written for @wayhavenmonthly‘s Fall for Unit Bravo
Day 16: Rain
Pairing: Ava du Mortain/F!detective (Surina Batra)
rating: G
Warnings: car accidents/hydroplaning
words: 695
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Surina was shocked when Ava caved and agreed to ride with her to the facility. The rain had been pouring all day, and when Ava said she would make her own way to the facility on foot, something in Surina had snapped.
She knew Ava had been avoiding her ever. The backlash for what had felt like a breakthrough at the carnival what Ava finding every reason to not be alone with Surina. Running for miles in the rain rather than riding with someone going to the exact same destination? That was pigheaded even for Ms. Du Mortain.
Then the miraculous had occurred, Ava had given in. The drive had been peaceful so far, quiet reigning in the cab of her trusty old hatchback. The rain continued to beat down as the windshield wipers created a steady rhythm against the glass. Ava spends most of the time staring out the window, but ever so often Surina can feel her attention fall on her.
If it was even a few weeks ago Surina would have taken the opportunity to flirt or tease, but now she worries it’ll only drive Ava even further away. It had felt like they were finally getting somewhere. She knows that perhaps she should just cut her loses; the thought causes her heart to constrict in her chest. It’s far too gone for that now. Even if she tried to move on who could compare to Ava?
With her thoughts occupied, Surina takes the next turn just under the speed limit. Which would be fine if the roads weren’t wet.
It happens in a moment; the tires hit the water on the road and they begin to hydroplane. Everything is a blur as the car begins to slide toward the edge of the road and the trees lining the winding road.
With a wrenching jar and a shudder, the car comes to a stop. Surina winces with the sudden change in speed.
The car door is wrenched open and Ava is there. The rain has darkened her blonde hair and her eyes look wild as they search Surina for injuries. A hand reaches out and draws back before touching her face.
“Are you alright?” Ava’s voice is strained.
“Just shaken up.”
Ava looks at her like she doesn’t believe her, and considering the fact that she can hear how Surina’s heart is hammering in her chest Surina doesn’t blame her.
“I guess I shouldn’t have put off buying new tires.” Surina attempts to lighten the mood.
Ava responds with a growl, “When will you start taking your safety seriously? What if I hadn’t been here? You could have been hurt,” her voice breaks “I could have lost you.”
Surina gasps as the meaning of the words hit her. She stretches a hand out to grab Ava’s. Maybe this is the moment she’s been waiting for; maybe Ava will stop denying whatever this is between them.
Ava straightens and looks everywhere, but at Surina. “We need to get off the road. Move over. I’ll drive the rest of the way.”
Surina moves to the passenger’s seat as Ava climbs behind the wheel. Ava handles the car with precision. As the adrenaline rush from their near accident passed Surina begins to shiver, her teeth rattling with the aftereffects of her body’s reaction. Without taking her eyes from the road, Ava flicks the heat up.
“Thank you.” Surina says
The remainder of drive is spent in awkward silence. The meeting at the facility passes in a blur. If the other members of Unit Bravo noticed any new awkwardness between Surina and Ava they don’t comment on it. Perhaps they are so used to it at this point.
When it is time to head back to Wayhaven, Surina is grateful to see that the rain has stopped. She’ll be heading back alone, Unit Bravo still having tasks to complete.
As she approaches her car Surina’s eyes widen as she sees the very person-sized dent in her front bumper, but that isn’t the only thing that is different. It takes her a moment to figure it out, but she soon realizes that all her tires have been replaced.
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A/N: so this took a little turn as I was writing (I blame the bottle of red wine). I’m not sure the smuttiness really matches the tone of the first part (plus I’m a little nervous about posting it) so here’s the first part
Emma looked magical under candlelight. The way it flickered and danced over the gentle curves and lines of her face captivated Nat. Though in all honesty Nat couldn’t think of any lighting in which her attention wasn’t drawn to the other woman.
“You were right. This does help.” Emma said with a sigh as she leaned back against Nat in the warm water of their shared bath.
“Ava shouldn’t push you so hard. She can’t expect you to be able to stand against a supernatural.” Nat responds as she begins to massage the tight muscles of Emma’s shoulders. It had been an argument, Ava wish to teach Emma more offensive moves while Nat would rather Emma only focus on staying safe, on getting away. As it was Ava had to threaten to ban Nat from the training room. Every time Emma had flinched or winced had felt like a physical blow, and it had taken more control that Nat would like to admit to stop herself from intervening. Every instinct in her body had screamed out at her to protect, to defend.
