Fic: Tempest (2/2).
Title: Tempest - Part 2
Author: midnightdream__
Characters: Adriana Winters, Jaser Cross
Timeline: Future; two years
Word Count: 1,138
Rating: Mature (Language, violent themes)
Summary: After Jaser shows up at her engagement party, he decides to interfere, and pissing Adriana off will never lead to anything good.
"I had a feeling nothing else would work with you... though I had openly hoped it wouldn't come to this."
Blocking out Jaser's voice, Adriana threw her hands out in front of her to prop herself up, swallowing hard, tasting blood from her split lip. Her limbs were shaking, her breath was coming in ragged heaves -- and she began to laugh.
Jaser had to admit that it was unexpected, and he raised his eyebrows, strolling over to her. "Something funny, Adriana?"
"Yeah," she said, jaw clenching. "All the ways I am going to slowly kill you for this."
He sadly wasn't as amused; another flick of his wand and he cast another full-powered Cruciatus on her.
The combination of the fight and exertion so far was too much, and her arms gave out after the second impact, collapsing with a wheeze. She rolled on to her side, fighting off the moan that wanted to escape, eyes shutting. She opened them again a moment later when she heard Jaser's footsteps getting louder in her ear.
He merely flashed a smile down at her, and only took the curse off when he had situated himself atop her, pushing her flat on her back roughly, grasping her upper arms. Leaning in next to her jaw, he took a lingering sniff of her hair.
"Get off me," she said threateningly, coughing when he knelt into her gut.
"I know you better than anyone. Anyone!" he barked, sitting back, acting as though he hadn't heard her. "Our bloodlines stem back to worthy Death Eaters, we've grown up alongside the most prestigious of families. Why is it we never see or hear of Grace's parents? Huh? Family? What do you even know about him?" Pausing, he gained a solemn look as he watched her, lifting the pad of his thumb to wipe some blood from the corner of her mouth. Adriana flinched at the touch, turning her face away. "He's some rubbish double agent... the novelty will wear off, Adriana. You had your random thrills in the castle hallways, it's time you face your fate."
She had to bite her tongue. Adriana's blood was positively boiling at this point. Her head was pounding, her lip was bleeding, and she felt dizzy - it was getting harder and harder to struggle against his whole body weight on her. She had never in her life been so enraged with Jaser, and she was swimming with dozens of things she craved to do. She wanted to slowly torture him, she wanted to Crucio him until he could no longer move, she wanted to find the heaviest gift in the room and bash his head in repeatedly. Unfortunately, none of those options were very accessible at the moment.
Good thing she was brilliant at improvising.
*
"A-..Alright, wait..." she whimpered, clearly straining for breath.
Jaser observed her warily a moment, and when he felt her relax under him, he drew back slightly, allowing her a deeper inhale.
He seemed to wait for her to say something more, and she used that to her advantage. Swallowing hard, she lifted her fingers to his side, carefully reaching for a particular area by his lower hip that was always a weak spot. She never would have guessed something beneficial would come out of having snogged him. She dug her fingers in and waited for his gasp, involuntarily descending on her. Adriana was ready, and thrust her knee directly into Jaser's crotch using every ounce of strength she had left. Pushing up against his shoulders, she kept a grip on him and used the momentum to flip them over.
Jaser shrieked loudly as her knee made contact, eyes shutting tightly in anguish, barely noticing that Adriana had knocked his wand from his hand during the tumble. "Adria--"
"Shut up," she commanded, mimicking his movements to lean over him, placing one of her knees in between his legs as a warning. She could feel herself shaking and it hurt to curl her fists so tightly on Jaser's collar, but she'd been a Death Eater for years, she was used to dealing with pain.
"You claim you know me," Adriana began louder, chest heaving in after-affects of the curse. "And yet you know absolutely nothing. I clearly underestimated just how pathetic you are. I have never wanted that life, least of all with you. The boring existence of a housewife, only required as arm-candy."
He creaked his eyes open at her, forehead still creased in agony. "Yes... you always did do your best work on top."
Adriana barely registered the thought before she reacted.
She punched him - once, twice, a third time - knuckles colliding with his jaw painfully but not caring; too many emotions pumping through her body to stop.
Adriana finally stopped hitting him when his head stayed down, right hand still clenched in a fist, hovering mid-air defensively. She felt deathly close to hyperventilating; mixture of rage, adrenaline, and pain all wound up, reeling from the events of the night.
Trying to calm her breathing down, she relaxed her arm after a moment, knuckles reddened with blood that could have been either hers or Jaser's. Possibly both. She took a slow breath and made her way off of Jaser, just about tripping on the layers of her dress as she staggered the few feet over to claim his wand. It wasn't far but it felt that way, Adriana's limbs heavy and worn out.
And just as she had encased her hand around the wood, there was a strong tug at her feet. Looking back, her eyes met with Jaser, arm stretched out and clutching her left foot, trying to pull her back.
She swiftly twisted her upper body, the wand in her hand pointed at Jaser and a stupefy was sent hurling at him, reacting quicker than she thought she'd be able to. Eyes wide in surprise, Jaser landed with a loud thud after smacking into the side wall. She kept her eyes on him for several more seconds, until satisfied that he was out cold.
Rising to a wobbly stand, Adriana kept Jaser's wand and used it to counter the lock charm he had placed around the room.
"Sweet dreams, you sick prick," she muttered under her breath before closing the door on the view of strewn wrapped boxes and Jaser's unconscious body on the floor. Out in the hallway, she charmed the room locked again. Placing his wand gingerly onto the nearest side-table, Adriana decided to let him be resourceful and find a way out on his own, returning the favour.
