Into oblivion

Lust

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I think we're in his room now, it's a wide spaces two floors room. A chandeliers hangs in the centre of the high ceiling and it's then that I realise how beautiful the cleaning really is, I lean further into the mattress probably looking like a whole idiot right now but the carvings are nothing I've ever seen before, or at least not in person. His shuffling bring me back to him, I watch carefully as he gets the things he needs to fix my leg. His dark hair sits perfectly on his head as if he didn't just pick up a guy snapping him in half. He's wearing that suit again with his white sleeves rolled up showing of his tanned skin, a couple lines from his tattoos are peaking just at the very edge and I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't pay to see what they are.

"Careful, your mouths watering" he says as he stares down at the bandages without once looking over his shoulder, douche bag.

"I don't know what you're talking about" no yeah because that was believable Jesus fucking Christ.

"Mhm" he mumbles, finally spinning around towards me. He sits down taking me leg gently resting it on-top his lap. His hands softly skims the top of my thigh taking another look at the cut. I can't help but feel hot. Every part of my body is reacting to his every movement, every touch, every look, it's frustrating.

"He got you pretty good" his eyes glance towards mine "I'd offer you a drink but sober you already drives me crazy quite enough"

"Well it never gets as far as me getting drunk anyways"

"You don't like it?"

I stare at him, really stare at and realise this is an actual conversation where we haven't jumped at each others throats "I don't like anything that makes me lose control, it makes me sick, the dizziness and sway of it all- yeah no thank you"

"Well good" he looks away putting on some gloves "sober you is far better anyways"

I grin as I chuckle "I quite literally tried to kill you, I doubt you mean that"

"Oh I mean everything I say I can assure you that much. Plus, the key word is tried here" he smirks so proud "you failed"

"I wouldn't say failed, if I were you I'd say lucky"

"Well. I guess we'll just to wait and see just how lucky I can get, won't we"

"We?" I smile "no, the only thing WE have in common is the hate we hold for one another"

He comes closer at this whispering gently "yeah but see hatred can quickly become quite fun"

"Fun?"

He nods and I understand exactly what he means, though still, I'd never let myself fall that far. Feeling come and go, by the time Donte comes back it'll be over before I know it. He smiles getting back to my leg, pouring the clear liquid straight onto the open cut. The pain is insane of course but after years of it you kinda learn how to look past it, focus on something else. Don't get me wrong you still feel it but it's more like the pain is covered by a cloudy sheet, you can't see it clearly but you know it's there.

"Consider me impressed"

"Do I need stitches" I nignore his comment not wanting to make him think I'm interested in what he thinks.

He wipes away the extra blood that came out before looking back up to me "looks like it" his thumb begins to rub slow circles on my inner thigh keeping his green eyes persistently on mine, I know what he's doing and the annoying part is it's slightly working.