" I am the sea, and nobody owns me. "
Born with a gift that's seen as a curse, a young woman must try to regain some kind of normalcy in a world that sees her as a monster.
Suicide Squad | Sunny Scribbles 2023
Bloodsport| Robert DuBois| Mature Rating
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Those few seconds before their lips met, that was when she truly knew she was in trouble. It may have been the way his thumbs pressed into her naked hips or the way his warmth washed over her just before his soft lips brushed hers, honestly she was unsure. It was everything, every little detail down to the way he paused just before he leaned in, or the way her stomach knotted so hard she could feel it up through her chest. The way he had made her feel was exhilarating, embarrassing, and intoxicating, everything that had led them up to that moment was washed away in the tide as he finally embraced her.
Amila had been abandoned and left for dead so many times, maybe this would be yet another to add to that list, just another civilian that would outcast her, and alienate her from feeling even an ounce of love while discarding her like the demon she was. But those intrusive thoughts would be pushed wayside as Robert's hands greedily tightened against her skin, their kiss deepening as the two of them became enthralled in each other while sinking into the sea.
Waves crashing around them, rain pouring in endless layers, they melted into each other. A thunderous clasp from above rattled the water, only hastening their gravitational pull towards one another, as they'd ended up just on the cusp of where the water met the sand. Hard waves still rolling past them, and a hurricane only growing more chaotic above, Amila had only a few moments of pause as she sat with him on the sand, half-naked and having a choice. Robert sat with her, his forehead pressed against hers, and in those few seconds, Amila broke the tension, closing the gap between them. The waves roared around them, careful to not wash them out, hard white caps softening just as they reached the shore at their feet, Amila's control on the water around her began to thin the longer Robert's touch remained.
Their clothes were completely discarded, Robert's body pressed and held above her, afraid the tide would take her away, completely unaware that the woman below him was the reason he hadn't already been swallowed up by the sea. His warm breath pressed into her neck, causing her body to arch for him, their hands entwined above her and digging into the sand as she tightened her hips around his. Her moans quieted only by the raging storm around them as he fully pressed himself into her, Robert's limbs trembling in ecstasy with each rhythmic thrust. Their bodies were fully exposed to the elements as the hurricane continued to trudge along the Maine coast, and regardless of how early in the morning it was, the sky continued to darken with the oncoming rain and high winds. Robert's pace quickened, with it came less control and slowly the sea grew up past them and onto the beach. Rolling waves crashing over them, they struggled to keep their place in the sand.
