuzzy. She looked up at him and frowned as if that would communicate her jumble of thoughts.
This felt like a bad time for...whatever this was.
Lips parting, she gaped when he threw her words back at her. Cool with this he said as if he wasn’t being mean and extra.
She absolutely should not have taken his words as some kind of challenge but she was drunk and reckless and this felt like some sort of test to prove that he had been right this whole time and that he could scare her away from him. She stopped poking him and flattened her hand over his sternum.
“Fuck you, Michael,” she said with misplaced indignation as the hand on his chest balled into a fist, gripping his shirt. She ignored the blood on the fabric and on his mouth when she forced him to bend lower and kiss her.
Veronica held the jacket closed with one hand, as she half-turned away from hi. She did jump when he appeared in front of her. A hitch in her step, a brief lift of her shoulders before she frowned at him. She looked him over quickly, smoke billowing from her mouth as she surveyed his cocksure posture and irritating grin.
Larger locks of hair had joined the others, pulling away from her face and hanging in lazy pinwheels near the crown of her head. The edges of her shirt didn’t fall properly, shifting and revealing the edges of the lacy bandeau she wore underneath as the gravity around Veronica reacted to him. It was not only the inclination of fear that had her powers going slightly array. He wasn’t wrong. He did look good, but she had tired of laying herself at his feet. Or his cock, rather. If he wanted something from her, he would have to work for it.
Or take it.
She was expecting the latter.
“Nope, this is a special kind of dick,” Veronica pointed out, finishing the cigarette and letting it fall just like the last. Another cloud of smoke. Stepping closer she reached out to poke a finger in the middle of his chest. She opened her mouth, but closed it. Words faltering on her tongue, unsure of what to say, beer making her brain feel fuzzy. She looked up at him and frowned as if that would communicate her jumble of thoughts.
This felt like a bad time for...whatever this was.
Lips parting, she gaped when he threw her words back at her. Cool with this he said as if he wasn’t being mean and extra.
She absolutely should not have taken his words as some kind of challenge but she was drunk and reckless and this felt like some sort of test to prove that he had been right this whole time and that he could scare her away from him. She stopped poking him and flattened her hand over his sternum.
“Fuck you, Michael,” she said with misplaced indignation as the hand on his chest balled into a fist, gripping his shirt. She ignored the blood on the fabric and on his mouth when she forced him to bend lower and kiss her.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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