Guns & Roses (WATTYS 2017)

eleven - scares & snacks

AU - SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES, MY COMPUTER IS CURRENTLY BROKEN SO THIS IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY MOTHER'S IPAD (BOBBY BRIGGS <3)

ELEVEN - SCARES & SNACKS

    "Bullshit." I snap, firmly crossing my arms over my chest. Leaning all my weight onto one hip, I give churro my best "I-know-your-secrets" face.
    "What?" He frowns, shocked enough to cause him to step back against the wall.
    "Look, Churro, I'm sure that you get a lot of girls. You're a solid 7-8-"
    More like 15.
    "-but I know that some guys like to play the field and make it into a game. Maybe you faked the whole shooting thing or whatever, just so you can get into my panties. Well guess what, Churro?"
    I get right up in his face, frowning in threatening anger, almost as if I'm going to burn a hole in his face with my bare stare.
    "I am not some stupid white girl. So there."
    And I step back, and place my hands on my hips. My heart is swelling with self-pride, I am so proud of my bad-ass-ness lately. What's bad boy going to say to that truth-storm?
    His mouth gapes, open, closed, repeat, like Nemo when he fell into the dentist's sink. Wait, does that make me Darla? No, focus, Katya.
    He closes his mouth for the last time, and something in his eyes twitches, his jaw jumping with forced grips. I hold my breath. My pride is slowly sinking into regret and questions. Maybe I'm the stupid one here.
    He whirls around on his heel for a moment, his shoe-covered feet stamping on the ground like Godzilla's rampage. He goes to the bedside table, yanking the drawer so hard that it almost falls from the base. He rummages around in the drawer for a moment, and I move behind him to try and see what he's looking at.
    But the moment my chest hits his back, he turns, and I feel cold metal stamped against my forehead.
    Oh.
    My.
    God.
    Luka breathes heavily, mint and heat floating down to touch my forehead, well, any part of it that's not covered by the barrel of a handgun.
    My back is against the wall, and I'm stuck and I have no idea what the hell I am supposed to do. Was this his plan all along? To drag me back to his house so he could shoot me and skin me and turn me into a "katya-suit"?
    "Luka-"
    "Your "humor" is going to get you into trouble one day, Katya." He hisses, interrupting me effectively. I snap my mouth shut and gulp down a swallow.
    "What you just said, or anything similar...You never say to someone like me. Unless-" And his finger moves against the safety, turning it off with a click.
    My heart literally jumps straight out of my chest.
    "You want a hole through your head."
    I nod slightly, and he moves away from me, removing the barrel of the gun from my forehead and I exhale with a deep deep gasp. I look at my hands out in front of me, and they're shaking like an old falling leaf.
    "Oh, and for your information, gringita-" He says, whilst putting the gun back in the drawer. "I am definitely more than a 7-8." He chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair.
    "You are a lunatic." I whisper under my breath.
    "Only for you baby." He jokes back and I just frown at him with a slightly grunt of disapproval.
    I watch as Luka settles onto his bed, and begins moving his hands to the hem of his shirt, beginning to pull it up.
    "Dude!" I snap, covering my eyes with my hand.
    Chuckle. "Gringita, if you got it flaunt it. Which is a motto I highly suggest you follow."
    I scoff, and turn my back to him.
    "You know you want to look."
    "No." Yes. Yes. Yes.
    "Suit yourself."
    Without looking up at him, I sit at the foot of the bed, my back to him.
    There is silence, except for the ticks of an iphone's keypad, and...
    Crinkle.
    I turn around quickly. Food.
    "Seriously?" He asks, his hand, which is holding a handful of chips, hovering in front of his chest. His chest. Damn.
    No, Katya, food. Important. Hot. No.
    "I'm hungry." I mumble.
    "Well, in Casa de Luka, no one eats my food without a little payment."
    "I don't have any money...Oh. No, perv." I scoff, pretending as if it is not the most intriguing offer I've ever heard.
    "Either way, I'm pretty sure you grabbing me in the alley was payment enough." I snap, my tone so extremely bitchy.
    "Ah, you see that was a bit of an exchange. It was a, how do you say? Symbiotic relationship?"     "How?" I ask.
    "You see," He says, leaning forward and crunching into one of the chips. "You got to hide from him." He licks the salt from his lips slowly. "And I got what I wanted." His voice is so unbelievably raspy and husky that I have to take a moment to think about what he just said. But just the way his lips look..are so soft...The way strands of his hair curl over his forehead no matter how many times he ruffles them back...
    He's the perfect bad boy.
    And he's perfectly bad for me.
    Like a bag of lime tortilla chips, so filled with calories, but oh so perfect on the tongue.
    Maybe just a little taste.
    My crafty mind switches on in that moment, and I can feel a Luka-like smirk growing on my face.
    "Fine." I say nonchalantly.
    "Huh?" He asks, so shocked that he drops a chip.
    "Come here." I whisper, my voice low and smooth.
    He just stares at me for a moment, scanning my eyes for any sign of humor. Then, he tightens his sharp jaw, and his classic grin plasters on his pillowy lips.
    He doesn't move though, so I move in like a tiger stalking its prey.
    I move forward on my hands, curving my back and leaning into his ear. His breathing is shallow suddenly, and I can feel his hands begin to move up my thighs. I reach back and snap them away, taking his cheeks in my hands.
    I draw my face closer to his, trailing my hands from his face and down to his hands. His eyes are piercing, completely focused on only me, never leaving mine.    
    I lean in, and my lips lightly graze the corner of his lips, and I smile mischievously. I can hear him inhale sharply, and I can smell his cologne strongly.
    "Katya-" He begins to say something when I wrap my hands around the bag of chips next to his hand and grab it, leaning back onto my heels.
    "Gracias, Churro."

Hope you liked this update, and I am so so so so so sorry for the tardiness. I have a few announcements:
WATTY AWARDS:
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PARAGUAY:
I WILL BE AWAY FOR TWO WEEKS FROM FRIDAY, I AM DOING A SERVICE TRIP IN PARAGUAY.