#ask-scourge

[vinjaryou]

movie night

The popcorn bowl had been set on the coffee table a few minutes earlier, after the second time kernels had been flung into the air. Two already empty beer bottles were beside it, two additional ones of varying amounts still there as well. He didn’t notice the slight weight on his shoulder at first, as he was still awake and watching the film intently; it’d been a while since he’d seen it, after all.

It was when he heard a quiet sigh that he glanced over, suddenly realizing how close she was to him. Her head rested on his shoulder, and as he watched, she nuzzled him lightly, shifting in her seat. He blinked at first, damning the warmth in his face, and turned back to the movie, leaning forward enough to get another handful of popcorn, but not moving her from her spot. Not that it mattered, as she snuggled closer when he sat back again. Whether by instinct or not, his free arm went over the back of the couch, hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

More than halfway through the movie. The kids were in the hospital, and he knew what was about to happen. Rolling his eyes, he went to get another bit of popcorn when she stirred again, and he froze. This time though, it was only to turn her face out a bit, her cheek resting on his shoulder, as she let out a soft sigh.

She looked…cute.

Reaching over, he cradled her cheek in his hand, leaning down to drop a soft kiss on her lips. It was only when he drew back – slowly – that he realized what he’d done, felt his face warm up even more, and he turned back to the movie, grateful that the action had started up again. Distraction. Just what he needed.

The last thing he’d expected during the bloody scene was a drowsy giggle in his ear.

“Did you…seriously try to steal a kiss…during this movie?” she asked, her voice breathy, evident that she’d just woken up again. He chuckled, hoping the lights were still dimmed enough for her not to notice his blush.

Not that it mattered. The couch shifted as she sat up, a hand running along his cheek, turning his face to hers. A soft smile, and then her lips pressed against his, her kiss just as gentle as his had been. A playful nip at his lip before she drew back, and she slid her arm across his chest, head returning to his shoulder as she snuggled into him. “Wake me…when it’s over…?”

“Sure.” Motherfuckin’ blushing.

His arm went back around her shoulders, holding her close, thumb running lightly along the sleeve of her nightshirt as he rested his cheek atop her head, watching the carnage on the television screen.

[vinjaryou]

in the club

“Mmnh…I…”

His mouth was back, nipping at her lower lip, then covering her own, swallowing up whatever else she might’ve said.

The deep bass of the club music still thudded loudly, muffled only by the fact that they were outside. They’d gone out to get privacy, not caring that it was an alleyway, their only concern being their desire for each other at that very moment in time.

Being at the club had been his idea, though he hadn’t struck her as the type. It wasn’t the usual sort of club – there had still been the usual lights and fog machines, and the bar was stocked to the brim – but the clientele had been rough. Before he’d shown up, she’d been asked to the floor by a couple of guys that she’d expect to run into back in prison, and only after finally giving in to one of them had she found him.

Or rather, he’d found her and taken her back. Just slipped his arm around her waist from behind, a soft chuckle in her ear that’d made her entire body flush, his fingertips stroking the ties running up the side of her dress.

That had been his request, too.

She’d had to admit, he was a damn good dancer, and though he’d been asked away from her, he’d refused any other partners. He’d been asked by men and women alike, but no. He was hers. She was his.

They’d gone to what they thought was a secluded area in the club, but people watched, and of course, one never knew just who was in a place like this. The last thing they needed was to be busted by an undercover. The door had been found, and they’d slipped out, turning right to the wall and starting up where they’d left off.

Which meant now their mouths were busy, tongues teasing the other’s, his hands on her waist, fingers dancing along the hem of her tiny dress. She’d already grabbed his shirt and torn it open, her own hands running down his chest, stroking his scars, before grabbing the collar of his jacket to hold him to her.

His hands were under her dress.

“Y…you wearin’ any…?”

“Jusssssst…fuckin’ rip them. You’ll…you’ll owe me…”

The sound of ripping fabric was delicious, though not nearly as much as the touch of his hands on her. The useless panties were dropped on the ground. Her hands fell to his waist, practically tearing off the ties to his pants, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders when he lifted her up, legs sliding around his waist.

The music thudded through her body.

Their kiss was broken long enough for her to let out a breathless gasp, her eyes wide and face flushed. Her hands gripped his shoulders almost as tightly as his hands held her hips. Their gazes met for a second before their kiss resumed, hungrier than ever, ignoring the sound of the door beside them.

