Revenge of the Quickies

Back in the old blog days, I used to write a quick fic every once in a while.  I kind of miss those, so I’ve decided to start them up again.  This time, I’ve given it a little bit of a twist.  I’m going to turn the radio on and write a song inspired by the next song I hear.  I thought that could be fun.

Anyway, here is the first one (in what hopes to be a long line of quickies).


Inspiration: Stay by Rihanna ft Mikky Ekko

When he looks at me, I ache inside.  It’s somewhere between desire and pain.  I try not to look at him, but he always draws my eyes no matter how much effort I put into breaking his hold.  It makes me hate him. It makes me want him.

I move away as far as I can, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him.  He smiles at me. It’s tense, making his perfect, sinfully delicious looking lips nothing more than a line.  The smile doesn’t even reach his eyes.  I think I’ve upset him, but it is for the best.

“Well, then, why won’t you stay?” he asks, voice stained with annoyance.

I don’t answer at first. Instead I look to the door, mere inches away, promising freedom from a conversation I didn’t want to have.  He never knows when to leave well enough alone.

He shakes me gently when I don’t respond, forcing my attention back to him.  I don’t have an answer, but I force myself to mutter something. Anything.

“Gotta work in the morning,” is my reply.  Even to my own ears, I don’t sound sure.

He steps closer to me until he is towering over me.  He drops the fake smile and lets the hurt fill his features.  It causes the ache inside me to heighten.

“No, you don’t. It’s Saturday.” He brings a hand to my face and brushes away a stray hair.  His hurt turns into insecurity. “Don’t you still want me?”

It’s a silly question.  Of course I still want him.  How could I not? But the intensity of my feelings terrify me.  If I give in, I’ll have to deal with my emotions though I’m not ready to.

Now, I’ve hurt him. Again. Because I’m not ready to feel.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. Never have.  Just give it a chance,” he says as he leans in. “Stay. Please. Just stay.”

All I ever want to do is please him.  His plea is very hard to ignore.  And, despite my resistance, I want nothing more than to spend the night.  I push my fears aside and give in to let what happens, happen. I stand on the tips of my toes, press my lips against his, and give in to what we both want.

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