Cause I know what you need. Hell, I might be the only one who can give it to you, who ain't gonna worry about breaking you or what you can or can't take.
( she also knows that with him comes his mouth, sharp and all too eager to spit out something smart 'til he's got his hands on her. it'll quiet down then, but he's got his own demons to feed, a hunger that sits deep in the well of his chest and hums at the mere thought of having her.
ruining her exactly the way she wants him to; the ability for him to let go, an edge he can't quite let himself slip from with other women. )
You want me to fuck you, give you what you want? Then we're playing by different rules this time, sweetheart. I can be there in twenty, unless you'd rather me 'leave it', plenty of run down bars around here to occupy me otherwise.
you wouldn't do that â not with what i'm offering on the table.
( laurel finds herself walking a very thin line between wanting control and needing the loss of it, between wanting to take everything pent up inside of her out on him and needing to have it forcibly taken from her, whether she likes it or not. her throat still feels raw from how hard she'd sonic screamed as that pathetic songbird's little traitor of a boyfriend remained pinned against the wall by laurel's own doing, helpless as his ears bled and his body simply couldn't handle it anymore. she reviled him in that moment, and she reviles herself now.
there's a shaky exhale of a breath as she looks down at her phone, reads over his messages again. )
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Cause I know what you need. Hell, I might be the only one who can give it to you, who ain't gonna worry about breaking you or what you can or can't take.
( she also knows that with him comes his mouth, sharp and all too eager to spit out something smart 'til he's got his hands on her. it'll quiet down then, but he's got his own demons to feed, a hunger that sits deep in the well of his chest and hums at the mere thought of having her.
ruining her exactly the way she wants him to; the ability for him to let go, an edge he can't quite let himself slip from with other women. )
You want me to fuck you, give you what you want? Then we're playing by different rules this time, sweetheart.
I can be there in twenty, unless you'd rather me 'leave it', plenty of run down bars around here to occupy me otherwise.
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( laurel finds herself walking a very thin line between wanting control and needing the loss of it, between wanting to take everything pent up inside of her out on him and needing to have it forcibly taken from her, whether she likes it or not. her throat still feels raw from how hard she'd sonic screamed as that pathetic songbird's little traitor of a boyfriend remained pinned against the wall by laurel's own doing, helpless as his ears bled and his body simply couldn't handle it anymore. she reviled him in that moment, and she reviles herself now.
there's a shaky exhale of a breath as she looks down at her phone, reads over his messages again. )
tell me about these rules of yours.