Some Part of My Soul
Levi never could justify keeping her around, much less sleeping with her. The sleeping together was a subject he didn't dare think about, because she was so young and he was so... old. On top of the whole angel/demon factor, which was the real problem here.
Yes, she had Fallen. He understood that. That didn't justify the hungry looks Ruby gave her. That didn't hide the matching scars on her back--there even though she'd lost her wings. That didn't change the fact that he had personally tortured her for two weeks, fucked with her head and tried to break her down.
And yet here she was, next to him in bed, her freezing fingers interlaced with his, her head on his chest, her bra hanging from the bedpost. An angel in bed with a demon.
He had told her it had to stop--well, he had tried to tell her. It was kind of hard to focus on the words he was saying while she was sucking him off. He didn't want to be that guy--didn't want to be using her just to get laid, didn't want to be the one fucking with her just to fuck her. He didn't know what exactly had happened in her brain after he had been in there, and he didn't want to go back in and find out. She wasn't his sexbot, she wasn't even his, he had tried to explain to Ruby during an argument. He was just... borrowing her for a while. He didn't want to. Sh was... kind of like required reading. Or something. He didn't know, and it was bothering him.
"Janey," he whispered hoarsely in the dark, shaking her. "Janey."
"Mmhm?" she half-groaned, barely awake.
"I can't do this any more. I don't--I'm sorry, I can't use you like--"
"Oh god Levi, shut up," Janey muttered into his pectoral muscles. "For Christ's sake, I'm using you. Now go back to bed."
Levi froze. "You... um?" But she was already fast asleep.
Well. That was... something different.
Muse: Levi Brown
Word count: 333 words
Yes, she had Fallen. He understood that. That didn't justify the hungry looks Ruby gave her. That didn't hide the matching scars on her back--there even though she'd lost her wings. That didn't change the fact that he had personally tortured her for two weeks, fucked with her head and tried to break her down.
And yet here she was, next to him in bed, her freezing fingers interlaced with his, her head on his chest, her bra hanging from the bedpost. An angel in bed with a demon.
He had told her it had to stop--well, he had tried to tell her. It was kind of hard to focus on the words he was saying while she was sucking him off. He didn't want to be that guy--didn't want to be using her just to get laid, didn't want to be the one fucking with her just to fuck her. He didn't know what exactly had happened in her brain after he had been in there, and he didn't want to go back in and find out. She wasn't his sexbot, she wasn't even his, he had tried to explain to Ruby during an argument. He was just... borrowing her for a while. He didn't want to. Sh was... kind of like required reading. Or something. He didn't know, and it was bothering him.
"Janey," he whispered hoarsely in the dark, shaking her. "Janey."
"Mmhm?" she half-groaned, barely awake.
"I can't do this any more. I don't--I'm sorry, I can't use you like--"
"Oh god Levi, shut up," Janey muttered into his pectoral muscles. "For Christ's sake, I'm using you. Now go back to bed."
Levi froze. "You... um?" But she was already fast asleep.
Well. That was... something different.
Muse: Levi Brown
Word count: 333 words