The patron had come out for a smoke, but turned around and went back inside upon seeing the commotion.

Her body quivered, lips gasping when his moved down to abuse her neck. A soft, surprisingly girlish laugh when he nuzzled her cleavage, licking at a trickle of sweat, and then his mouth was back on hers, tongue delving inside to find her own.

A violent shiver ran up her spine.

“I…b…babe, I…”

“Scream it.”

“Ffffuck….”

He leaned up, biting at her ear before suckling it gently. She felt him shudder even as she purred, knew it wasn’t long for either of them. His voice was breathless, husky. “S…scream, babe.  S-scream it. Scream my fuckin’ name.”

She screamed it into the night sky with her climax; he’d growled hers into her ear with his own.

The music played on.

[vinjaryou]

take me down

(this song has saved my life. no joke.)

It had begun with the usual bout of teasing – this time, he’d nearly choked on an ice cube in his drink, so she’d put a lid with a spout on the glass, essentially giving him a sippy cup. Somehow, this had elevated, and now they were on her bed – he’d carried her over his shoulder and tossed her onto it – with her above him, mouths busy exploring the other’s.

Usually when he was in a situation like this, his mind was pretty much blank. No need to let your brain think when the body’s just fine with what’s going on, after all. This time was different. The motions were still effortless – if anything, they were more lusting – but his mind was whirling about.

It was when their desperate, teasing make out session had taken a faint break to let them both breathe, when she gazed over him, that it crossed his mind. The look in her eyes hadn’t been simple lust – there was more in it. But then again, there was probably more in his when he looked over her in turn, the way he chose to hold her, stroking her face gently instead of threading his fingers in her quills to pull her back down. Not that that never happened, but the quiet, the emotion in the moment, was far different.

If she’d said it…what would he say?

He hadn’t even said it to his last girlfriend – he’d had to write it, in some cheesy poem, and even that had been difficult enough. What made it worse was the knowledge that she’d left merely a couple weeks later. Sure, she said she’d gone to meet with the gang she’d used to break him out of prison, but who was to say that was the truth? And usually when she did go, she’d say something. This time…not a word.

Lips collided. Her hand drifted down, stroking his chest, fingering his scars. His own dropped down to her lower back, gripping her jacket, holding her to him.

She’d cared for him, gone to break him out of a mad scientist’s lab, which could’ve killed her in turn, and no one would’ve known. She’d taken him to her place, when others would’ve ignored his pleas and just dropped him at a hospital – and depending on the Zone, a hospital stop meant prison was next. And though their flirting had been nothing but sarcastic at first, it had grown into honest attraction – at least on his part.

If her gaze at him had been anything to go by, she felt the same way.

The kiss broke, slowly, still stealing smaller ones, damning the need to breathe for the moment. Even when she finally pulled back, smiling down at him – an actual smile, no smirking anymore – he could still taste her.

He wanted her. Wanted to hear her voice crying his name, wanted her writhing under him in ecstasy, wanted her in his arms amid tangled sheets and breathless gasps.

An arm wrapped around her shoulders as he leaned up, starting their kiss up right where it left off as he rolled them over, a leg slipping easily between her knees, smiling faintly at her squeal of surprise.

He wanted her forever.

He…

The kiss broke for a second, their panting breaths warm on the other’s lips. He blinked, and then gave her the usual smirk as he sat back on his knees. His jacket was cast aside, and he leaned back down, burying his face in her neck, listening to her voice – soft moans in between girlish giggling – as one of her legs wrapped around his hips.

He couldn’t say it. Not yet. He didn’t want to ruin what they had, but he knew it was true.

He…loved her.

[vinjaryou]

walk-in visit

Cursing under his breath, he rubbed his forehead, a pounding headache already beginning to form. His eye twitched painfully, and he walked into the bathroom, spitting into the sink. There was still a tinge of blood in the saliva, but he hadn’t lost any teeth, nor bitten his tongue (thankfully). If anything, his arms were sore – especially the left, and after it’d finally healed up entirely, son of a bitch – and there were some slight abrasions on his chest from being thrown to the ground.

“Fucking little brat,” he muttered, yanking the medicine cabinet open. His eyes narrowed, scouring over the bottle labels, looking for painkillers. Just how many fucking bottles—

“Most people at least say something when they’re coming by.”

He twitched, peering toward the entrance; she was leaning against the doorframe, eyeridge arched, smirk on her lips. Her eyes looked over him slowly, clicking her tongue. “Should I even bother asking?”

