Opposites

Tru stormed through the elementary school hallway, heels clicking furiously on the linoleum. In her rage, she did not notice her certain knowledge of where her target was. As she burst through the dark classroom’s door she knocked a smirking Jack off the teacher’s desk with a vicious cross to his face. She stored the look of shock that swept across his face in her memory so she could enjoy it when she wasn’t so livid. The door bounced shut with a resounding crash as she shouted at him.

“You fucking shit! How do you…? This is beneath even you Jack and I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.” She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth fast enough to express her anger.

“I think you broke my nose.” Jack sounded fascinated rather than angry and kept touching his nose and looking at his fingers as if he couldn’t believe it was actually broken.

“Am I supposed to care? She was just a child you arrogant, self-absorbed…” Tru snapped back. Everything about him was disgusting. Barely shaven and shirt partially unbuttoned, he looked like he’d been in bed most of the day and not out arranging the death of innocents. He looked up at her, face serious, hand spread in front him. The colossal mistake she’d made washed over as she realized he was in true, night time colors. There was none of the bright edged light that seemed to be everywhere, even in the dark, anywhere to be seen. It was blissfully cool and the headache that always seemed to hover at the edges of her mind was gone. Entirely gone. Her train of thought derailed with a crash and she couldn’t seem to stop gaping at him. She snapped her mouth shut and turned on her heel, heading for the door.

Jack slammed his hand on the door and Tru started, desperately trying to control the trembling in her legs. His splayed fingers tapped nervously and he shifted slightly. She looked at him out of the corner of the eye and had a sudden urge to laugh. His lips were moving, head bobbing from side to side, eyebrows scrunched. He looked like he was having a heated argument with himself. Their eyes met and the kiss that followed seemed inevitable.

“God damn it!” She hissed before their lips met. His tongue swept over hers and the taste of coffee and chocolate almost made her dizzy. How anything this screwed up could make her feel so good was beyond her.

“Don’t think I’m happy about this either.” He muttered as he pushed her against the door and moaned as their hips met.

“Shut up, shut up!” Electricity shot through her body as she moaned and she wanted his mouth busy elsewhere. Her hands reached up and ripped open his shirt, buttons flying, and she lapped and bit her way across his chest as he groaned low in his throat. His skin smelled like smoke. Finally, she felt the heat of his mouth travel across her jaw and down her neck. She keened as he laved at the soft skin and sensitive nipples of her breasts. This was not enough, she needed more. She needed peace. She needed silence.

She pressed herself against him and tugged at his zipper, biting him harshly on the collarbone. He snarled and turned her around, roughly tugging her pants lower. At last she felt him sheathed inside her, hot and pulsing. He pressed her against the door, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other balanced against the door. He pumped wildly inside her slick sex and the sound he made…she shuddered. That was almost to enough to get her off. This was what she remembered. She felt complete in an endless moment of rightness. Even as she thought it she knew it sounded crazy. And then she didn’t care because the hand around her waist had strayed lower and his fingers had found her sensitive nub. Nothing about this was gentle or soft but she felt so good she couldn’t stop. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers stroked her in time with his cock.

“That’s it, just a little more. I want to feel you cum around me.” He rasped into her ear, voice low and rough. Again his voice carried her up and over and she bit back a scream as the orgasm ripped through her. Her vision blurred and she saw spots. Jack came with a strangled sound and they both paused, panting. The moment had faded but she still felt whole.

In some way, this was the worst part. She still felt so good but she knew it was all going to come to a nasty end. Probably when Jack opened his mouth.

“Anybody ever tell you that you have a nice ass?” Jack asked and she could hear the smirk even though she couldn’t see him. She elbowed him in the stomach and he slipped out of her with a wet sound. She ignored the pang of loss and rounded on him.

“Anybody ever tell you’re pathetic?” She shot back.

“Ah, Tru. I’m hurt.” He placed his hand on his chest and made an exaggerated wounded face.

She bared her teeth at him and snarled. There was nothing she could say to him that would make a difference. It would just make her angrier and him more amused. She tucked the pieces of her shirt into her bra and walked away without a word. The farther she got from him, the brighter the world got and she was not going to cry about it.

“I think my nose is all right. Thanks for asking.” Jack called to her and she didn’t need to look to know he was waving.