Opposites

The whole day had just crumbled in front on her. A flash of color, a body falling past dark glass. Motherfucker. It has started off so right; she’d had the rhythm. Every step she’d made had come naturally. Sometimes, when the day rewound, she couldn’t get that feeling. Some days, she knew Jack was going to win. Today has not been one of those days.

Nausea rolled through her. Wrongness pulled at her, a riptide. Today had been her day. The living got to stay living. Now it felt as if the brightness that bit into her vision constantly was exploding, fireworks burning into her brain. Rat-raping, shit-eating, pus of a thousand syphilitic dogs. The litany of curses ran through her brain as rage roared through her.

She burst onto the deck wanting Jack to be the one falling. He stood with his back to her: so calm, so collected, so clear in his monstrous purpose.

“I wish I were you.” The words were out of her mouth before she had really thought them. With shock, she realized they were true. He made it seem so simple. Every time she had to fight through mud up to her waist, fighting to help, fighting to get through school. God, she was always fighting.

Jack turned around. His face was empty but his shoulders were hunched, as if warding off the cold.

“Me too.”

Tru blinked as her brain processed his words. Looking down, she swallowed her sadness. The anger felt so much safer. Her whole life was so messed up. How dare he. How dare he! She looked up, ready to rail at him.

Jack had crumpled up against the side of the deck, head buried in his arms. He was trembling. Jesus Christ, was Jack crying? No. Oh hell no. She moved towards him, every step bringing the world closer to rightness. Color flowed back into her life. She reached him, raising her hand to bring in down on his shoulders.

“Stop it! Stop it right now! You don’t get to cry!” She realized she was screaming and crying and couldn’t stop. She made a fist and rained down blows on him. That arrogant bastard.

He reached up with one big hand and caught her wrist and yanked. His face was contorted with rage as he pulled her to her knees. Jack pulled her close, their face inches apart, to snarl.

“I know!”

“She was supposed to live.” True screamed back. If anything, Jack’s face got angrier.

“I know. I know!” He howled at her. The knuckles of his hand gripped her so tightly they were white. All he had to do to get her wet was touch her.

He pulled her closer so their bodies were flush. His other hand gripped her ribs until they creaked. Their mouths met and she bit his lip to show her desire. He snarled into her mouth and bit her back. The taste of coffee and chocolate, the smell of smoke and fire, brought her so close to the edge she trembled.

His hands roamed, tugging insistently at her shirt. She could do no less and his shirt made a satisfying sound as she tore it open. Buttons flew. She broke her mouth away panting to stare at his chest. His fingers found her nipples and she squirmed. She needed him now. Now now now now. Tru bit his collarbone until she tasted blood as she pulled roughly at his belt.

“I’m working on it.” Jack mumbled, tugging at her pants.

She must have spoken out loud. Had she? Who cared? His cock sprang free from his pants and she ran a hand up his length. Jack arched his back, moaning. Tru had only a moment to savor her affect on him before she found herself on her back with the hot, rigid length of cock buried inside her.

“So fucking hot…” He hissed into her ear. She scratched her nails down his back insistently.

“Fuck me harder. Harder!” Tru planted her feet and lifted her hips, setting the pace she craved.

Jack tangled his hand in her hair, the sharp pain a delicious counterpoint to his hips slamming against her, his cock sliding in and out of her, his body pressing against her clit.

“I need to feel you come.” Jack whispered. His desperate voice sent chills down her body, sent her over the edge. Her whole body tightened and burst and Jack growled. His cock pulsed inside her, extending her orgasm until it was almost painful. Jack kissed her slowly up her neck and Tru shuddered in pleasure. His mouth hovered over hers and she didn't stop him from kissing her.

As she lay there, trying to regain her breath, she realized this moment felt different. The silence had not been as strong. Peace was not fleeing. Shock flooded through her. This had been them, Tru and Jack. She had not been pulled by her power to him. This was something else. I am not going to be my mother.

She struggled away from Jack, pushing him off of her. He made a noise of protest but shifted to the side. In a panic, she started to gather her clothes. Her panties were useless; Jack had shredded them. She gathered up an armful and backed away.

“I have to go.” She couldn’t meet his eyes. He can’t know. How could he?

“Tru, wait.” Jack said, trying to pull his pants back up around his waist.

She fled.

A/N Sorry, no new chapter just some editing corrections.