ROUGH TOUCH THO
23. Your muse roughly kisses mine.
She’s been angling for it for months.
And okay, his logic behind saying no has always made sense. She’s young. She doesn’t know what she wants. He’s dangerous, he isn’t good for her... et cetera, et cetera. She got bored of listening when his points got too logical.
But she guesses he got bored of listening to her whining for it, which would explain why now he’s actually complying.
She watches him as he moves closer, confused at first, but kissing is like riding a bike: you never forget how to do it. And so she smiles once it becomes obvious, reaching out for him, but as always he’s all business. He takes hold of her like she’s nothing and kisses her the same fucking way. Jane isn’t sure what she expected. Sure, she’d hoped for fireworks, that weird feeling in your gut that says this is a good decision!, but all she gets is some tongue that tastes of pizza shoved down her throat, little body backed into a corner she can’t get out of. And she wonders for a second if he really kisses people like this before it clicks -- he’s just being an asshole to get her to leave him alone. She isn’t sure what she hates more: the way his kiss is so forceful and gross right now, or the fact that his dumb plan is working.
Little hands come to his chest and with every scrap of strength she has, Jane shoves Boss away. “Okay, Jesus, I-- I get it.” She scrubs at her mouth with the back of a hand, sleeve pulled over her knuckles, and grimaces. Not entirely unpleasant. Bearable, but not enjoyable. But she at least she knows what he means, now. He can’t give her the gentle affection she really craves because he’s not a gentle guy, and she needs to stop expecting him to be.
Once she’s finally managed to get her breathing back to normal about the whole thing, she just scowls like a child who’s been wronged. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
