+Don't Make Me Regret This++Karl Heisenberg+

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Valera's mind swirled for hours on end around Heisenberg's words. No one had said words with so much meaning before, and now here was this guy who practically kidnapped Valera and he was making her stomach flutter and flop every time the words replayed in her head. She was special. She was important. She was needed.

She stared at the wall and let her stomach do flip after flip, her mind bending constantly to try and turn the words into something of lesser meaning as a last defense, but there was no way to twist them. There'd been too much emotion, too much care for her mind to defend itself. So it gave up. 

Valera's face flushed brightly as she came to terms with the current state of her mind. No matter how many times she'd try to deny it or try to change her own mind, it was already set. Her mind had settled that Heisenberg was the man. More specifically, the man of her dreams, much to her displeasure. 

Heaving a deep sigh, she cast her hands over her face and closed her eyes, trying to change her mind in some way. She lightly hit her head on her knees, and didn't notice Heisenberg come in until her forehead hit the palm of his hand instead of her knee. Her face flushed and she upright quickly, her head swiveling towards him. 

"Doing alright there, buttercup?" he laughed. Valera's heart beat a little faster at the nickname and she immediately tried to calm herself down.

"I'm fine." she said stiffly. Heisenberg raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't seem like it. Seems more like you've got a stick up your ass." he said, crossing his arms.

"I'm okay, don't worry. Just thinking." she said. Heisenberg smirked but didn't say anything and instead decided to fluster Valera more.

"Give me a scar tour. A tour of how you got all them." Heisenberg said, sitting down now. Valera stared at him.

"What?" she asked. Heisenberg tilted his head to the side with a bit of a dumb grin.

"Tell me how you got all them." he said. Valera's mind took a minute to process the request before she finally just nodded.

"Um, where do you want to start? There's quite a few." she said. Heisenberg smiled.

"Let's work from the bottom up." he said, sitting back in the chair. Valera just gave a bit of a nod and looked at her legs, as she had shorts on now. She pointed to the little discoloration in her knee.

"This is... from when I was 6. I fell off my bike and then down a hill. This little section up here was from when I first fell on the concrete, then the rest of it was from the hill." she said. Heisenberg hummed and looked over the knee before nodding and motioning for Valera to continue. She thought a minute before pointing to some burn marks on her upper thigh.

"From an asshole I dated. His favorite past time was to stick his cigarettes into my leg." she said. There wasn't many, but there were enough that it was once a decent problem. Heisenberg reached out, surprising Valera a little. His fingers lightly traced the marks, making her skin tingle in the slightest. He did this, of course, to get a bit of a rise out of her, and her tensing up was enough of a rise for him. She relaxed again when he leaned back once more. Valera's mouth now felt dry, but she continued anyway.

"This one is from my mom, what I told you earlier. The gunshot wound." she said. She lifted her shirt in the slightest to reveal the mark left on her side. It wasn't a pretty sight. There was an indent in the skin where the bullet had travelled as well as a mark around the perimeter of the initial wound that looked something similar to a birth mark. 

"The outer stuff was from being shot from, y'know, point-blank." she said. Heisenberg hummed once more and Valera watched as he reached out and let his hand gently wrap around her side. His thumb carefully fit in the indent of the bullet and rubbed over it. Valera was already flustered enough before another idea came into Heisenberg's mind. He quickly grabbed the other side of her waist and tugged her forwards a little on the bed. A little gasp filled the air and Heisenberg held back a grin as he quickly understood that his idea had worked. Valera looked away and tried to regain a normal state of breathing. 

"U-um, anyways..." she took a deep breath in before pointing towards a long scar that ran from the bottom of her elbow to her shoulder and wrapped around the front of the shoulder. Heisenberg looked at it with peak interest, wondering how such an intricate scar had been formed.

"That was from a trip to the BSAA. Trying to get me to do something." she said simply. Her mind froze, as did her body. She didn't remember that. That just came to her on the spot. Her mouth hung open a bit and fascination filled Heisenberg's gaze.

"Interesting." was all he said. Valera still sat there a little longer, barely taking notice of the bottle of alcohol that Heisenberg then seemed to be holding. When she'd overcome her shock, she took full notice of the bottle.

"Has that been here this whole time?" she asked. Heisenberg looked over at it and nodded.

"Just about." he said. Valera reached out towards it and he handed it to her, allowing her to take a nice long swig before doing so himself. The alcohol stung her throat as she swallowed and it really didn't have a very good taste either, but it relieved her mind of shock and calmed her down to where she could continue the scar tour. Heisenberg seemed to be taking a hefty about of alcohol in as she started on the miniature scars on her face.

By the time she got to the bigger scars that ran along her face, both her and Heisenberg were at least the littlest bit drunk. Both their movements were more flirty and relaxed, easing up the air in the room as well. Valera pointed to a scar that ran across her eyebrow.

"Some asshat in Canada tried to fight me, and I'm pretty sure I didn't kill him. I think I just hurt him pretty damn bad." Valera said.  They drank more and more until there were no more scars and they were drunk quite out of their minds. Silence came to the room as Heisenberg reached forwards and carefully grabbed her cheek, first focusing on the scar and then focusing on her. Her cheeks felt warm from both the alcohol and the contact, and her mind was floating around. It seemed both the drunken people were acting on whims or at least thinking about acting on them. Heisenberg had his eyes trained on Valera's lips and Valera didn't stop him as he inched closer. 

She did her best to resist the urge to close the gap between them, screaming at herself that she'd regret it. She and him just stared at each other for a while. There was nothing in her mind that would make her bridge that gap other than desire, but her willpower was stronger than that, even when she was drunk.

"Valera..." Heisenberg muttered. It came out a little similar to somewhat of a whimper. There was one thing that would make her bridge the gap. And it was that.

"Oh, fuck it." she muttered. She grabbed a handful of Heisenberg's shirt and tugged him in, connecting their lips and tangling one hand in her hair. She figured neither of them would remember it in the morning, so why the hell not. 

She tangled one hand in his hair quickly, gently moving him closer, while he had one firm hand on her waist and another still holding Valera's cheek. Valera was a bit of a mess in mere seconds, panting a little and starting to tug at Heisenberg's loose hair a little. Heisenberg was calm in the meantime,  trying to slow down Valera. He pulled away after a minute and looked her deep in the eye.

"Slow down, buttercup, we've got time to waste..." he mumbled through half slurred speech. Valera gave him a bit of an exasperated look.

"I'd rather not remember this."

(A/N: I am tired so I'm going to bed, i love you all so much and thank you for being patient for me to return from vacation. I'm too in love with this fanfiction to just leave it unfinished while in editing, so don't worry about that. No matter what, I will always be back. Luv uuuuuuu <333333)