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"...Okay. So if that's not why you're bothering me, then why are you still here?" Otto grumbled, furrowing his brow. He hated games. He hated Maebe. He hated her stupid hot face and her stupid hot body in his ******** teehsirt. She was manipulative, teasing and a pain in the a**.

His arms were crossed now, his body language closing off again.

Otto frowned, irritated more than ever. She looked at him like some child who chose the wrong answer in class. His posture became a little more defensive as she moved onto his lap. She was barely wearing anything, and his mind had a hard time remembering to focus on what she was saying.

Inevitably her words won out of such distractions. One was to reel him in was through her gentle touches. She was spelling it out alright. Otto didn't do well with hints and subtleties after all. He hated himself for it, but the more she went on, the more his heartbeat quickened. It was the strangest feeling he'd ever had regarding someone. There was so much in him that wanted to remain obstinate. There was so little left in him to resist. She was making some fine promises. He was hardly certain such a plan would truly make him feel nothing. He was hardly certain he could bring himself to be so rough with her, despite the fact he disliked her as a person.

There was one thing that would allow him to do it though. And with Maebe's sudden use of force it was all but certain. He could match anything done unto him, and give it back. He hitched a sudden breath, not expecting the forceful tug he'd received. Not expecting the sensation of her tongue up his neck, sending a sudden shiver up his spine.

Indecision was something of a fatal flaw in Otto. What should he do? What should he not do? These were things that always stopped him from acting on much. Thinking. He did entirely too much of it. Overanalyzing and worrying over every little thing. It was tiring, frustrating.

So ******** it all, then.

Rationale shut down in a snap. She wanted all the rage and anger he held toward her; toward the world. All the frustration to be relieved, all the everything taken away and given to her. He'd do it. Because he was tired of internalizing everything. There was no more room for it. The dam was bursting.

The teen grabbed Maebe's head of golden locks tightly, pulling her off from his lap and pinning her down on the couch. His lips pressed deeply into the nape of her neck, his fingers digging into her waist as he held her down. He was tired of being restrained and thoughtful and uncertain. Always waiting for answers and permissions. He wouldn't be gentle. He wouldn't match what she dished out. He'd surpass it.

He had a lot of frustration to dish out, and Maebe was the lucky volunteer to take it on.

A grunt escaped as he landed, his hands immediately finding her again as they rolled until he was back on top. He'd never been comfortable taking charge. Maebe was setting the standard, but he was the one at the wheel. He kind of liked it.

"You talk too ********' much." He growled back at her, his fingers digging tightly into her skin. He'd leave marks all over her, just like the universe left marks on him every time it decided to take a piece away.

Lucky girl. Maebe would see a whole other side of Otto no one in existence had seen before.