So I was waking up the other day and these words were being narrated into my head, and quick like a bunny I hopped to get it down in time.
Um... not sure what else to say about it actually.
Disclaimer: i am but a humble person with naught a nickel to my name. i do not own any teen titans either comics or shows, just some ideas which are apt to grow.
She wasn't worried about the bruises; those had already become like skeletons silently shoved into the closet –rumors hushed into silent observance. Most of the others had already assumed what was happening and none of them dared to speak of it for propriety's sake, not that she minded any. It wasn't really their business anyway. Wally certainly never said a word about it, though she knew it hurt him when he came around to find she wasn't there. And when she begged a few days reprieve and he caught sight of the various scrapes and bruises rippling across her flesh, he gallantly took care of his own needs and left well enough alone.
He was a good man, not exactly Mr. Perfect, but a good man. He didn't understand her need to continually dabble in the darkness, but he never stopped her from doing so –for which she was thankful. In return she never asked what he did on his missions away and never scolded him for the various lipstick traces that would sometimes appear on his collar. He never crossed the line though she knew -the line that she had been dancing on for months.
It wasn't the bruises that worried her at all… No, it was the way her heart fluttered whenever Raven slowly kissed her way up her thigh while her fingers dugs into her hips before those pearly teeth began tugging her lips so gently that it was absolutely maddening.
Jinx worried her bit as the sting of the ice dribbled its way along her abdomen. She had lost the battle for dominance today, and such she would be at her partner's mercy for the rest of the evening. She absently wished the empath hadn't used the blindfold; she rather would have liked to see the calm, slightly amused expression that she would no doubt be sporting.
They both had a need for this, for whatever this was. The darkness in each of them cried out for release and demanded their itches be scratched, and bloodily if possible. That's what they had told themselves when they had started, that it was just another form of stress relief. They had both spent so long dancing in traffic that they couldn't stand keeping to the sidewalk without screaming. It had been in the baby stages back then of course, with petty robberies and rushed sparring matches, when they pitted themselves against each other for all the wrong reasons.
Maybe that was why no one questioned them.
This.
They had seen it coming.
The dance had changed the moment they had spent their first night moving soft and slow, when the red marks left by razor blades had been replaced with lipstick.
She shivered as the cube reached its destination, lingering slightly before changing course to swirl across her chest. She found herself both anticipating and dreading the moment when the searing cold of the ice would be replaced by the scorching heat of wax.
It wasn't the bruises that scared her at all.
Her breath hitched as the empath placed a kiss on her temple while dripping the wax.
It was the mutual understanding that eventually darkness would overcome her and she wouldn't lift a finger to stop it.