send "good girl" for reaction, accepting! ˎˊ˗
he’s meaner than harley, it’s what she noticed immediately. maybe not even meaner though, just bossier and it’s not really fair, or nice. but it’s not upsetting, not really. allie’s not flinching away, and it feels good. it feels good, so it can’t be bad. the burning feeling crawling up the rest of her body can’t be bad. even standing close to him makes her drunk with desire. it’s the magic, it has to be. it’s what she feels so potently on both harley and zane, but, even still, it’s different, with both of them. and something different from everybody else, too.
it’s why she just couldn’t stay away, why she came back to eden’s apple even after the first time, with just harley. now, it was just zane, and evermore a reason to come back. he may not be meaner, because that’s not fair, but he’s alluring in such a different way. the way that kinda’ makes her feel like she’s choking, everytime he does something. anything. anything, he does. she’s following him around, hopelessly, as long as he keeps giving answers to her infinite questions, and that patience alone makes him not mean.
they’re walking through a narrower hallway, allie’s memory collecting pieces from the last time she was here, putting them together clumsily when there’s a switch in positions. allie finds herself against the wall, blinking against the tension before finding the deep, dark eyes again. she feels kind of swallowed whole, but she keeps finding new shades of brown in them. he silences the almost squeak with the tip of his finger, drawing it down and allie feels especially sensitive to the smoothness of them. he’s telling her to be quiet, right. there, she remembers where they are. the rooms where harley had found her, last time. heat crawls further over her, everywhere. the vivid kind. he mutters something with a smile, peeling away from her and the wall, leaving her stranded. this time, his smile has an edge of something else, and frustration sparks up. he’s teasing her. he’d called her good girl and the wave of calm that had submerged her into the warm bath water of her obedience fizzles away.
her brain starts whirring again, quick steps that are just as clumsy as before, and her own feet. still, she follows him with a pout on her lips. “ that’s … mean. ”