“She’s right though. I have to be better at this. They let me skate through at the academy. Probably because they figured I would never need to fight in a town like Wayhaven.” She gave a tired laugh. “If only they knew.”
In the months since becoming detective, Emma had already faced so much danger. Given the chance Nat would gladly be her shield from anything that might hurt her. Nat couldn’t help, but glance at the scar marring the pale column of her neck. It is a stark reminder of her failure to do just that. she’d felt such fear and despair then when the only thing between them was a possibility. How much worse would it be if something were to happen to Emma now? Now that Nat had held her in her arms and fallen asleep to the familiar cadence of her heartbeat? Loved her?
“I have to be better.” Emma’s voice broke Nat out of her revive. “I can’t keep freezing up like I did with the thralls. Maybe if I’d started training earlier you wouldn’t have gotten hurt with the trappers.”
“That wasn’t your fault. We had no way of predicting that the trappers had access to weapons like that. Besides I can heal.”
“Just because you can heal from it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt you.” Emma reaches out and laces her fingers through Nat’s concern evident on her face. “I hate the thought of you being hurt because of me.”
Nat raises their joined hands to her mouth and slowly and deliberately kisses each finger before bringing them to rest against her cheek. “Please never believe that I doubt you. You never cease to amaze me, Emma.”
Nat releases their hands and reaches forward to brush away the curls sticking to Emma’s forehead. She cups her face and turns her face up so their eyes can meet. “You are so precious and dear to me. I won’t let anything take us from one another, I promise.”
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Warnings: smoking/cigarettes, not really smut, but discussion of sex because M. so slightly NS*FW
words: 619
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It was a stupid thing. Really, Morgan wasn’t sure why she hadn’t already thrown it away. She’d only taken it in the first place because she could hear Farah rambling on about something or another as she approached the room and didn’t want to deal with her.
Morgan rolls her eyes as she thinks about how much Farah would have to say about it. She’d throw around stupid words like couple, cute, date, and worst of all, love. A grimace mars Morgan’s face at the thought of the teasing. It was bad enough as it was. The younger vampire apparently unable to understand the concept of people just enjoying each other. And sure, Morgan hadn’t found anyone else to spike her interest since meeting Riley, but that doesn’t mean it’s a thing. Morgan had taken the photo when Sanja offered it, if only to guarantee some peace and quiet.
Alone on the roof of the warehouse, Morgan lights up a cigarette, takes a drag, and unfold the photo. Riley looks hot. Well she always looks hot. Morgan’s eyes roam over her form. It had been one of the few times she’d seen Riley in jeans. They hugged her curvy lower body and Morgan’s fingers itch as she remembers the feeling of the denim material under her hands. The tense quiver of Riley’s muscles as Morgan had gripped her hips on the carousel. Her pulse had jumped so deliciously when Morgan had pressed her lips to her neck.
Not that Morgan dislikes what Riley normally wears. Her professional uniform of pencil skirt and button-ups presenting their own excitement. The button-ups were a nice challenge. How quickly could Morgan’s nimble fingers undo them to reveal the silky little camisoles layered underneath? Morgan’s tongue runs over her top lips as she thinks about the way the lace trimming frames Riley’s pert breasts as they rise and fall with her shaky, nervous breathing. And skirts . . .skirts were always fun.
It was too bad Nate had interrupted them the other day before Morgan had been able to do much more than wrinkle Riley’s attire. Morgan lets her mind wander picturing exactly what she would have done to the detective: how Riley’s moans and whimpers would have filled the room, the frantic beat of her pulse against Morgan’s skin, and her sweetness coating her tongue.
Oh, yes, Morgan needed to make that happen soon. She’d have to add it to the list, along with the backseat of that deathtrap of a car, of places she wanted to watch Riley come undone. Though it was hard to think of a place she didn’t want to. To be honest she couldn’t think of any place that wouldn’t be improved with Riley’s presence.
Morgan glances to the spot that Riley had sat the other night. A small frown wrinkles her face as she finds herself wishing the detective was here now.
“Shit!” she yells as her cigarette burns down to the edge of her fingers. She lifts her hand and watches as the damaged skin heals itself with annoyance and confusion evident on her face. A long line of ash lays on the ground where her hand was resting. She could have sworn she’d been smoking. She had to have been; her senses had felt calm and sedated.
