Fic: S,W.T.H. (Gerard/Lindsey)
Title: S.W.T.H.
Author: Mistress Kat / kat_lair
Pairing: Gerard/Lindsey
Rating: R
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: See Community Introduction Post
Warnings/enticements: implied d/s dynamics, see Community Introduction Post for further information
Summary: There was a time when they used to hunt together.
Author notes: Another of pushkin666's help_pakistan ficlets. Beta thanks go, as always, to dreamersdare.
Lindsey feels it under her skin, in the base of her skull; the terrible restless need that twists and churns in her chest like a tornado. She breathes slow and measured, tasting electricity at the back of her teeth.
It’s been a bad day.
Gerard takes one look at her and says: “We’re going out.”
The ritual of getting dressed calms her down somewhat, as do the hard bruising kisses she and Gerard exchange. She chooses her accessories with deliberate care, finally deciding on the Florida stockwhip and a short plaited show cane. She wants the instant, visible results they will elicit; too impatient for the finesse her needles would require.
Gerard offers his arm and Lindsey rests her gloved hand over his similarly leather covered one. Their grins are feral, slotting together with a sting and bite. Gerard touches the letters on her wrist - S.W.T.H. - and Lindsey reaches up with her free hand and digs her nails into his shoulder where his matching tattoo is.
See. Want. Take. Have.
It’s more than a catchy slogan; it’s their philosophy, their way of life. It’s what brought them together; this relentless desire that claws in both their hearts like a beast, held back with flimsy chains. Tonight, she can let herself free.
The air is cold, New York caging them with neon lights and vertical lines. They hit one of the bigger clubs, the crowd outside parting like a tide as the doorman beckons them in past the queue. Gerard brings them to a stop just inside the entrance, making sure they’re noticed. Lindsey enjoys the attention, the anticipation, and knows the two of them cut a striking image.
The music matches her mood; raw and pounding. They make their way down onto the main floor, heading in different directions at the foot of the stairs, smooth and practiced. She wants playthings tonight, more than one, and what she and Gerard catch separately they’ll share with each other.
Lindsey bares her teeth in an expression that’s more a snarl than a smile and steps into the crowd.
The hunt is on.