A Fine Line 1/1
A Fine Line 1/1
Rating: M (Language and sexual content)
Summary: He hates them, and he hates her for more reasons then he realizes.
Notes: This is kind of an idea I came up with that I might use in one of my stories. But I wanted to write it down in a short version to get it off my mind. If it is difficult to read I'm sorry, I did my best. It's all from one persons point of view if that helps and all characters will be revealed at the end. The title refers to the person telling the story. It's kind of a love/hate thing without the love. More like a hate/lust thing.
They laughed together, always laughing. The laughing grinded on his nerves but it was the looks that really made him angry. Not just the looks of happiness but the look she gave him when his hand slid up over her thigh. His hand was above her dress to be sure but it didn’t matter. She leaned into him, breasts pressing purposely against his chest, and kissed him. It was disgusting.
The brunette at his side touched his hand but he ignored her and continued to watch the other couple.
This wasn’t the first time he had become aware of their relationship. It was in the local society page in Star City that he had first found out. They stood together in the picture, faces beaming. It was revolting. Then he had been intent on finding out the extent of their relationship. It had taken a while to get a definite confirmation. After all, the other man’ss security was state of the art. Then two weeks after hiring an investigator he had a disk in his possession with the proof. The video began with them drinking on the balcony; it ended with her getting fucked against a wall. It was disgusting, but yet he continued to see her face in the throws of pleasure. Even now something in him stirred at the visual.
It led him to wonder, why her? Out of all of the woman available why had he chosen her. There were thousands of beautiful women out there but he had chosen her to wine and dine and fuck.
His thoughts were interrupted when they stood up and walked away. Against his better judgment he got up and followed. They exited one of the further balconies and when he stepped into the open air he didn’t see them but he immediately heard their voices.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
It was her, whispering, behind one of the large columns he supposed.
“You’re not complaining.”
“We can’t-. Oh god.”
Her last words came out in a gasp and he felt himself stir again. The next few moments were filled with a various degree of gasps and whimpers from her that only deepened his disgust.
“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now.” He whispered softly.
“Then do it.” Her voice was strained and then she cried out.
“I’m not that crazy. But don’t expect to make it to the bedroom when we get hom. I’ve got a new desk that I’d love to see you bent over.”
The image stuck in his mind and he couldn’t erase it. It wasn’t until she cried out loudly that he forgot it.
“I hate you.” She whispered.
“No you don’t. You love me. Plus, who else could make you feel like that?”
For a minute he dared to allow himself to wonder what it would be like to fuck her. Not really for her pleasure but his. To make the other man pay for everything. To hear her scream his name. To make her pay for all the trouble she put him through.
“Nobody. Is my dress okay?”
“Fine. Why don’t you say we get out of here soon? I’m tired.”
“Sure you are.”
Their conversation continued on in a playful tone until he eventually went back inside and made his way back to the table. They were only a few minutes behind him. When they were seated she sat closer to him and smiled more. About thirty minutes later they took their leave of everyone and headed to the door. As they walked away Lex glared hatefully at their backs. Oliver’s hand slipped from Chloe’s waste the rise of her backside and pulled her closer against him. There was no doubt in Lex’s mind of what they would be doing later. Even after he left he still couldn’t get the imagine out of his mind.
Rating: M (Language and sexual content)
Summary: He hates them, and he hates her for more reasons then he realizes.
Notes: This is kind of an idea I came up with that I might use in one of my stories. But I wanted to write it down in a short version to get it off my mind. If it is difficult to read I'm sorry, I did my best. It's all from one persons point of view if that helps and all characters will be revealed at the end. The title refers to the person telling the story. It's kind of a love/hate thing without the love. More like a hate/lust thing.
They laughed together, always laughing. The laughing grinded on his nerves but it was the looks that really made him angry. Not just the looks of happiness but the look she gave him when his hand slid up over her thigh. His hand was above her dress to be sure but it didn’t matter. She leaned into him, breasts pressing purposely against his chest, and kissed him. It was disgusting.
The brunette at his side touched his hand but he ignored her and continued to watch the other couple.
This wasn’t the first time he had become aware of their relationship. It was in the local society page in Star City that he had first found out. They stood together in the picture, faces beaming. It was revolting. Then he had been intent on finding out the extent of their relationship. It had taken a while to get a definite confirmation. After all, the other man’ss security was state of the art. Then two weeks after hiring an investigator he had a disk in his possession with the proof. The video began with them drinking on the balcony; it ended with her getting fucked against a wall. It was disgusting, but yet he continued to see her face in the throws of pleasure. Even now something in him stirred at the visual.
It led him to wonder, why her? Out of all of the woman available why had he chosen her. There were thousands of beautiful women out there but he had chosen her to wine and dine and fuck.
His thoughts were interrupted when they stood up and walked away. Against his better judgment he got up and followed. They exited one of the further balconies and when he stepped into the open air he didn’t see them but he immediately heard their voices.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
It was her, whispering, behind one of the large columns he supposed.
“You’re not complaining.”
“We can’t-. Oh god.”
Her last words came out in a gasp and he felt himself stir again. The next few moments were filled with a various degree of gasps and whimpers from her that only deepened his disgust.
“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now.” He whispered softly.
“Then do it.” Her voice was strained and then she cried out.
“I’m not that crazy. But don’t expect to make it to the bedroom when we get hom. I’ve got a new desk that I’d love to see you bent over.”
The image stuck in his mind and he couldn’t erase it. It wasn’t until she cried out loudly that he forgot it.
“I hate you.” She whispered.
“No you don’t. You love me. Plus, who else could make you feel like that?”
For a minute he dared to allow himself to wonder what it would be like to fuck her. Not really for her pleasure but his. To make the other man pay for everything. To hear her scream his name. To make her pay for all the trouble she put him through.
“Nobody. Is my dress okay?”
“Fine. Why don’t you say we get out of here soon? I’m tired.”
“Sure you are.”
Their conversation continued on in a playful tone until he eventually went back inside and made his way back to the table. They were only a few minutes behind him. When they were seated she sat closer to him and smiled more. About thirty minutes later they took their leave of everyone and headed to the door. As they walked away Lex glared hatefully at their backs. Oliver’s hand slipped from Chloe’s waste the rise of her backside and pulled her closer against him. There was no doubt in Lex’s mind of what they would be doing later. Even after he left he still couldn’t get the imagine out of his mind.