So, it's been quite a while since I've had anything at all to put up, thanks to Kat and Seb running away for a long holiday in Rio. That being said, this chapter is dedicated to Jez, because she was the one who finally coaxed them back. A big thank you to anyone who reviewed, alerted, or favorited this story while I was gone. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you like Power Rangers, be on the look out for a few fics I've had on my mind. I don't own Seb or Kat, I just play with them from time to time. I do, however, own much of their imagined history and most of these interactions. Once again, I'm sorry for the delay and I hope you consider this chapter worth the wait.

Faithless

By: Catty Rose

17. 100 Themes 11 - 20

Prompt # 001 – Mellow

"We should be fighting," Kathryn says offhandedly, her eyes hazy.

"Why," he asks instead, inhaling the cloyingly sweet scented smoke filling the air.

"Because," Kathryn says, waving a negligent hand lazily for emphasis. "It's what we do."

She explains slowly, as though talking to a complete moron, and Sebastian rolls his eyes in response. "Later," he promises, catching her hand as she gestures and kissing it. "For now let's just pretend things never got so fucked up between us."

"Pretend," she echoes, laying her head on his shoulder. "I can do that."

Prompt # 047 – Blush

"Kathryn," Sebastian murmurs, voice gravelly and low in her ear. She can't help but shiver in response, the sound running down her spine like warm honey as he wraps strong arms around her tiny waist and pulls her back into him. Immediately, her body fills with heat, want coiling low in her belly and setting her blood on fire.

"Mm?" Kathryn manages breathily in reply, the questioning sound turning into a moan as he began brushing kisses down her neck, and she feels his lips turn up into a smug smile at her reaction.

"Are you blushing?"

Prompt # 018 – Fatality

They are children of High Society, born with silver spoons in their mouths. They are Kathryn Merteuil and Sebastian Valmont. Beautiful, aloof, poised, intelligent, well-bred, and perfect – at least to outsiders. But printed words on the Society Page never tell the real story. Underneath it all, they are cunning, treacherous, deceitful, flawed, and malicious. In short, they are perfect for each other. But in world where politics and vices rule, emotion must give way to apathy and kindness to cruelty if one is to survive. And survive they do. The only fatality they suffer doing so is their love.

Prompt # 035 – Punch

The party is just beginning when Kathryn shares a glance with you. Her eyes are irritated, and a fake, unhappy smile graces her lips. A glance around the room reveals a girl wearing a very similar dress, and you instantly understand why. Giving your displeased lover a wicked smile of your own, you make your way across the room to her. Halfway there, when you're sure she's watching, you pretend to stumble and spill your punch all over the white silk of the other woman's dress, ruining it. You apologize of course, but it's not genuine. Kathryn's smile, however, is.

Prompt # 030 – Collide

Kathryn is fifteen when her life once again collides with Sebastian's. But unlike the fantasies locked away in her unbeating heart, their reunion is not happy. They do not meet again as friends or lovers, as both had always thought the would, but rather as siblings. And as years of history between them collide with a very unwelcome present, they find themselves struggling to survive the changes. Their souls had always belonged to each other, and unsurprisingly, they find themselves uncaringly diving head first into a more destructive version of what they had once been, knowing their ending is inevitable.

Prompt # 068 – Harm

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kathryn murmurs, tears streaming down her face as she clutches Sebastian's hand desperately. "Just don't leave me, 'Bastian, please," she begs, squeezing his hand. Her pride had long since flown out the window at the thought of losing the one person in her life that actually mattered. "Please," she repeats again desperately, leaning closer. "I love you..."

Sebastian groans, his eyes fluttering open at the words. "Took you," he grumbles, holding his aching chest, "Took you long enough to say that..." he finishes weakly, his eyes sliding closed.

Prompt #033 – Kneel

You smile triumphantly as you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your overheated skin, the silk of your skirt ghosts across the sensitive skin of your thighs with each movement. It's a sensual onslaught, and you shiver with anticipation, looking up at Sebastian from underneath your lashes, green eyes sparkling mischievously. "Kathryn," he croaks, eyes darkening as you lick your lips, slender fingers deftly undoing his belt and pants, "We're going to get caught."

Uncaring, your hand reaches for your prize, giving it a squeeze. "Want me to stop, then?"

"Never," he hisses.

Prompt # 055 – Accent

"I don't get it. What do you see in him?" a thirteen year old Sebastian asked, tugging on his curls in frustration. "He's not even handsome!"

A younger Kathryn sighed, turning to look at him. "His accent sets him apart."

Absently, she began to brush her hair again, unaware of the effect her words had had."Let me get this straight," Sebastian snarled, eyes flashing. "You're ignoring me because the asshole has an accent?"

Kathryn smiled wickedly in response. "Jealous?"

"No," Sebastian replied, stalking over and wrapping his arms around her tightly, "Just possessive."

Prompt #080 – Decay

Kathryn curls up in a ball on the floor, relishing in the sensation of cool tile under her cheek. She's burning, burning, burning – from the inside out – and were she not incoherent, she'd have probably made a joke about hellfire and sinners and her just desserts.

She had always thought they deserved each other. Once upon a time, they had. But he's dead, dead, dead and it's all her fault and she's pretty sure she deserves this. She'd been dead since he died, anyway. It just took her body longer to catch up to the rest of her.

Prompt #044 – Pretend

It's all an elaborate game of pretend, their lives. Every word, every action, every expression, and every emotion the public has ever witnessed from either of them is a lie. Their actions are filled with false niceties, their polite facades perfected and refined at an early age. Pretty lies drip from perfect lips like honey, their sugar-sweet words laced with poison, and yet others hang on every word because money is power, and so is beauty, no matter how wicked. Life had made their manipulation even easier, and that's something they delight in when masks fall and pretending suits neither.