ReConstruction |SW | ✔️

|eleven|

so excited to write this chap! *squuueaaalll!!!!* probably even more than chap. Eight.

Enjoy!

Songs by Ellie Goulding.

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(Part One if Chapter Begins: Song -- Burn -- Ellie Goulding)

Every sensation Rika had spent the last years trying to suppress flared to life.

She was crushed between the tiny of space between him and the tree, and she could feel every single inch of him. The hardness of him body, his hips pinning hers against the tree, the roughness of his hand on the bare skin of her waist that's shirt had written up.

But still, she stayed frozen while those ludicrous lips held her captive, and time froze. "Kiss me, Lil," Poe bites her bottom lip. "Kiss me back." He mummers. The last her resolve broke

She moaned into his mouth and opened her mouth wider, letting him deepen the kiss. One hand wrapped around his neck while she buried the other in the thick and wavy dark brown hair.

He kissed like a man thirsty for water. Pressing their lips together until their lungs gasped for air while his tongue explored her mouth. Their teeth clanged in their desperation to be as close possible -- although that none of them would ever admit, the incident of the two almost dying, or believed dead, had left the two of them scarred and gave had given them a desperate need to not waste any moment of in each other's arms.

The cloud of doubt and hesitation suddenly started flowing in around them, as the instinct that screamed at them to pay attention to what they were doing was louder. What the fuck are you doing, Rika? Her head asked her, she stopped slightly, so did Poe, as he must've heard the voice too. But then the both of them decided to keep the moment until reality hit.

There was sense of urgency between them now. She ran a hand along his jaw, he growled and pinned her against tree again, his hands gripped her hips tightly, his movements were becoming rougher and hungrier while she wrapped her arms around his neck

You shouldn't be doing this. She ignored it without a second thought. He was a whirlpool and she was the unfortunate person to be taken into the riptide with it. It was torture. But it was blissful torture.

REMEMBER WHY YOU LEFT! She jerked away with a gasp. "We can't do this," she moaned. Uselessly trying to back away from him, even when she knew that she was already pressed against the tree. One step and she would be once again pressed up to every inch of him.

"Can't or won't?" Poe challenged. "Because I'm pretty sure that you didn't mind it when I kissed you like that before you died." She didn't miss how that his jaws clenched, and how it gave her stomach stupid butterflies that she would need to murder later.

"I left for a reason!" Rika snaps back instead. "Why can't you understand that?" She was running out of spaces to run.

"I love you." Poe's eyes continued burning. He ran a finger from Rika's elbow to her shoulder then to her collarbone. She shivered, and she was sure that it had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. "You can't deny it; you feel it too." The hand he had on Rika's neck returned to her shoulder, and the other rose up to meet the bark where her head was leaned against, efficiently trapping her. "I love you." He repeats. "And I'm not letting you go again."

Rika shook her head. "No," she says. "No." She repeats, almost fearfully. Then she tore from his grasp then ducked his arms and all but sprinted away.

"You can't deny it!" Poe calls to her. She could practically feel his smirk through her back.

Bastard. She scowls. But at the same time, she couldn't help touch her bruised and swollen lips.