Opposites
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Category:
S through Z › Tru Calling
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,622
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Tru Calling, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Opposites
DISCLAIMER: Absolutely none of the characters in this story belong to me. They are borrowed from some official muckety-muck and I will not be (nor do I have any interest in) making any money with this story. I repeat, not mine.
This hadn’t been part of the plan. He wasn’t sure how it had spiraled out of his control so quickly. He groaned as her mouth closed on his earlobe. He felt something inside him shatter when she bit down, growling.
She made his skin crawl. So smug; so superior. The girl was so naïve it hurt to look at her. But she was tough and he loved it. He tore the top buttons of her shirt off, roughly pulling her lacy bra out of the way and closing his mouth over her nipple. He drew his teeth over the rigid tip, enjoying her indrawn breath.
“Bastard…”she hissed at him. He looked up, meeting her chocolate gaze. Her mouth was pouty and pink…irresistible. He moved his mouth up her neck, licking and biting. He paused over her mouth.
“Bitch…” he snarled back before crushing his mouth over hers. This was madness. He’d cornered her in an alley to threaten her, scare her, make her uncertain, sway her. Their tongues battled. She tasted like honey. She smelled like honey.
He reached one hand under her skirt and tore her panties away. She’d worn a skirt today, of all days. All that leg…did she think he wasn’t human? She made an angry cat sound and reached her hands up under shirt. His hand moved to his jeans, frantically setting his erection free. He needed her, now. Her claws dug into his back, drawing blood. Without hesitation he plowed into her wetness. She arched her hips into him and he couldn’t stop a sound of desperation from escaping his lips.
Everything about her was repellent and he hadn’t felt this whole, this right, since he’d woken up from ten minutes of nothingness. He was home. Was this what it had been like for her parents? How had Richard ever stopped? He felt clarity. He felt peace. He moved in and out of her, panting in time with her. Her breath was so hot against his neck. She was so hot. He hated all this bullshit. He liked Harrison; he liked Davis. All he really wanted, craved even was…
“Balance…” he whispered against her neck.
“Yes, oh yes.” She moaned.
“Look at me,” he demanded. Their eyes met and without speaking they both knew to pick up speed, to press even closer to one another. “Cum for me baby, cum for me.” He almost couldn’t recognize that ragged voice as his own. Her whole body trembled and he felt her muscles clamp down around his aching cock. He buried his face in her neck and let the moment carry him, spilling his seed deep inside her.
They stayed there for what felt like ages, though it surely could have only been moments, the edgy feeling he had whenever he was around her was returning. He tried desperately to hang on to that feeling of peace, just for a little while longer. Her strong arms pushing him away, away from peace, took him by surprise. He stumbled back, blinking. She looked confused, upset, and angry. He sighed. She always looked angry when he was around. Panic suddenly swept over him. She couldn’t know…what this had made him feel. She couldn’t. He had a job to do. The despair was back with its requisite rage, biting at him like angry ants all the more bitter for having had a moment of calm in the storm. He searched for the right words but she spoke before he could come up with anything.
“Don’t think this changes anything, Jack.” She bit out at him. She’d straightened and was looking at him with the massively annoying hauteur she always had. Bitch.
“S’cuse me for trying to help a girl out. Not like your love life has been all that great Tru.” He smirked at her, knowing the barb would get under her skin. She was getting better at hiding the rage but he could still see it, smell it. He lived for it.
“You’re disgusting!” She spat at him as she walked away. He smiled back pleasantly.
“And you loved it!” He said smugly. She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder and stalked away.
Jack turned and strolled away, whistling, as he considered how he could use this to his advantage. He ignored that tiny part of him demanding he find a way to do it again. It couldn’t happen again. He had to stay focused.
This hadn’t been part of the plan. He wasn’t sure how it had spiraled out of his control so quickly. He groaned as her mouth closed on his earlobe. He felt something inside him shatter when she bit down, growling.
She made his skin crawl. So smug; so superior. The girl was so naïve it hurt to look at her. But she was tough and he loved it. He tore the top buttons of her shirt off, roughly pulling her lacy bra out of the way and closing his mouth over her nipple. He drew his teeth over the rigid tip, enjoying her indrawn breath.
“Bastard…”she hissed at him. He looked up, meeting her chocolate gaze. Her mouth was pouty and pink…irresistible. He moved his mouth up her neck, licking and biting. He paused over her mouth.
“Bitch…” he snarled back before crushing his mouth over hers. This was madness. He’d cornered her in an alley to threaten her, scare her, make her uncertain, sway her. Their tongues battled. She tasted like honey. She smelled like honey.
He reached one hand under her skirt and tore her panties away. She’d worn a skirt today, of all days. All that leg…did she think he wasn’t human? She made an angry cat sound and reached her hands up under shirt. His hand moved to his jeans, frantically setting his erection free. He needed her, now. Her claws dug into his back, drawing blood. Without hesitation he plowed into her wetness. She arched her hips into him and he couldn’t stop a sound of desperation from escaping his lips.
Everything about her was repellent and he hadn’t felt this whole, this right, since he’d woken up from ten minutes of nothingness. He was home. Was this what it had been like for her parents? How had Richard ever stopped? He felt clarity. He felt peace. He moved in and out of her, panting in time with her. Her breath was so hot against his neck. She was so hot. He hated all this bullshit. He liked Harrison; he liked Davis. All he really wanted, craved even was…
“Balance…” he whispered against her neck.
“Yes, oh yes.” She moaned.
“Look at me,” he demanded. Their eyes met and without speaking they both knew to pick up speed, to press even closer to one another. “Cum for me baby, cum for me.” He almost couldn’t recognize that ragged voice as his own. Her whole body trembled and he felt her muscles clamp down around his aching cock. He buried his face in her neck and let the moment carry him, spilling his seed deep inside her.
They stayed there for what felt like ages, though it surely could have only been moments, the edgy feeling he had whenever he was around her was returning. He tried desperately to hang on to that feeling of peace, just for a little while longer. Her strong arms pushing him away, away from peace, took him by surprise. He stumbled back, blinking. She looked confused, upset, and angry. He sighed. She always looked angry when he was around. Panic suddenly swept over him. She couldn’t know…what this had made him feel. She couldn’t. He had a job to do. The despair was back with its requisite rage, biting at him like angry ants all the more bitter for having had a moment of calm in the storm. He searched for the right words but she spoke before he could come up with anything.
“Don’t think this changes anything, Jack.” She bit out at him. She’d straightened and was looking at him with the massively annoying hauteur she always had. Bitch.
“S’cuse me for trying to help a girl out. Not like your love life has been all that great Tru.” He smirked at her, knowing the barb would get under her skin. She was getting better at hiding the rage but he could still see it, smell it. He lived for it.
“You’re disgusting!” She spat at him as she walked away. He smiled back pleasantly.
“And you loved it!” He said smugly. She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder and stalked away.
Jack turned and strolled away, whistling, as he considered how he could use this to his advantage. He ignored that tiny part of him demanding he find a way to do it again. It couldn’t happen again. He had to stay focused.