Sin and Sun: A Where My Demons Hide Short

Motions - (Sin)

I didn't go home that night. I didn't go to any of my friends either. I knew, if Sun cared he'd be looking for me and I didn't want any of them to have to lie on my behalf. Instead, I stopped at a clothing store and a pharmacy to gather all the clothes and toiletries I'd need for that night and booked myself into a hotel.

Though I didn't get much sleep, I stretched my back out to prepare for practice the next day. I spent the night thinking of Sun and wondering if I could walk away from him like I knew I had to. It was apparent I scared him—either that or the concept of being together didn't turn him on as it did me.

It was scary how much I wanted him—how much I wanted to reach across spaces just to kiss his lips and see if he would blush for me.

I exhaled and rolled over to stare at the bright, red numbers of the clock, slowly ticking down till morning.

After about an hour, I rolled to face away from it, waiting for the clock to go off so I could get up and wander through the day like a ghost.

When I showed up to practice the next day, Sun was waiting in my studio space.

Sighing, I dropped my bag and rested my hands on my hips.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He didn't speak. Instead, he rose from where he'd been sitting, sipping from a coffee and picked up another before walking over to me.

When he handed me the warm cup, everything in me said to ignore it. But I found myself caving and accepting it.

Sun framed the side of my neck, pushed to his toes and kissed me—actually, it was to press his mouth to mine. Frozen, my mind flickered through the different reaction I should put forth and I settled on gently pushing him from me.

He merely rushed me again, sending my coffee flying as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down to his kiss again.

Once more, I shoved, this time harder.

Sun didn't give up.

He tackled me to the floor, protecting the back of my head with his palm only to kiss me again. This time, I trembled and accepted his tongue, sucking it into my mouth until he moaned.

When I tangled my fingers in his hair, Sun groaned softly, deepened the kiss as he ground his hips downward to show me just how hard he'd become.

Yanking my mouth back, I looked up into his eyes and cleared my throat.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Kissing you." His voice cracked.

"Okay—why are you kissing me?"

"Because the concept of you wanting to chase me is foreign to me." He admitted. "The concept of anyone wanting to chase me, willingly is foreign to me. I'm not a catch, P'Sin. No man has ever walked into a room and said, that one—that one is mine."

"Because the men you deal with are idiots."

"P'Sin, I want you to come back." He told me. "I want you to come back to me."

Once the words left his lips, he pressed his forehead to my chest, and I couldn't help how happy those words made me.

"What are you trying to say to me?" I asked. "I need you to spell it out for me."

Stepping forward, he caught the front of my shirt in a fist. He lifted his face to mine.

"Make me yours." His voice was strong yet cracked with emotions.

I blinked. "Make you—we don't have a lot of time before I leave. Are you sure you want to start this now?"

"Yes."