He narrowed his eyes, turning back to the medicine cabinet. “That telekinetic brat doesn’t know how to throw his own punches.”

“Why’d you get into a fight with him?” Her voice was in his ear; his cheeks flushed, and he silently swore at the blush, trying to will it away when she plucked a bottle of aspirin easily from the third shelf. “This what you’re looking for?”

“Tch.” Snatching it out of her hands, he unscrewed the cap and shook three pills out. Rather than get a glass of water, he dry-swallowed them, face contorting for a second at the taste. “He didn’t like the fact that I called him out on being a pussy.”

She laughed, stepping back, though not before reaching over to trace along the scrapes on his body. Her smirk widened when he shuddered, and she caught his hand in hers, pulling him to the bed. “C’mon now – let’s get you all bandaged up.”

“You gonna throw on your uniform?”

“You wish~” was the coy response. “This is a walk-in visit. You take what you can get, hon.” Pushing him onto the bed, she turned on her heel to get the first-aid kit, giggling under her breath when she glanced over her shoulder. He was already sitting up, brow furrowed – most likely cussing himself out, since the pink in his cheeks was pretty noticeable.

She returned in a minute, already rummaging through the kit. It was set down beside him while she remained standing, shaking up a can of first aid spray. A glance up at him, and then the ointment was sprayed onto the abrasions, a faint hint of a smirk returning when he hissed. The spray was capped, switched out for bandages, and they were wrapped around his chest. A surprisingly gentle pat – his heart was beating just a bit faster, she’d felt it – and then it was the faint facial injuries.

It looked like he’d managed to stifle the brunt of the few punches, but there was still a nice cut underneath an eye. She reached for the bottle again, but then traded it for a small bandage. “People have a thing for hitting your face, don’t they?”

“They don’t like hearin’ what I gotta say,” he grumbled, meeting her gaze with an inquisitive one of his own. “What?”

She shook her head, hands resting gently on each side of his head. Leaning down, she kissed the cut, and then placed the bandage over it. “There. You’re almost good as new.” A quick wink, and she turned to shut the kit and return it.

She would’ve, anyway, if he hadn’t grabbed the collar of her own jacket.

She found herself in his lap, eyes wide, arms draped over his shoulders, her own face warm. His smirk was back, though she noticed for just a split-second. That was all the time she had before he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. His hand slipped down and into her jacket, fondling her, before sliding down to rest on her hip, holding her to him.

A flustered shiver at the should’ve-been-expected grope; pulling away from the kiss with a breathless gasp, she tried to glare at him. “You’re such a fucking pervert.”

“Says the one who said ‘take what you can get.’”

[vinjaryou]

started out with nearly choking on an ice cube, so the booze was put in a sippy cup as a joke.

we're leaving off with them on the bed, her straddling him and pinning his arms above his head after he carried her into the room over his shoulder and tossed her on said bed.

TOTALLY NOTHING LOVEY-DOVEY GOING ON.

SO TOTALLY TSUN-TSUN.

[vinjaryou]

missing you

The warp ring shone too brightly to make out any details in the room; when it died down and shrunk, he held a hand out. It dropped in the palm of his hand, and he slipped it back into an inner jacket pocket, a faint smile at his surroundings. He’d bypassed the door and stepped right into the living room, and for a moment, it almost looked as if he’d never left the place.

It had been a week.

The television was on, but the sound was so soft it might as well have been mute. An open beer bottle sat on the coffee table, another empty one beside it, and in the middle was a bowl of half-eaten popcorn. He stepped up behind the couch, chuckling under his breath as he gazed down.

She was passed out on the couch, her blanket pulled haphazardly over her body. The usual long white t-shirt was on, but her movements had worked the shirt up to her hips, revealing a hint of her panties. An arm was slumped over her head, resting on the couch arm, her cheek resting on her bicep. As he watched, she let out a soft sigh, brow furrowing for a second.

He’d missed her.

Circling the couch, he sat down at the opposite end, picking her feet up so that her legs lay across his knees. He leaned forward, picking up the half-empty beer bottle – it was still chilled – and took a healthy swig, walking the fingers of his free hand lazily up her leg, his smirk widening at her drowsy flinching.

She swatted at his hand when his fingers reached her thigh. He continued on, up until he reached the hem of her nightshirt; when she swatted at him again, he caught her hand in his. The bottle was set on the coffee table, and he sat back in time to see her eyes open, slowly at first. She yawned, turning to look at him.

