Impossibly inlove...(doctor who)

Impossibly inlove...(doctor who)

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I panted slightly from my crouched position in the darkened ally. Hearing load footsteps stomp down on puddles in which were slowly forming on the pavement. My midnight hair, clung to me in a tatty formation, as my eyeliner formed black streaks down my pale, though slightly flushed cheeks. He can't of found me already, he's good but not that good, I'm one hell of a lot better. I slowly peaked my head over the top of a stinking garbage pile, my breath coming out in rigid pants. I saw his scowling face, red in anger as his eyes dart sharply round almost calculating everything. As his soulless green eyes darkened and narrowed slightly as he caught sight of my hair, a devilish smirk on his disgustingly cruel face. "Shit" I whispered
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"Remind me to get you shades." He shifted his weight off the counter, as he stepped onto the floor. "Whyy?" "So I don't fall for that eye thing." "What eye thing?" I asked, as my eyes gave away a puppy dog look. "Or a blindfold would do." "That would be interesting." "It would." I tightened my thighs, as he grew closer. "Just imagine the things you could do to me." I let out, with him standing an inch of a distance from me. If that wasn't bad enough, he hovered over me, brushing my hair behind my ear, as he spoke in a soft tone, "I have a list. But would you be able to handle it?" "Try me." I bit my lip, as our eye contact remained interlocked. "You're pushing it Blair." "Am I?" I twisted his shirt, drawing him closer. "Is this turning you on Dylan?" I let out, as his tone grew soft, "Say my name like that again." "Like what?" I playfully whispered, with a subconscious grin across my face. His hands grew tight, as I felt a shiver rush down my spine. "Dylan." I mumbled, as a part of me wondered what it would feel like to get just a taste of him.. "Much better." His index finger lifted up my chin, as I spoke against the haze he had clouded my mind with. "This really is doing something to you isn't it?" "In all honesty Blair," he scoffed, as he effortlessly pushed away, "You aren't even half as good as you think you are." "What?" It took me a second to register what had just taken place; he used one of his tactics on me didn't he? That wasn't what concerned me though. What was worrying was that I almost fell for it. "Your flirting really needs some work."

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