greenroom (i hate you)

i hate you

Poised. Composed. Mature. All synonymous with Laura Peterson.

It was the essence of who she was, and it nearly spilled out of her. The pride she took in herself self-evident; anyone who had the pleasure of being in Laura's presence could feel it too.

The way she kept her posture straight, her eyes sharp, and her voice low and level.

Her posture. How her clothes fit her, falling from her frame just so. How her hair was always perfectly coiffed.

And Bradley Jackson hated it.

Bradley was wild; she ran hot. Composure was a challenge when she just felt so much.

Bradley hated Laura Peterson.

She hated the way she'd chastise Bradley for interrupting, when it was Laura who cut her off first. She hated the contrast between the two of them when they were in the same room. One woman the picture of calm, the other nearly radiating with the intensity of everything she felt.

Bradley hated the way Laura would look at her, almost smug, daring Bradley to look away first.

She hated the way Laura knew.

She knew Bradley would follow her into her dressing room the moment Laura's eyes so much as lingered on hers. And once she followed, Bradley hated the way it felt so good to feel those strong, commanding hands grab her thighs, her dress inching itself up as she got backed against the vanity.

Bradley Jackson hated Laura Peterson.

Direct, smug, and so, so gentle with her, Laura Peterson.

Bradley wanted to ruin her. To wreck every inch of her, until the façade was gone, and all that was left was raw and exposed for Bradley to devour.

Bradley wanted to end her. To fuck her. To be fucked by her.

And she shouldn't want it so bad, she really shouldn't.

She was an adult who had full control of her behavior, adult enough to land herself on national television, even. This mommy shit Laura did was so infuriating.

But on nights like these, when she finds herself pinning the brunette down, and Laura whimpers, "Oh Bradley. please, please, please..." like it's a prayer she can't help but recite. One only Bradley can answer...well. At the end of the day, she knows she'll keep coming back to Laura Peterson.

Maybe Bradley really just hated herself.