She really did look cute when she blushed.

Her eyes widened, suddenly damp. He just sat there, watching her search for words, her mouth opening and closing without a sound. She finally yanked her hand back, but it was only so she could throw her arms around his shoulders, mouth covering his in a desperate kiss. Her fingers clenched his jacket, holding him against her, not caring that her cheeks were wet with tears she’d kept dammed up all this time.

His arms slipped easily around her body, tongue slipping between her lips to deepen their kiss, a shiver racing up his spine. They broke the kiss at the same time, but remained close, in the other’s arms, breath coming in gasps, warming each other’s lips.

She spoke first.

“It…it took you long enough, asshole,” she murmured, her fingers relaxing. One trailed its way down his neck, smiling at his subtle purr. It was soon followed by one of her own, one of his hands having found and stroked the base of her tail.

“Heh. Told you you’d miss me.” A turn to kiss her cheek, tasting her tears, but saying nothing about them. “So…do we pick up where we left off?”

She glanced up with a coy smile, hands at the collar of his jacket, pulling him to meet her kiss as she lay back on the couch.

Goddamn, he’d missed her.

[vinjaryou]

if you leave

(inspired by this, and apparently this, since scourgette and i have a hivemind ♥)

Rustling in the bedroom was the first thing she heard walking into the apartment. An eyeridge arched in curiosity, she pushed the door open, and then leaned against the frame, a partial smirk on her lips. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

He peered over his shoulder, pulling his jacket on. A sigh of relief, and then he picked his shades up from the nightstand. They were flicked open singlehandedly, and he slipped them on, a soft chuckle under his breath before sliding them up to rest on his forehead. “What’s it look like, babe? I’m takin’ off.”

“Wh…” The word faded into the air, eyes wide and blinking. In front of her, he sat on the bed, pulling his boots back on, and she found herself lowering her eyes, anxiously biting at her lip. Okay, so she had been expecting this for some time, but that was just it – she didn’t think it would be so soon.

And just as he’d insisted and she’d denied so vehemently before…she was going to miss him.

She—

He snapped his fingers in front of her face. A blink and a girlish gasp - she cursed herself for the flush she felt on her cheeks – when his eyes met her own. “You gonna be okay here on your own?”

She caught herself from saying what first came to mind, and instead growled despite her own smirk mirroring his. “I’ve lived without you before – I think I can do it again.”

“Yeah, all right.” A hand reached up, ruffling her quills, then walked by, heading for the front door. She grumbled under her breath, blinking quickly, trying to control her footsteps so that she wasn’t following him so closely behind.

Not that it was easy for him, either. He’d gotten so used to being there, being in her company, that it was actually getting difficult to deny what everyone else obviously saw. That asshole of a Sonic had called her his ‘girlfriend,’ and he hadn’t quite denied it. And everything that had gone on during the nights – not just the innuendos and sexual teasing, but when he’d wake up in bouts of insomnia and have her lying there with him – it…

He was at the door. He felt her standing behind him. “Aren’t you gonna open the door? Or do I have to do that myself now?”

“You’ve got two working arms again, dickface.” Nonetheless, she walked in front of him, a hand on the doorknob. “Don’t let it hit your ass on the way out.”

A tap on her shoulder. She peered over, turning completely, backing against the door when he rested his hand beside her head, her own coming up to cradle his cheek when his mouth closed over hers.

For once, their kiss remained gentle, even as it deepened. When it broke a moment later, he drew back slowly, his laugh soft at how her eyes remained shut for a few seconds afterward. Another light kiss to her lips, a head tilt up to nip at her ear – this time she didn’t bother to try hiding her purr – and then he stood back, a hand on the doorknob.

She found herself resting hers over his, twining their fingers; by now, it was an instinctive motion. A tiny smile, her face even warmer when she felt him hesitate. It was blazing when he took her free hand to squeeze it, and for once, she was glad she was wearing a hooded shirt.

The door opened.

“Later, babe. I…I’ll come by still.”

She only nodded, refusing to look up, but waited until the glow of the warp ring vanished before closing her door. A quiet click as the lock was turned, and she found herself sliding down to the floor, pulling her hood over her head before hugging her knees close.

“….too fucking attached…should’ve said something…” A soft, almost sarcastic laugh before she rested her chin on her knees, wiping idly at her eyes.

 “…son of a bitch, I really do love him…”