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I know you've daydreamed of fucking me.

Undressing with your hands instead of your eyes.

It's okay-really it isn't-because I've done the same with

him.

I am aware of every cell at any given time.

I know where he is with my eyes closed, my back turned.

His movements are outlined in blue.

You are dormant green.

Take me.

I just want to know what flesh feels like.

Your cool skin turned red from my touch.

Manipulate you to take me.

He watches me now.

I see around my head.

His ice tips falling over his marble forehead.

I am aware of every strand.

Your eyes pierce my skull.

You try to penetrate my consciousness.

Make me love you.

I do. I love your pain, raw, emotion.

I want you to penetrate more than my mind.

He lingers now, presses his lips over my ear.

I can smell the tension coming from the green.

The blue soothes. The green seethes.

I am lost in color.

Suddenly, I am alone.

You removed him and went to bed with me.

Door locked. Sheets secured.

I am yours now.

The way I want it…?

"This can't go on."

It's late. 2:14 AM late. It's not We-Shouldn't-Be-Up late but not exactly time to be flipping pancakes either. That makes it the time between say-it-now-before-it's-too-late and save-it-for-later. The time when the best worst events are formed. I can't fucking wait.

"You are mine. We had a deal."

I pause but nothing that comes out is premeditated.

"Body and mind are two different things."

He's mad now. I challenged him. I challenged him at 2:15 AM. This 'otta be good.

"I promised you one thing that doesn't mean it comes with another," I sit up to make myself clearer. "You may buy a set of newly sharpened knives but the meat comes separately. What you want wasn't part of the deal."

He moves so quickly I hardly realize him pinning me down onto the bed until he is already sneering into my face.

"I may not have bought the meat but that can easily be rectified." His hot saliva drips quietly and in little amounts onto my cheek. I've really pissed him off now. He lowers his face even closer, his teeth caressing my ear. "Don't test me."

Then he turns. He nuzzles his face into my neck, moving aside my dark hair, like a vampire readying his victim for the best part. We takes his hand away from mine and drags it up my neck, forcing my head back. I don't even fight it. I'm used to it. His thumb feels every vein up and down my neck. He is intoxicating. At least that's what I think is the reason why I don't fight him anymore. I want him to have me. Own me. Take me wherever he pleases. I don't have to think or understand. He does it all. I like that. I want that. But I also want to run.

Pietro…

"...what?"

Another fuck up.