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tamingthemuseTitle: Unseeing Eyes
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #173 - Predatory
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG
"C'mon, baby."
He said it in a way that she could have read as a joking plea or a question, but the threat behind it suddenly came through clearly, as though he'd been working up to it all evening. Until now she'd been playing along and tricking herself into buying that smile and the crinkle in the corners of his eyes. She would have described him as "jovial" or "charismatic" to her friends later on; she'd laughed, only a little nervously, when he made that joke in her ear about skipping the rest of the movie - it was a pretty boring movie, though she'd tried to enjoy it because he had insisted she pick - and "doing something more entertaining."
It was a first date, and a warm one, even though the late evening was wet and smelled like fish. The smell permeated the uptown and clung to their coats when they slipped into the same side of the restaurant booth. They ordered greasy appetizers and a limp salad, a token concession. She indulged and licked her fingers, he rubbed his knee against hers under the table and watched her grow more accustomed to the curve of his arm and his thumb hooked on the waist of her jeans.
She wanted to believe that she could bring a boy home if she wanted and not have it end in something messy, even if it was their first date and he was becoming quickly possessive of her, even predatory, grinning wide when she spoke to expose his large teeth. It was just the way she read him, she decided; she was inclined to see people that way after all. But now he was on her couch and claiming it - and her - with his body language, half turned toward her with one arm behind her back and the other braced on his knee, ready to trap her against it with the flat plane of his body.
"C'mon." It was half said into her lips as he pressed her back against the couch with a kiss. He was hot enough to burn. She tolerated it, monitored her body language, tried not to lead him on. She knew now that his charm was like a weapon, a weapon that was also a shield, and she worried what would happen if she bruised it by turning him down cold.
But he didn't back down, meeting her apathy with fresh vigour and closing himself around her. She pushed him back. "Jeb," she said, laughing a little, hoping this would ease the transition. "I told you, I've got to get some sleep. I'm working in the morning."
She expected there to be a moment - a definite shift, something she could see. But then she had been fooling herself: there was no change in him. It wasn't some monster that suddenly appeared, forcing her down onto the couch with the weight of his body. It was just him, and his big teeth, and the strangled need for control.
The breath came out of him in a gasp as she sank her fangs into his neck, clinging to him as she fed on the heat, the blood of her fellow predator until all that was left was a cold shell with wide, unseeing eyes.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #173 - Predatory
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG
"C'mon, baby."
He said it in a way that she could have read as a joking plea or a question, but the threat behind it suddenly came through clearly, as though he'd been working up to it all evening. Until now she'd been playing along and tricking herself into buying that smile and the crinkle in the corners of his eyes. She would have described him as "jovial" or "charismatic" to her friends later on; she'd laughed, only a little nervously, when he made that joke in her ear about skipping the rest of the movie - it was a pretty boring movie, though she'd tried to enjoy it because he had insisted she pick - and "doing something more entertaining."
It was a first date, and a warm one, even though the late evening was wet and smelled like fish. The smell permeated the uptown and clung to their coats when they slipped into the same side of the restaurant booth. They ordered greasy appetizers and a limp salad, a token concession. She indulged and licked her fingers, he rubbed his knee against hers under the table and watched her grow more accustomed to the curve of his arm and his thumb hooked on the waist of her jeans.
She wanted to believe that she could bring a boy home if she wanted and not have it end in something messy, even if it was their first date and he was becoming quickly possessive of her, even predatory, grinning wide when she spoke to expose his large teeth. It was just the way she read him, she decided; she was inclined to see people that way after all. But now he was on her couch and claiming it - and her - with his body language, half turned toward her with one arm behind her back and the other braced on his knee, ready to trap her against it with the flat plane of his body.
"C'mon." It was half said into her lips as he pressed her back against the couch with a kiss. He was hot enough to burn. She tolerated it, monitored her body language, tried not to lead him on. She knew now that his charm was like a weapon, a weapon that was also a shield, and she worried what would happen if she bruised it by turning him down cold.
But he didn't back down, meeting her apathy with fresh vigour and closing himself around her. She pushed him back. "Jeb," she said, laughing a little, hoping this would ease the transition. "I told you, I've got to get some sleep. I'm working in the morning."
She expected there to be a moment - a definite shift, something she could see. But then she had been fooling herself: there was no change in him. It wasn't some monster that suddenly appeared, forcing her down onto the couch with the weight of his body. It was just him, and his big teeth, and the strangled need for control.
The breath came out of him in a gasp as she sank her fangs into his neck, clinging to him as she fed on the heat, the blood of her fellow predator until all that was left was a cold shell with wide, unseeing eyes.
