Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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You barely took note that you had fallen asleep during your train of thoughts, only when you wake up dose that occurs to you. Not astonished to find yourself in the exact same touchy position as before, you carefully push yourself against Jamie closer, head rested on his collar with tranquil breaths. He was still asleep, damn, how could anyone rest for so long and still look so perfectly disastrous? The deep and dark eye bags resembling eyeliner more than anything natural; kinda strange how corpse like that made him look in this dim light.
You decide to just keep up your deplorable gawking up, as your eyes take their sweet time looking over him. Such a drop dead gorgeous human he was, such a perfect slender frame with defined features, and that sharp face of his; such aesthetic symmetric angles You were so observed that you barely took note of your fingers inquisitively stroking along his side's all the way down to his hips gently, drowned in thoughts varying from tranquillity to fear. "I know your awake Jamie." You buzz gently, noticing the smirk on his face widen as you do so.
"Ah, no fair ya damn killjoy. It's no fun when people know what ya are up to." His eyes open just a crevice, as if still adjusting to the light streaming in from the window. "Well too bad then, you just have to work on your act then. But if your start breathing all excited when someone touches you, then it's a dead giveaway." You wit with a clever voice, placing a kiss on his neck "Smart girl, someone pays good attention to details. I shoulda known better." Jamie huffs jokingly as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.
"That's what you get for being so agitated all the time, too twitchy and impulsive for your own good." You wisecracks with a knowing tune, getting a toothy grin in return. "Can't be helped around someone like ya Kitty." Jamie mutters with facetious undertone, sticking out his tongue at you skittishly. "Ha. Ha. Very funny Fawkes, really classy. Your flattery is lamer than your jokes." You announce sarcastically, rolling your eyes in a unwanted staged manner.
"Hey now, I speak nothing but the truth doll. Told ya I don't much like pretty girls like ya being all stubborn and feisty. It's fun n' all, makes it a little more challenging, n' therefore rewarding when I do get my way eventually. But ya know, I am not a patient sorta bloke." Rat grunts irritated, hands already running alongside your torso again, slyly cupping over your bruised chest with coarse hands. "I just really, really wanna fuck some manners in t' ya Y/N. I just want to hear ya scream for me, and ya have no idea how much it tears me apart waiting." He purrs with a high strung tune, a certain threatening timber in his words, before mellowly licking over one of the harsher bites affectionately.
You squirm under the slight burning sensation of the touch, attempting to remain silent which just didn't seem to work at that moment. "W-Well, patience is a virtue, and lust a sin. So get your head out of the gutter and wait, I promise it won't be too much longer..." You defend yourself clumsily, just one or two more days, how hard could it be to keep his head occupied with something else, anything else? "Really? Ya are non-obligatorily going t' let me have ya? Darl, I might not have a PHD, but even I have trouble believing that. The way I see this silly conundrum will play out, ya are just trying t' buy some time. But let me tell ya sweetie, that won't work forever." Rat growls dangerously, tenderly biting into your shoulder again as if to remind you of your fragile position as long as you were here; in a lawless hellhole.