“Fucking weird.” She can feel them waking up now. The buzz of the electricity powering the warehouse cackles against her nerves and the creeping motions of other nocturnal creatures moving through the forest beats against her ears.
She folds the photo and places it back in her jacket pocket and lights a new cigarette. The irritations fade, but she can’t seem to recapture the peace of a few minutes ago.
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I’m not super pleased with this. Mostly just posting to keep the momentum up.
Ximena was going to need coffee. Yeah, she could just drink the instant stuff they kept at the police station, but her girlfriend deserves better. She deserves one of those fancy mocha things that she likes so much. The ones that when she takes the first sip, she always closes her eyes and gives a soft little happy sigh. Farah is going to make sure she gets one if only so she gets to hear that sound.
There aren’t many people at Haley’s this morning. A group of older women glance up when Farah walks through the door and then return to their conversation. The bakery is just the sort of place that she never got to see before Unit Bravo came to Wayhaven. Well, unless there was some grisly murder or a cabal of rouge supernaturals hiding in the walk-in freezer.
The display case is full of sugary things. Farah still didn’t really understand all the things that humans did with food. There were so many rituals and rules around all of it. There were so many different variations, and even if she didn’t enjoy eating them Farah was still fascinated by it all. Maybe she should get one for Ximena, but which one is her favorite? She could get one of each. That way she would make sure to have Ximena’s favorite. She’ll get her the cheese danish, and if that is wrong then she’ll just have to try again tomorrow, and then maybe the day after that. Farah smiles to herself at the thought of justifying a visit to see her favorite person every morning.
As she’s coming up with her brilliant plan a snippet of conversation reaches Farah’s ears from the trio of women in the corner. Their voices are low and she’d never be able to hear them if she was human.
“That’s the one that Detective Becerra was-“ the woman pauses “-canoodling with in front of everyone! No shame at all”
It’s disconcerting and strange to be the subject of human gossip. Farah is so used to staying hidden and moving on before anyone knows they’ve been there.
Another of the women adds in “My Shelly said they were kicked off the carousel for monkeying around. I know they did catch that killer, but I’m just not sure what the Captain was thinking. She’s not mature enough to be entrusted with the town’s safety.”
How dare they! They are not even worthy of living in the same town as Ximena! Farah can’t believe what she is hearing.
Farah is just about to storm over them and tell them off when the third woman speaks up.
“Oh, hush Bernice. You’re just bitter ever since Robert left you. The detective has done just fine in a difficult job. It’s nice to see young people so in love. Stop being such a sour old prune.”
Farah’s laugh erupts through the bakery. Sour old prune, she was going to have to remember that one.
warnings: the tiniest bit of spice towards the end
words:584
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It was one of those rare evenings that Nat cherished most. There was no major threat or disaster looming over the town. She didn’t have to patrol and Emma had conquered the ever-growing piles of paperwork that always seemed to steal away her energy. The evening belonged to them.
They sat close together on the faded floral couch in Emma’s living room lost in conversation. As Nat watched Emma reach out and adjust the magazines on the coffee table next to their half-forgotten glasses of red wine, she decided she could no longer ignore the obvious nervousness of the other woman. Between her elevated heart beat and the way that Emma kept worrying her bottom lip between her teeth Nat knew that something was amiss.
“Emma, is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Emma says as she flashes Nat a reassuring smile. She stands and walks over to pick a small box off of the side table. She sits back down and stares at the box for a moment before stammering out, “I made you something.”
Nat whole face lights at that and she can’t help but to reach forward for the box. Emma presses it into her hands. She looks away a blush painting her pale cheeks making her freckles even more pronounced. Opening the box reveals a pair of knit mittens.
“You don’t have to wear them. I messed up quite a lot. I probably should have just gone to the store and brought you a proper pair,” Emma begins to ramble.
Nat tries to interrupt. To show her gratitude, but Emma doesn’t seem to hear her attempts. Leaning forward Nat presses a brief kiss to Emma’s lips which gets her to stop talking.
“I love them. I promise. Thank you.” Nat says as she slips the mittens onto her hands.
A radiant smile crosses Emma’s face and Nat wishes she could bottle it. “You do? It’s getting colder what with Autumn starting. I didn’t want you getting cold on patrol, and I thought this way a little piece of me could be out there with you keeping you warm.”
