Secret
Title: Secret
Pairing: Chris/Bianca
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 for themes.
Summary: Chris has a secret.
This is a drabble for the wonderful Lan. It's not quite what your prompt was, but this plot bunny just popped up and wouldn't go away. I hope you like it; I can always do you another one if you'd like. ^^;
He was barely sixteen when he meet her--Bianca. She was gorgeous and sexy and dangerous, all the things he shouldn’t want but want he did. Not that he knew right off the bat; however, that didn’t stop him when he caught on later.
It all started when he snuck into a shady club which was notorious for its demon clientele. It wasn’t the brightest idea, but back then he was willing to do anything and everything to prove himself. He was sick of playing second fiddle to Wyatt and anything that would shifted the attention to him for even a second seemed worthwhile.
He got more than he bargained for that night.
He had hung to the walls looking for a high level demon to vanquish when she had caught his eye. She hadn’t been doing anything wild--just dancing by herself--but his eyes were pulled to her like a magnetic force. And she looked back.
Her shiny, red lips quirked up in a half smile that stole his breath and beckoned him over with a curled finger. He obeyed helplessly, caught in her spell.
The rest of the night was a blur; he had been too overwhelmed to remember everything properly. He’d woken up in her bed, limbs tangled and naked, hot skin pressed to his. He’d gently run his hand down her smooth arm, afraid that it was a dream just ready to disappear.
But her arm was firm under his shaky hand; growing bold, his hand caressed more firmly. She stirred under his touch this time and he froze. Doe brown eyes blinked open sleepily, her soft mouth smiled, and he lost his breath all over again.
She’d brushed a warm kiss against his cheek before getting up to make breakfast. The awkwardness he’d been dreading never came, not even as they sat at her kitchen island eating breakfast and it suddenly hit him that he didn’t know her name. She’d been amused when he’d asked, but exchanged it for his in an easy manner.
He’d left soon after with her number and an invitation to call her.
He gradually learned things about her over time; it wasn’t until a good half year that he learned her age. She was twenty and their age differences became the first obstacle in their relationship, but certainly not the last.
They’d lasted through that, though, and then their heritage which had been much harder. They had tried to go their separate ways when that came to light, but that same magnetic force from the first night they met seemed to keep dragging them back together.
So they continued on, unknown to everyone. His family would never understand, so he thought, and he doubt her family would be in a different mind frame. But it didn’t matter to him because somewhere along the way he’d fallen in love with her. Maybe it was because she was the first person to focus solely on him which he had wanted his whole life or maybe it was just because she was perfect despite her flaws.
No matter what it was, she was his secret and he kept it faithfully.
Pairing: Chris/Bianca
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 for themes.
Summary: Chris has a secret.
This is a drabble for the wonderful Lan. It's not quite what your prompt was, but this plot bunny just popped up and wouldn't go away. I hope you like it; I can always do you another one if you'd like. ^^;
He was barely sixteen when he meet her--Bianca. She was gorgeous and sexy and dangerous, all the things he shouldn’t want but want he did. Not that he knew right off the bat; however, that didn’t stop him when he caught on later.
It all started when he snuck into a shady club which was notorious for its demon clientele. It wasn’t the brightest idea, but back then he was willing to do anything and everything to prove himself. He was sick of playing second fiddle to Wyatt and anything that would shifted the attention to him for even a second seemed worthwhile.
He got more than he bargained for that night.
He had hung to the walls looking for a high level demon to vanquish when she had caught his eye. She hadn’t been doing anything wild--just dancing by herself--but his eyes were pulled to her like a magnetic force. And she looked back.
Her shiny, red lips quirked up in a half smile that stole his breath and beckoned him over with a curled finger. He obeyed helplessly, caught in her spell.
The rest of the night was a blur; he had been too overwhelmed to remember everything properly. He’d woken up in her bed, limbs tangled and naked, hot skin pressed to his. He’d gently run his hand down her smooth arm, afraid that it was a dream just ready to disappear.
But her arm was firm under his shaky hand; growing bold, his hand caressed more firmly. She stirred under his touch this time and he froze. Doe brown eyes blinked open sleepily, her soft mouth smiled, and he lost his breath all over again.
She’d brushed a warm kiss against his cheek before getting up to make breakfast. The awkwardness he’d been dreading never came, not even as they sat at her kitchen island eating breakfast and it suddenly hit him that he didn’t know her name. She’d been amused when he’d asked, but exchanged it for his in an easy manner.
He’d left soon after with her number and an invitation to call her.
He gradually learned things about her over time; it wasn’t until a good half year that he learned her age. She was twenty and their age differences became the first obstacle in their relationship, but certainly not the last.
They’d lasted through that, though, and then their heritage which had been much harder. They had tried to go their separate ways when that came to light, but that same magnetic force from the first night they met seemed to keep dragging them back together.
So they continued on, unknown to everyone. His family would never understand, so he thought, and he doubt her family would be in a different mind frame. But it didn’t matter to him because somewhere along the way he’d fallen in love with her. Maybe it was because she was the first person to focus solely on him which he had wanted his whole life or maybe it was just because she was perfect despite her flaws.
No matter what it was, she was his secret and he kept it faithfully.