[ he tries to jerk away from the kiss, too, but she has him by the hair. fine. he relents. which is to say — he doesn't pull away when she goes in for the kiss, but he also makes no effort to reciprocate. she may as well be kissing a rock.
it's almost funny, how easily he plays into her hands. "you can do better than that." it's almost like permission. like she hit a switch in his brain reminding him that he could retaliate.
the smart part of him — as small as it may be — tries to drag him back to common sense. she wants this. she wants him to try something, to break his word, so she can break hers. the girl. his myriad of newly healed scars ache with the reminder of everything she's already done to him. isn't this better? shouldn't he lean into this instead?
that's why his tune changes from "don't" to ]
I'm not playing any games with you. I'd rather get it over with.
no subject
it's almost funny, how easily he plays into her hands. "you can do better than that." it's almost like permission. like she hit a switch in his brain reminding him that he could retaliate.
the smart part of him — as small as it may be — tries to drag him back to common sense. she wants this. she wants him to try something, to break his word, so she can break hers. the girl. his myriad of newly healed scars ache with the reminder of everything she's already done to him. isn't this better? shouldn't he lean into this instead?
that's why his tune changes from "don't" to ]
I'm not playing any games with you. I'd rather get it over with.