So I wrote this little thing some time ago, it's not porn but it hasn't got plot either so I don't know, maybe someone else enjoys Pre-Presequel Jack and Moxxi fighting as much as I do?
"What would they do if they knew, huh?", the dimmed light made his facial features look even sharper than they usually do. She had barely seen him like this and, honestly, he scared her.
She could handle his impulsiveness and his anger, it was damn hot at times. But this.... She wasn't sure how dangerous he was at the moment. Trying hard to keep her distance as usual in fights she just took a step back, not answering his question.
"If they knew their badass, sadistic slut crawls for a man like me? For a Hyperion Jackass?"
Moxxi took another step back and felt a piece of wooden furniture behind her, probably the closet.
"I don't crawl for you, asshole", she hissed, trying not to let him know how damn well he hurt her. Again. Deep down he had to be empathic because somehow he always knew how to get through to her, how to get her angry using just a few words. But so did she and she wouldn't let him get off easy this time.
Jack took one big step towards her and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her against the closet. She was used to that, in a sexual and a violent way, and she knew that he knew when to stop. So she just stared back at him, emotionless.
"Yes you do. I am the best man you ever fucked on this godforsaken planet and you know that!"
He wasn't. He was Top 10, on good days. But he was interesting, out of bed, that's why she kept him at first. Now she was.... Just not able to break up with him.
She had to admit to herself she... Was scared. Scared of what he would do, to her, to himself, to her future lovers... And in this moment when he strangulated her, back against the closet until she almost blacked out, she hated herself but she hated him even more. The strong woman she was, and she had proven that a lot in the past, she still couldn't set this to an end and she did not know for how long she could believe her own "its the best for both of us."
Jack loosened his grip and she collapsed on the floor in front of him, hitting her knees and wrists on the cold hard ground while she was gasping for air.
"Just look at you, acting all confident and stuff but deep down, beneath that weird clown... disguise and all the sex appeal you are just a lonely girl that begs to be loved and appreciated, aren't you?“
He got down to mock her even more, but that wasn't what upset her. His words weren't true, she wasn't desperate for his love. God knows she'd love to get rid of it. It was his stupid holier than thou attitude he wore in moments like this. He had an enormous ego, sometimes Moxxi feared she couldn't fit her own in a room with it, but this was different. He acted all condescending and distant, treated her like she was nothing but a toy one could throw away after use.
Moxxi lifted her chin up to face him, fully aware that she was about to cry, but that shouldn't stop her. Jack caused emotions in her and she wasn't afraid to show it, since she actually had to fake a lot for former relationships.
"You are an egocentric bastard! Treating the people who like you like THIS will never get you anywhere, Sugar", she spit the nickname in his face, as the insult it was to him.
'That's what you call everyone in your bar, I am worth a special name.'
She flinched when his hand touched her cheek, his thumb smudging her makeup while stopping a tear on its way down to her chin. His Hands were so soft, most of the time she used it to call him a sissy for not being as rough as the people living on Pandora but in this moment it really made her lose her mind.
She sobbed and bit her lip while Jack was just sitting there smudging her makeup instead of apologizing.
"Has anyone ever told you you look beauti-", she interrupted him midsentence and pulled away from his hand.
"You sick son of a bitch!", she got up, realizing her left knee hurt more than it should and that dramatically leaving the room wasn't an option, "Just shut up, Jack."
"Or what? Will you make me?", he had his sexual humor back, the scary aggression was gone but she knew the game too well and she didn't feel like angry dominance play right now. She felt like kicking him out of the window, witnessing how his body kissed the ground six floors below, but she wouldn't do that. Even though she should. Noone would miss him, really, and that was kind of sad. Not that she pitied him,he brought this on himself but still, kind of sad.
She picked up her hat from the table and without looking at him she said dryly.
And then she left, just like that. Felt the stale pandorian air on her face, heared some fighting noise nearby and couldn't cut out the scent of rotten.... Everything.
A smile flitted across her face.
This planet threw itself at her feet and no Hyperion Jackass would take that from her.
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