Sugar And Spice // Ratched

Textile Enchantment

Her tongue played the Cat's Cradle in her mouth, swishing around the taste of his pre-ejaculate and savoring the odd trickle of salt he produced. She couldn't think about a single thought, everything seemed to come to her at once.

What the fuck did I just do? What the hell was that? I- what? I was just meant to bring him food. God his face. God his body. His eyes... Fuck. What just happened? This isn't like you. This is something Charlotte would do, not you! But fuck was he dripping with sweat and he was so needy. Stop. Oh my god. What did I just get myself into?

She couldn't stop thinking about how reckless and slutty that was of her. That wasn't something she thought she was capable of. She felt kind of disgusted at the thought of touching a man she had just met sixty seconds ago. That was ridiculously overwhelming, and she didn't even know if he had a disease, she had only every done anything with a man once, and that was a big mistake in nursing school.

That involved two receiving physical contacts and yet, being with Edmund felt so much more better than that experience would ever be and he didn't even have to touch her.

She was breathing heavy with glossy eyes and a crimson face from being so close to him, pumping him until he was begging for her.

"Fuck." she breathed heavily, rubbing her eyes before making her way up the stairs which led to the first floor.

She felt warm and paranoid, so when Huck came up to her out of nowhere she couldn't help but jump.

"Whoa," he put a few more inches between them as he followed her into the rec room. "I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?" he wondered with bewilderment.

"Yeah," she huffed out. "I'm fine, are you okay?" she asked as a diversion. She focused on her feet, the rise and fall of her chest, and then the patients around her that were playing checkers, reading books, drawing in blue and red at the tables, and the patients looking out the window as small beads of rain began to trickle down the thick and unbreakable glass. Anything to take her mind off what she had just done.

"Amora!"

"Huh? Sorry." she snapped into reality. She turned to meet Huck's beautifully worried face and couldn't help but feel even worse about her situation. She felt like she betrayed him in some way, but that couldn't be, there was nothing there, there'd never be anything there. There was nothing to feel betraying about.

"Yeah, so cough it up. What happened?" he asked. Amora swallowed hard against her throat again, wishing to be anywhere but work. For once, she wanted to leave more than anything.

"That Clergy Killer." she internally cringed for the lie she was about to spill to the one person she wanted to keep true to. "He freaked me out is all. I'm fine, I swear." she tried to chuckle to lighten the mood but Huck was clearly not buying it.

"Well honestly, I feel a bit offended. Lying to your best friend, how unlike you." he teased.

She bit her tongue.

If only he knew.

She took the comment as a sign of ease and instantly felt herself calm down. She swallowed hard again and sighed. She knew he knew the truth; that she was lying. Yet, he knew that he shouldn't press it on her to spill her secrets. He was generous and considerate when it came to emotions, and she loved him for that.

"I love you, Huck." she stared off into the nature behind the window. People started to crowd around the glass fixture as the rain began to beat heavier against the panes. On rainy afternoons everyone was allowed to watch movies together in the cafeteria before bed. It didn't rain often so the more permanent patients grew excited for the treat to come.