(I have to get on this bandwagon.) Slap Me, out of anger most likely.
Send Me A Drabble Prompt
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or out of anger. specify.
{“You don’t get a say in this}
"I don’t get a say?! Are you out of your fucking mind?! Of course I get a say in this. I have the biggest fucking say in this you can imagine!" Ferrari and her had been through alot of things together lately, but this time took the damn cake. Rock had never been so scared in her life.
{It’s not your concern Rock}
"Not my-" Oh now she was just furious. "—Not my concern?! Ferrari you could have been killed! Are you really so fucking full of yourself that you think going after a Frost Fae wouldn’t cause any damage?! You’re fucking fire Ren! FIRE. F-I-R-E. As in, a substance that can be taken out by lack of oxygen and fucking ice!" Rock hadn’t really realized how loud she had gotten, but the way she felt when Ferrari was hurt. It was one of the most awful things she had ever experienced. The feeling of your heart being ripped from your chest even when you didn’t quite know why. She had been all the way across town when it happened, and she had barely made it back in time.
{Oh fuck off! I had him!}
That did it. Rock stood from her chair, throwing it to the ground behind her by the sheer force and anger radiating from the lycan’s body. Her eyes were glowing and her fangs were bared, nails sharpening as she lunged forward. The brick crumbled a bit as Ferrari’s back hit, Rock holding her there. “Are you fucking crazy? You had it?! Really?! Then why did I have to come save you?! Goddammit why do you have to be so reckless?! You fucking idiot… I just.. ugh!” And then it happened, a slap, one that nearly sent the fire fae tumbling over, yelling up at Rock through gritted teeth and raising a hand to her cheek.
{Why do you even care?!}
"Because I love you!" Oh god, she said it. She hadn’t meant to, not fully, but something told her there was no going back now. And it wasn’t like she didn’t mean it. Her body shifted back down, becoming a mess…a worried, scared, human, mess. "Because I love you.." The second time was whispered and she whimpered a bit, running her own fingertips back over the razor cuts that slashed across Ferrari’s cheeks from her claws. "…I’m sorry." She whispered.