With her now mittened hands, Nat holds Emma’s face and presses kisses to her both her eyelids, then the tip of her nose, and finally to her lips. She lingers there long enough to leave them both breathless.
“I only need to think of you to feel warm.” Nat says with a gentle laugh before remarking, “They’re green just like your eyes.”
“I thought you said green was your favorite color. Did I get it wrong?” Emma asks distress evident in her tone.
Nat tips the other woman’s chin so that they lock eyes. “It is my favorite. Like your eyes. Like you.”
“Oh” Emma exhales. Heat flushes her face as she lunges forward to capture Nat’s lips in a kiss. Nat can’t help but smile always enjoying the moments when Emma acts a little bolder. They’ve been happening more and more often as she has gotten more confident and surer in their relationship.
The kiss deepens neither woman willing to break away. Nat moves a hand to Emma’s lower back dipping below her shirt to touch bare skin. She groans in frustration as she realizes she’s still wearing the mittens. Without breaking the kiss, she frees her hand. Emma moan at the contact of Nat’s bare fingers on her lower back. Nat maneuvers Emma backwards on the couch determined to show the other woman just how much she appreciates her very thoughtful gift.
written for @wayhavenmonthly‘s Fall for Unit Bravo
Day 12: Moon
pairing: Morgan/F!detective (Riley Jordan)
rating: M (NS*FWish not smut, but it’s an M fic so . . .)
words: 735
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It was another long day at the station. The sun has already set as Morgan and Riley walks through the twilight towards the detective’s apartment. The temperature is still comfortable, but there are more people out and about than Morgan would prefer. Somewhere in the distance a group of children scream and holler as they rejoice in the freedom of the summer months and Morgan winces at the sharp sound.
They are almost to the apartment when Riley begins to lag behind.
“What’s the hold-up, Sweetheart.” Morgan asks through teeth gritted in impatience.
“Look how beautiful she is,” Riley’s voice floats over her shoulder to Morgan. She doesn’t turn around from whatever has caught her attention.
Morgan cocks a brow and walks to stand next to her, “trying to make me jealous?”
“What?” Riley asks.
“Where’s this beautiful woman?” Morgan asks hands out to gesture to the open parking lot in front of them.
Riley’s brows wrinkle in confusion, “woman? Oh, I meant the moon. Doesn’t she look beautiful tonight?”
Morgan follows Riley’s eyeline to where the moon hangs large and low on the horizon. As a general rule, Morgan doesn’t mind the moon. She prefers it to the sun, but it’s still a light source and as such she avoids gazing at it too much. Even it’s reflected light is capable of causing pain to her oversensitive eyes.
Turning away from the moon, Morgan’s eyes land on Riley’s face. She is starting at the sky enraptured.
Morgan has seen Riley’s face in many different expressions: fear and relief when facing Murphy, embarrassment and excitement when Nate caught them in the library, desire and anticipation laying open and waiting underneath her, and peaceful and sated as Morgan slips out the door leaving her to sleep off the night’s exertions. This expression is new and Morgan has a hard time looking away. Riley almost glows the moonlight soft and cool on her brown skin. Her eyes are fixated on the moon and her mouth opened just a little as if about to speak before having her words stolen.
“You’re beautiful.” Morgan doesn’t even realize she’s saying it before the words have left her lips.
Riley’s eyes snap to meet hers, searching. Morgan doesn’t know what for. It’s not like she’s never complimented Riley before. Everyone knows the detective is hot.
“Are we going to stand out her all night?” Morgan asks as she turns back toward the waiting apartment building.
After unlocking the door Riley turns to face Morgan and runs a hand over her short dark curls. “Would you like to come in?” she asks her voice halting and unsure.
A wide smile breaks across Morgan’s face. She had been planning on trying to get Riley into bed. Up until now Morgan has had to initiate whenever they’ve had a little fun. Seeing the usually demure and shy Riley making her desires known is a very tempting sight.
“Aren’t we eager tonight?” Morgan’s voice is husky and teasing as she steps closer to Riley.
Riley’s cheeks darken and she begins to stammer. Morgan stops her with a bruising kiss walking her backward into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind them.
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Morgan sits alone on the roof of the warehouse. The moon has risen higher in the sky; its size has diminished with the altitude and its glow is lessened by the smattering of clouds blowing through the night sky.