It was the least she could do for an old friend.
Author: midnightdream__
Characters: Adriana Winters, Jaser Cross
Timeline: Future; two years
Word Count: 1,138
Rating: Mature (Language, violent themes)
Summary: After Jaser shows up at her engagement party, he decides to interfere, and pissing Adriana off will never lead to anything good.
"I had a feeling nothing else would work with you... though I had openly hoped it wouldn't come to this."
Blocking out Jaser's voice, Adriana threw her hands out in front of her to prop herself up, swallowing hard, tasting blood from her split lip. Her limbs were shaking, her breath was coming in ragged heaves -- and she began to laugh.
Jaser had to admit that it was unexpected, and he raised his eyebrows, strolling over to her. "Something funny, Adriana?"
"Yeah," she said, jaw clenching. "All the ways I am going to slowly kill you for this."
He sadly wasn't as amused; another flick of his wand and he cast another full-powered Cruciatus on her.
The combination of the fight and exertion so far was too much, and her arms gave out after the second impact, collapsing with a wheeze. She rolled on to her side, fighting off the moan that wanted to escape, eyes shutting. She opened them again a moment later when she heard Jaser's footsteps getting louder in her ear.
He merely flashed a smile down at her, and only took the curse off when he had situated himself atop her, pushing her flat on her back roughly, grasping her upper arms. Leaning in next to her jaw, he took a lingering sniff of her hair.
"Get off me," she said threateningly, coughing when he knelt into her gut.
"I know you better than anyone. Anyone!" he barked, sitting back, acting as though he hadn't heard her. "Our bloodlines stem back to worthy Death Eaters, we've grown up alongside the most prestigious of families. Why is it we never see or hear of Grace's parents? Huh? Family? What do you even know about him?" Pausing, he gained a solemn look as he watched her, lifting the pad of his thumb to wipe some blood from the corner of her mouth. Adriana flinched at the touch, turning her face away. "He's some rubbish double agent... the novelty will wear off, Adriana. You had your random thrills in the castle hallways, it's time you face your fate."
She had to bite her tongue. Adriana's blood was positively boiling at this point. Her head was pounding, her lip was bleeding, and she felt dizzy - it was getting harder and harder to struggle against his whole body weight on her. She had never in her life been so enraged with Jaser, and she was swimming with dozens of things she craved to do. She wanted to slowly torture him, she wanted to Crucio him until he could no longer move, she wanted to find the heaviest gift in the room and bash his head in repeatedly. Unfortunately, none of those options were very accessible at the moment.
Good thing she was brilliant at improvising.
*
"A-..Alright, wait..." she whimpered, clearly straining for breath.
Jaser observed her warily a moment, and when he felt her relax under him, he drew back slightly, allowing her a deeper inhale.
He seemed to wait for her to say something more, and she used that to her advantage. Swallowing hard, she lifted her fingers to his side, carefully reaching for a particular area by his lower hip that was always a weak spot. She never would have guessed something beneficial would come out of having snogged him. She dug her fingers in and waited for his gasp, involuntarily descending on her. Adriana was ready, and thrust her knee directly into Jaser's crotch using every ounce of strength she had left. Pushing up against his shoulders, she kept a grip on him and used the momentum to flip them over.
Jaser shrieked loudly as her knee made contact, eyes shutting tightly in anguish, barely noticing that Adriana had knocked his wand from his hand during the tumble. "Adria--"
"Shut up," she commanded, mimicking his movements to lean over him, placing one of her knees in between his legs as a warning. She could feel herself shaking and it hurt to curl her fists so tightly on Jaser's collar, but she'd been a Death Eater for years, she was used to dealing with pain.
"You claim you know me," Adriana began louder, chest heaving in after-affects of the curse. "And yet you know absolutely nothing. I clearly underestimated just how pathetic you are. I have never wanted that life, least of all with you. The boring existence of a housewife, only required as arm-candy."
He creaked his eyes open at her, forehead still creased in agony. "Yes... you always did do your best work on top."
Adriana barely registered the thought before she reacted.
She punched him - once, twice, a third time - knuckles colliding with his jaw painfully but not caring; too many emotions pumping through her body to stop.
Adriana finally stopped hitting him when his head stayed down, right hand still clenched in a fist, hovering mid-air defensively. She felt deathly close to hyperventilating; mixture of rage, adrenaline, and pain all wound up, reeling from the events of the night.
Trying to calm her breathing down, she relaxed her arm after a moment, knuckles reddened with blood that could have been either hers or Jaser's. Possibly both. She took a slow breath and made her way off of Jaser, just about tripping on the layers of her dress as she staggered the few feet over to claim his wand. It wasn't far but it felt that way, Adriana's limbs heavy and worn out.
And just as she had encased her hand around the wood, there was a strong tug at her feet. Looking back, her eyes met with Jaser, arm stretched out and clutching her left foot, trying to pull her back.
She swiftly twisted her upper body, the wand in her hand pointed at Jaser and a stupefy was sent hurling at him, reacting quicker than she thought she'd be able to. Eyes wide in surprise, Jaser landed with a loud thud after smacking into the side wall. She kept her eyes on him for several more seconds, until satisfied that he was out cold.
Rising to a wobbly stand, Adriana kept Jaser's wand and used it to counter the lock charm he had placed around the room.
"Sweet dreams, you sick prick," she muttered under her breath before closing the door on the view of strewn wrapped boxes and Jaser's unconscious body on the floor. Out in the hallway, she charmed the room locked again. Placing his wand gingerly onto the nearest side-table, Adriana decided to let him be resourceful and find a way out on his own, returning the favour.
It was the least she could do for an old friend.