Pull
Title: Pull
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Black Hole
Word Count: 384
Title: Pull
Author: Cricket
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. I'm just playing with the toys of the respectful owners.
Word Count: 384
A/N: As requested by romanceguru with the prompt "black hole." A million thanks to just_unravel for being awesome.
He had been asleep when she kissed him. She had watched him napping on the sofa in the lounge. His lips were slightly parted and he made soft, breathy grumbles while he dreamt, only to be awoken by her mouth slanting wetly over his.
Even days later she could still feel him on her skin, the way his lips had felt warm and firm against her own, and how his hands had roughly grabbed at her before she had torn herself away. He didn't realize the effect he had on her.
He was a black hole. A force so powerful that she couldn't help being pulled into him.
She'd worked hard to salvage the broken pieces of herself and fit them together in some semblance of a girl, but she could feel the remnants of light being pulled out of her like shards of iron to a magnet as she edged closer and closer to his event horizon. The point of no return. He would consume her, burn away the fragile threads keeping her intact, and leave her empty with only darkness to fill the gaps.
So she poured all her energy into building her mental walls strong enough to keep his thoughts from drawing her in. She dodged him at all costs, situating herself at opposite sides of the ship whenever possible to put the furthest distance between them. If she was out of proximity she could resist the pull he wasn't even aware he possessed.
But the dance of avoidance was a dizzying waltz. Step back. Turn around. Dip, spin, sidestep. Repeat. And she soon found herself back at the starting position, standing face to face with her oblivious dance partner.
She couldn't break away from his smoky blue gaze that whispered yearning and seduction. Her body responded and she cried out in protest, frantic to resist the destruction that awaited. With the last of her control slipping away, she pitched herself forward into his waiting arms to beg for mercy.
"Don't hurt me," she cried into his shoulder. She trembled against him, eyes screwed tightly shut while hot tears burned her cheeks.
He pressed his face into her hair and she could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke. "I won't, sweet girl. Nothing will ever hurt you again."
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Black Hole
Word Count: 384
Title: Pull
Author: Cricket
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. I'm just playing with the toys of the respectful owners.
Word Count: 384
A/N: As requested by romanceguru with the prompt "black hole." A million thanks to just_unravel for being awesome.
He had been asleep when she kissed him. She had watched him napping on the sofa in the lounge. His lips were slightly parted and he made soft, breathy grumbles while he dreamt, only to be awoken by her mouth slanting wetly over his.
Even days later she could still feel him on her skin, the way his lips had felt warm and firm against her own, and how his hands had roughly grabbed at her before she had torn herself away. He didn't realize the effect he had on her.
He was a black hole. A force so powerful that she couldn't help being pulled into him.
She'd worked hard to salvage the broken pieces of herself and fit them together in some semblance of a girl, but she could feel the remnants of light being pulled out of her like shards of iron to a magnet as she edged closer and closer to his event horizon. The point of no return. He would consume her, burn away the fragile threads keeping her intact, and leave her empty with only darkness to fill the gaps.
So she poured all her energy into building her mental walls strong enough to keep his thoughts from drawing her in. She dodged him at all costs, situating herself at opposite sides of the ship whenever possible to put the furthest distance between them. If she was out of proximity she could resist the pull he wasn't even aware he possessed.
But the dance of avoidance was a dizzying waltz. Step back. Turn around. Dip, spin, sidestep. Repeat. And she soon found herself back at the starting position, standing face to face with her oblivious dance partner.
She couldn't break away from his smoky blue gaze that whispered yearning and seduction. Her body responded and she cried out in protest, frantic to resist the destruction that awaited. With the last of her control slipping away, she pitched herself forward into his waiting arms to beg for mercy.
"Don't hurt me," she cried into his shoulder. She trembled against him, eyes screwed tightly shut while hot tears burned her cheeks.
He pressed his face into her hair and she could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke. "I won't, sweet girl. Nothing will ever hurt you again."