She’d left Riley fast asleep and sprawled out on the bed. Her body covered enough in the warm temperature by the twisted knot they’d worked the sheets into. It had been an excellent night. It always was with Riley. Morgan smiles as she replays the nights events in her mind, the almost pleading whispered sound of her name on Riley’s lips, the softness of the detective’s skin under her hands, and the ever present staccato of Riley’s heartbeat drowning out all other distractions.
For all those memories sordid details, the image that keeps rising to her mind is that of Riley in the parking lot staring at the moon. For some reason it makes Morgan think of the photo she has stashed in her dresser drawer, the detective and her smiling at the camera for their undercover mission to the Carnival. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have another, especially if Riley looked the way she had tonight, bathed in moonlight.
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written for @wayhavenmonthly‘s Fall for Unit Bravo
Day 18: Harvest
Pairing: Mason/F!oc (Serena Willis)
rating: M- strong language, sexual conversations and mention of alcohol and cigarettes
words: 1.7k
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A/N this is another piece of my canon divergent as of yet untitled AU.
It’s exactly the sort of event I would have done anything to avoid back home. The community center is decorated with pumpkins, gourds, and leaves in the warm tones of fall. The last event of the annual harvest festival, the silent auction, is apparently the height of Wayhaven’s autumnal social calendar. Mayor Friedman had specially requested Unit Bravo’s presence. I’d considered telling Agent Greene that since I was not technically an agent that I must not be included in that mandate in order to escape attending.
However, after weeks of what amounted to house arrest, I was more than happy for an opportunity to get out an about. We still had been unable to locate the party behind the bounty on Dinah. Without any real reason to leave the premises, I’d spent most of my days in the library, watching movies with Farah, and avoiding Mason.
It’s been a little over two weeks since I ended things. That sounds like there was something to end. It’s been two weeks since I stopped hooking up with him, and it’s sucked. As much as I may know that I was making the right choice to protect myself, I miss spending time with him both in and out of the bedroom. But that was the whole reason why I had to stop it. My dumbass had caught feelings. If it was just fun then I wouldn’t miss him. Mason doesn’t do feelings.
For all my grumbling, the event hasn’t been terrible. Nate and Farah are off going through the silent auction offerings. Adam has been dragged off to speak with the mayor and Agent Greene leaving Dinah, myself and Mason alone at our table.
I’m nursing another glass of red wine and even without super senses I can hear the pretty brunette at the table behind us trying to work up the nerve to approach the brooding vampire sitting a few seats to my right. I have to remind myself that he was never mine to lose before I get too bitter.
I steal a glance to see if he’s noticed, to see if I need to really start drinking in earnest. I’ve never seen him in a button up before. It’s black and I can still see the chord of his crystal necklace poking out from where the last few buttons are undone. His hair is pulled back in a low ponytail with only a few strands falling out around his face. He looks sharp and devilishly handsome. As I look up, I find that his eyes are already on me. His brow is furrowed, but it smooths as he noticed me looking at him. I wonder how long he has been watching me, if he’s noticed how agitated I’ve become. I hope not.
For once he looks away first. Without a word, he rises from the table and I notice him reaching for the pocket he always keeps his smokes in as he heads for the hallway. I surprised he is even bothering to leave; he usual lights up wherever he wants to, rules be damned. Maybe he needs a break from the overstimulation of the room. There are a lot of people here and it must be wreaking havoc on his nerves.
“Well, that was interesting,” Dinah says off to my left.
“Huh? What was interesting?” I ask as I turn to her.
“I take it you still haven’t talked to him.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I don’t want to have this argument again. She seems determined to try and make us out to be some great romance. Not everyone gets what she and Nate have.
“How will you know if you don’t try?” she asks her voice soft as she places a soothing hand on my arm.
I resist the urge to shake the hand off. I know she is trying to be helpful, and I don’t want to lash out at her. I’m just getting so tired of people encouraging me to do something I know will only hurt me. “Mason made it clear from the beginning that it was just fun. I don’t have a right to try and change the terms halfway through just because I’m stupid and caught feelings.”
I already know how that conversation would go. At least this way my pride can stay intact.
“Don’t look at me that way, Dinah. I’m fine.” I don’t want her pity. Not about this.
She sighs and shakes her head, “and people say I’m stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn.” I say as I pour myself another glass of wine. “I’m just realistic.”
