Breathless
A/N: Durarara now. I love this pairing so much.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: Possible OoC-ness
He leaves her breathless and begging.
As always.
He never intends to finish what he started.
No, she doesn't mean sex. She means something shallower.
Breakfast, he cooks good (his and only his meals) but then he leaves her to do the rest; cooking, washing, etc.
Paperwork, he does two files and leaves fifty for her.
Cleaning, he wipes dust off of one book and leaves the entire house to her.
Shopping, he gives her the grocery list (with broad words like bathing materials, cleaning supplies, and the like) and leaves her to think of what he really means by those.
Typing, he types the first sentence and leaves her to finish ten pages worth of reports.
Sleeping, he often falls asleep on his desk leaving her to either place a blanket on him or drag him to bed only to have him awake and hyperactive two minutes later.
Researching, he gives her the outline (with generic terms) and leaves her in the expanse of the library.
In everything he does, he leaves her to finish it.
But he is childish and sentimental to her.
He orders her to finish it; she declines with a poker face.
He asks her to finish it; she turns her back to him.
He begs her, she starts to walk away.
He embraces her leg, she shakes him off.
He hugs her waist and buries his face on the crook of her neck, she ignores him.
He nuzzles and kisses her neck; she asks him why and tells him to stop.
He pouts on her skin and continues; she merely rolls her eyes and shakes him off.
He lets go of her, she stops moving; all is quiet.
He sighs and calls her name childishly, she asks him why with a frustrated tone in her voice.
He tells her to finish it; she faces him and tells him that he should finish what he started because she is sick and tired of doing it for him.
He smiles—smirks—places a hand on her cheek and caresses her face, he asks her if he should really finish. She groans and rolls her eyes again, telling him that he should.
He places the other hand on her hip, rubbing her bone with his thumb. He asks her if he should finish it right now. She cries out angrily, telling him to finish it right now and to stop acting like a child—spoiled brat.
He smirks and presses close to her, breathing onto the corner of her lips. She gasps as she sees that all-too familiar glint in his eye if he's planning something.
He presses his lips beside hers and she instantly feels as if she is being tricked into becoming—"something". . .
He repeats over and over, until her skin is moist and hot. She pulls away only to be pulled onto him once again.
He nuzzles her skin; her cheeks, her neck, her forehead—he breathes her name over and over.
She finds herself between his body and the bed sheets. He is still, he stares at her.
She asks him if he'll tell her to finish. He smirks and rests his forehead on top of hers. He covers her body with his; entangling a hand in her hair, her legs in between his, her chest pressed to his.
He whispers her name.
He kisses her.
A/N: First Durarara fic of mine, what do you think? Read and review please.