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tamingthemuseTitle: Don't Say That
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #213 - Keeping Score
Warnings: Language
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Selene hates those three special words, and when Mick says them, she can't deal.
Word Count: 567
Notes: This is technically forty minutes late, but I just moved this past week and almost completely forgot about this. So, just for tonight, I'll say I'm on Central time rather than Eastern. *shifty eyes*
“You’re late.” Those two words were how it started. He was waiting for me in our room, his gray eyes tracking my every movement the moment I walked through the door.
I thought he was joking, so I responded accordingly. “I wasn’t aware I had a curfew,” I said without so much as glancing in his direction. Climbing into a burning hot shower was the only thing on my agenda.
“When there is a contract on my head, you have one.”
I rolled my eyes and made my way toward the spacious bathroom leaving a trail of clothes behind me as I went. “There’s always a contract on your head, Mykolas.” An arm appeared in front of me, blocking me from entering the bathroom. Mick placed his other hand on my shoulder and pushed me back and to the side so that I was forced to face him
“No, not like this,” he said and for the first time since I arrived I saw the fear on his face. “It’s different now, Selene. Very different.”
My eyebrows moved up my forehead. “Why is it different?” Silence was my answer to that question so I shoved his hands out of the way and stalked into the bathroom.
Mick followed me. “I want to tell you.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because I can’t.”
I snorted. “And that makes so much sense.”
“It’s for your own protection. The less you know the better.”
“And on top of being in the dark, you expect me to be a good little girl and follow your orders.”
The tips of his elf ears started to turn pink and his fingers curled and uncurled into fists. “It’s not like that and you know it.”
“No, I don’t know, Mick. Please, enlighten me as to how this is not all about control.”
“This is about your safety, Selene. Nothing more, nothing less.” He blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair to brush the blond strands out of his eyes. “I know you don’t find me quite as interesting as you used to—“
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He suddenly seemed incapable of meeting my eyes. “I know you’ve been keeping yourself busy these last few weeks.”
I felt the heat of anger touch my cheeks. “Oh, so what? You’re keeping score now?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like, Mick? You’re afraid that I’m going to fuck someone and suddenly decide I’d rather be monogamous or something?” I pointed at him, pushing my finger into his chest. “Meanwhile you bed any woman you like and I don’t keep a running count.” He mumbled something in response and I leaned in closer. “What was that?”
“I said I haven’t taken another woman to my bed in months.” He met my gaze and swallowed. “I don’t want anyone else.”
I shook my head. “Don’t say it, Mykolas. Don’t you fucking say it.”
“Why is it so bad for me to say I love you?”
I didn’t say anything. I just shoved him aside and ran out of our room, forgetting about my shower and gathering up my discarded clothing. Mick watched me leave, punching the wall next to him when I crossed the doorway.
The bastard knew not to say that shit to me, but he said it anyway. I guess you say stupid stuff when you’re facing death.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #213 - Keeping Score
Warnings: Language
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Selene hates those three special words, and when Mick says them, she can't deal.
Word Count: 567
Notes: This is technically forty minutes late, but I just moved this past week and almost completely forgot about this. So, just for tonight, I'll say I'm on Central time rather than Eastern. *shifty eyes*
“You’re late.” Those two words were how it started. He was waiting for me in our room, his gray eyes tracking my every movement the moment I walked through the door.
I thought he was joking, so I responded accordingly. “I wasn’t aware I had a curfew,” I said without so much as glancing in his direction. Climbing into a burning hot shower was the only thing on my agenda.
“When there is a contract on my head, you have one.”
I rolled my eyes and made my way toward the spacious bathroom leaving a trail of clothes behind me as I went. “There’s always a contract on your head, Mykolas.” An arm appeared in front of me, blocking me from entering the bathroom. Mick placed his other hand on my shoulder and pushed me back and to the side so that I was forced to face him
“No, not like this,” he said and for the first time since I arrived I saw the fear on his face. “It’s different now, Selene. Very different.”
My eyebrows moved up my forehead. “Why is it different?” Silence was my answer to that question so I shoved his hands out of the way and stalked into the bathroom.
Mick followed me. “I want to tell you.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because I can’t.”
I snorted. “And that makes so much sense.”
“It’s for your own protection. The less you know the better.”
“And on top of being in the dark, you expect me to be a good little girl and follow your orders.”
The tips of his elf ears started to turn pink and his fingers curled and uncurled into fists. “It’s not like that and you know it.”
“No, I don’t know, Mick. Please, enlighten me as to how this is not all about control.”
“This is about your safety, Selene. Nothing more, nothing less.” He blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair to brush the blond strands out of his eyes. “I know you don’t find me quite as interesting as you used to—“
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He suddenly seemed incapable of meeting my eyes. “I know you’ve been keeping yourself busy these last few weeks.”
I felt the heat of anger touch my cheeks. “Oh, so what? You’re keeping score now?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like, Mick? You’re afraid that I’m going to fuck someone and suddenly decide I’d rather be monogamous or something?” I pointed at him, pushing my finger into his chest. “Meanwhile you bed any woman you like and I don’t keep a running count.” He mumbled something in response and I leaned in closer. “What was that?”
“I said I haven’t taken another woman to my bed in months.” He met my gaze and swallowed. “I don’t want anyone else.”
I shook my head. “Don’t say it, Mykolas. Don’t you fucking say it.”
“Why is it so bad for me to say I love you?”
I didn’t say anything. I just shoved him aside and ran out of our room, forgetting about my shower and gathering up my discarded clothing. Mick watched me leave, punching the wall next to him when I crossed the doorway.
The bastard knew not to say that shit to me, but he said it anyway. I guess you say stupid stuff when you’re facing death.