We lapse into silence as I sip at the wine. After a minute or two, Nate slides into his seat next to Dinah. I’m thankful that they can keep each other company and just leave me to my wine.
I hear a chair slide back from the table behind me, and watch as the brunette walks past me to the quieted cheers of her friends. Mason has reentered the hall, and apparently, she has finally found the nerve to make her move. She’s cute. Her low-cut dress much more flattering than the prim professional number I had borrowed from Dinah. I’m sure Mason will find her appealing enough. I knew he would find new people to take to bed; I just didn’t think I would be in the room when it happened.
I see her reach out and place a hand on his arm. He hasn’t brushed her off and she hasn’t been scared off by his rudeness. I can’t do this. I want to leave, but they’re too close to the hallway. I glance around and see a smaller exit at the back.
Adam will probably have my head, but I’d rather risk getting kidnapped than start crying in front of everyone here. In front of him.
I think I hear Nate say my name as I go to leave, but I don’t turn around. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes and I need to get out now.
The door leads to a small set of stairs. I’m alone. I walk to the edge of the landing and grab the metal railing for support. It’s freezing. Drawing in a deep breath I focus on the cold. I have no one to blame, but myself. I hate that I can feel tears escaping down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid Serena.
At the sound of the door opening, I turn. I do my best to wipe away any trace of the tears before who ever it is can see.
Fuck. Why did it have to be him?
“Though you were supposed to stay inside?” Mason growls at me as the door closes behind him leaving us alone on the stairs.
“Well we both know that I don’t always follow the rules.” I say trying to be my usual snarky self.
“You don’t have to babysit me.” I continue. “I’d hate to ruin your fun.” It comes out with more bitterness than I meant.
He looks confused for a moment, “oh that” he shrugs.
“Yeah, so like I said, you don’t have to babysit me. I’ll go back inside in a minute. Go get your dick wet or whatever.” I cross my arms across my chest and roll my eyes. I’m shooting for nonchalance and indifferent, but I don’t know if I managed it.
He looks at the door for a moment before looking back at me. “I don’t think I will.”
“What, why not? She’s cute and seems into you. Isn’t that all you need?”
He leans back against the wall and with a smirk says, “only one I want to have fun with here is you, Sweetheart.”
I feel like all the air has been pulled out of my lungs. He’s a tempting vision and my body responds to the familiar pattern of banter. If it was only that it would be one thing, but there’s a flicker in my chest of something that feels suspiciously like hope. A vain hope that he means more with those words. That he means I’m the only one he wants beyond tonight.
“Too bad, because I’m not interested.”
“you’re lying” he accuses me with narrowed eyes.
“Is your ego really that fragile that you can’t handle a rejection.” I say with a scoff.
He rolls his eyes. “I know you and you’re lying.” He smirks, “remember, your body gives you away.”
Stupid vampire super senses.
“Why do you care, Mason? We both know you were going to get bored sooner or later.” I turn away so he can’t see my eyes anymore. I can’t do anything about my heartrate, but I can get rid of at least one source of information.
“Would I? I’m not bored yet.” I can’t tell if he’s asking me or if he’s asking himself. I feel him move closer so that he’s standing directly behind me. His hand ghost over my arm, not actually touching it. “I thought we were both having fun. I don’t see why it needs to stop.”
“God damn it don’t make me say it!” I yell. I had hoped he would just let it go.
“Heaven forbid I make you do something you don’t want to do, Sweetheart.” He says in a biting tone.
“It wasn’t just fun for me.” I admit as I turn around to face him. “It was beginning to mean something to me, and I wanted it to mean something to you, but it doesn’t work that way for you.”
There it is. Fuck my pride, I guess.
“What if it did mean something?” he asks.
My chest tightens as the little spark of hope flares within it, “Does it?”
He closes the inches between us and kisses me. I don’t know if it’s an answer or a test, but at that moment I don’t care. His hands move to my hips and pull us flush together. God, I’ve missed this. My whole body feels like it ignites at his touch. Would it really be so terrible to believe in this? To believe he cares for me?
This kiss breaks and I whisper, “I think I love you.”
His hands drop from my hips as if he’d been burned.
I nod and swallow all the emotions I’ll have to deal with later, “that’s what I thought.”
I don’t give him a chance to respond before I’m through the door and back to the event.
Stupid, stupid Serena. You knew how this would end.
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