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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:14 pm
He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath.
Stay with me...?
"Is it... is it so wrong to just... want to have a connection with someone?" He whispered. Anyone. He thought he had found that connection with someone of lik mind as him. But that woman was dead. He thought he had mad a connection with a dear friend, a therapist, but he was dead. Even his weapon was silenced for who knew how long.
"I don't want to be alone."
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:47 pm
She didn't have to think about her answer before it was spilling from her lips like venom.
"Yes."
She paused and reached out, intent on brushing her fingers against the rippled, puckered skin of his back.
"Don't you see how it makes you? This .. this need for companionship? It's weak. It's crippling, Jerry."
Sasha felt lonely, felt a deep urge for something she didn't understand. It wasn't something simple, something she could explain. It was simply there. There was nothing soft or needy about it - just a demanding want for contact.
It was disconcerting, and she hated herself for it.
Sasha pulled back and tightly crossed her arms over her chest.
"It's better to be alone." Her voice was chilly, though an odd warmth threaded through the icy tones.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:52 pm
"Humans weren't built to be alone." His voice grew indignant.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:58 pm
Sasha snorted.
"We aren't normal humans, Jerry."
She sounded a little chiding.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:05 pm
"But we're still..." He shook his head, turning to see her, standing there, so close. Well. If she wasn't going to leave, then... he could at least get something out of encouraging her to do so. Without waiting for a reply, he lurched forward to press his lips against her's.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:34 pm
Sasha's first thought was not one of passion, nor was it one of disgust. It was a deep, perverse satisfaction that he was kissing her. Despite the way she'd treated him, despite the way she'd spoken to him the last time they'd interacted, he was kissing her here and now. There was something to be said for that rushing realization, and Sasha let herself enjoy it for a moment. She didn't push him away, didn't draw him closer - merely stood there and relished in the emotions that her realization evoked.
And then she bit him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:42 pm
She wasn't leaving, wasn't smacking him, it was like electric through them both and Jerry found his mind focusing on just the sensation of her touch, of her taste, her smell. At the sudden clamping of teeth on his lip, he gave a sharp gasp, trying to pull back but obviously, he was stuck. His grip tightened on her arms and suddenly he was hauling her upright and around, against the door frame with enough force that sent pain through his wounded shoulder but he didn't care, the pain was a reminder he was alive...
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:09 pm
There was a methodical way that Sasha moved, almost clinical in the way that she pressed down harder on his lip with her teeth.
How far could she push him? This was what she'd wanted when she'd brought him towels, wasn't it? He wanted her - that much was obvious. She had control of the situation.
She was in control. As long as she was in control, she'd play along.
Sasha liked the way he gasped, liked the way he hauled her about. She allowed it for now. Did he hate her? Did he despise her, even now? Sasha didn't care.
He was broken, it was true - but there was an energy within him that felt dangerous and volatile and beautiful and she wanted it.
For now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:39 pm
Maybe he just needed a bit of roughness just then. Anything. Physical touch, no matter what it was. Something to concentrate on. Love was intoxicating, invigorating, and he needed it. He needed it like air, more so than any of his other vices and he guided her around to try to sit her on the sink, only to yelp out as the bite grew sharper. He tried to pull away again, but he was, frankly, caught.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:55 pm
Sasha's fingers dug into his biceps, nails leaving behind pale little crescents as she shifted. She released his lip, studying the marks she'd left behind. It only took a moment for her to lift her eyes to meet his once more, head tilted to the side as she gave Jerry a thoughtful look. Her eyes were darker, her pupils enlarged, heavy-lidded.
Sasha let out a long, low purr as she threaded her fingers through his hair.
"Isn't it better this way?" She leaned in, brushed her cheek against his scarred one. "You can't stand me, not after the things I did to you and said to you - but this, Jerry. This isn't emotion or love or anything so complicated as that."
Her breath was undoubtedly hot against his skin.
"This is so simple. Raw."
Her thumbs brushed against the lobes of his ears, dug ever-so-gently into the hollows just below them.
"Uncomplicated. Don't you agree?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 1:10 pm
He gave a pained grunt as he nailed drifted dangerously close to his fresh wounds, before finally shoving her away, "No." He hissed, "No. Just... just... I can't. I want... I can't do this. I don't hate you," He managed, "But if that's how you feel about me... then just. Just... get out."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 2:17 pm
Sasha slipped from the cusp of the sink, nearly falling flat on her a** before catching herself.
It took a moment for her to realize what was going on, and when she did, her entire expression changed. Her lips curved into a sneer, her brows formed dark slashes over her eyes.
She gave a pointed look to the front of his pants before her eyes snapped back to his face.
"You don't want me to leave."
She hadn't gotten what she wanted yet.
"I don't love you, Jerry. I don't want a relationship. With you, with anyone." Sasha lifted her chin.
"I just want this. For now."
And it was making her irrationally angry that he was fighting her.
"So." With curt motions she straightened her skirt, tidied her hair.
"If you really want me to leave, I will." Her voice dropped.
"Is that what you really want?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 2:21 pm
Jerry took a moment to catch his breath, shifting uncomfortably as biology wrestled with rationality. It was a tremulous fight, with hidden knives and dirty tricks. Rationality liked to play clean, but biology had far too many dirty tricks.
He needed someone. Anyone. He probably had healthier options out there but his brain ached, muddled and still full of fog.
"Whatever you say. I still love you. And... and I think, deep down you don't hate me." He set his jaw, carefully trying to restick where some of his bandages had gone astray. "And that you need me as much as I need you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 2:27 pm
"I don't hate you. I don't love you. I just want to <********> you."
Sasha pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. This was ridiculous. She wasn't the most gorgeous woman on the island, nor was she hideous. What the ******** was his problem? Why did she care? She could find someone else on the island, of that she had zero doubt. Jerry was just. Comfortable. Vulnerable.
Violent. Volatile.
Maybe a little insane. Maybe even more than a little.
"I need this. However, I refuse to beg you, Jerry. I will not beg you."
No, she wouldn't beg, but she couldn't keep the desperate edge out of her voice.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 4:16 pm
He swallowed deeply, letting the sound of the running water for his neglected shower fill in the void the lack of Roar's two cents would have otherwise provide.
He debated his options.
"Alright." He finally conceded. At this point.... any intimacy was intimacy and beggars couldn't be choosers.
At least he wasn't dead. He just wanted to feel alive. If this is what it took, then... so be it.
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