"Should I threaten to stab you?" Ana asked smirked, looking up at him.
"Whatever gets you off," he whispered, "But you better make it sloppy because this is as much lube as you're gonna get from me."
She pouted. "You're so mean."
He smirked. "I know."
"You're giving me a different energy," she remarked, "Get into my drugs?"
Scott leaned back. "I'm running on like 2 hours of sleep, homicidal thoughts an obsession with you, and an ensure so..." he inhaled, closing his eyes, "I'm either gonna fight god or be him if I wasn't already, so...suck me good I guess."
She laughed. "Should I be scared?"
"Oh definitely," he opened one eye, cocking his head. "Can't you tell I plan on breaking you?"
She shivered making him smirk, closing his eye. "You know," she whispered, "You're not as scary as you think."
"That so?" He smiled. "Maybe I'm not. When you give what I want," he pulled her gently, his eyes flicking over her face.
"You'll give me what I want. Won't you, Morgana?"
He eased her up onto his lap by her hair, leaning in. "Well," he whispered. His lips hovering over hers. "Won't you?"
"Only if you ask nicely," she whispered back.
He chuckled lowly, letting his lips Drift down her neck slowly.
"Pretty please?"
She swallowed roughly. "S-Since you asked so nicely-"
He flipped them over roughly, running his hand through his hair.
He dipped down, his lips skimming her skin, his eyes on hers.
Scott kissed her thighs. He pulled her closer. "Stay still," he whispered. "You know what to do."
Ana closed her eyes. Scott was a lot of things, and his god complex was...irritating. Unfortunately, it wasn't completely unwarranted.
What ever he did he did...well. Exceptional.
"Scott wait-"
He paused. "That quickly?" He licked his fingers. "Sounds like this gonna be a rough night for you huh?"he kissed her.
"You...you would love that."
He smirked. "Course I would." He reached over her to the nightstand, taking a pill and putting it in her mouth.
She held it in her mouth in question.
He slapped her face gently. "Swallow."
"What did you give me?" She asked.
He sighed. "Does it matter? It's not like you don't take every drug under the sun anyway."
She raised a brow.
"Birth control," he said simply. "Unless...you want to make me a father again?"
"What about the condoms?"
He grabbed one tearing the foil open with his teeth. "Just this once," he slid it on. "For your peace of mind."
"You're just gonna take it off in the middle aren't you?"
He smirked. "Yeah...yeah I am."
Ana put her hands on his chest as he leaned in for another kiss. He leaned back, frowning slightly as he felt behind her head.
He pulled a knife from under pillow, glancing at it, before looking back at her in silent question.
"...I do sleep with a Murderer."
A small smile stretched along his lips. He took the knife, grabbed her hand roughly, his eyes on hers.
She gripped it, his hands closed around hers. He guided it to his chest.
"So do I," he smirked. He winced slightly, as a bead of his blood stained the knife. "Hm...I actually like this,"
She glanced up at him, guiding her knife deeper in her skin, watching his reaction, as she drew more blood.
It was almost mesmerizing the face he was making.
"You can go deeper," he rasped with a smiled. "Or you can rip me open, and spill my guts on our new sheets,"
"Which would you prefer?"
He took her hands from his lifting them. "You know...I don't know. You're the one with the knife."
She edged it deeper. He smiled, cupping her face.
"Deeper," he whispered. "I know how much you love to see me bleed."
He hand went down to the widening wound, his hand covered in his own blood. He pushed his hair back with a wince, wiping his lip, as she moved the knife away from him.
He grinned. The streak of blood on his bottom lip, smudged across his face like lipstick. He kissed her roughly, his blood warm against her skin, as he slid inside her, the warmth of him surrounding her.
And somehow, even though there was blood in his hair, On his lips and hands, she wasn't scared.
"You ruined me," he whispered. "Stop making a mess of me, okay?"
