Against Her Will (Puckabrina)

Sabrina couldn't stop thinking.

Usually, this wouldn't have been a problem; in fact, she would have been more alarmed had her thoughts actually shut down. No, it was the subject on her mind that had her worrying.

Puck.

Or, more accurately, the certain part of his facial features that had recently introduced itself to her own, matching feature without warning. Or permission.

Puck's lips, if you didn't catch that.

Sabrina kept finding herself in strange places (such as outside his bedroom door) with no recollection of allowing her feet to take her in such a treacherous direction. It was driving her nuts, more so than any other stunt Puck had ever pulled -- and heaven knows he'd pulled a lot.

So, when she fell, yet again, into a daze, and "woke" to find that her cup (which had been full for at least a minute now) was overflowing into the sink, she decided action must be taken. She was going to go insane if this went on any longer. She'd had enough of the random lip-touching, blushing and daydreaming.

Sure, he was cute.

Okay, totally hot -- especially when clean. And sure, he did have a nice laugh, and some of his tricks were funny (not that she'd ever tell him)...not to mention he could fly.

But that didn't mean she was going to let him get away with this...no, sir.

Sabrina ripped her hand away from the spot on her lips where it had been lingering, and turned off the faucet. She was grateful to be the last one up; things were hard enough without Uncle Jake giving her wise looks and Daphne biting her palm until it left marks.

She started to fuss with her hair, then caught herself and stood straight. She chugged the glass of water, squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath.

"This means war," she whispered to the dripping sink, and started up the stairs.

A/N: Hey guys!! :) I hope you liked it, if you did let me know because I might make it a two-shot with Puck's POV! This is my first fanfiction, and I wrote it a while ago, but hopefully it was enjoyable. Thanks!! :D
-Bree