Author's note: I've always wanted to do some sort of challenge. This was challenging, gosh, especially the limited number of words. I hope it's at least remotely close to the requirements (sweat drops). Happy reading. x)
Challenge #14 - Possession
Plot: Character #1 is madly in love with Character #2. Character #2 is secretly in love with #1, but doesn't think it will work out so #2 vehemently rejects any of #1's advances. #1 becomes discouraged and disappears. #2, realizing what he/she's lost, is now the chaser. And you can take it from there. :)
1) Bucketloads of sexual tension
2) Use of the quote: "You're mine. And I'm yours. It's a whole big possession thing. Point is: I love you."
3) Main characters must be adults, out of their teenage years.
4) Must be no more than 2000 words.
1) Teenagers or younger as the main characters.
2) Use of the following actions: sighing, gazing, or trembling.
3) Supernatural aspects -- no faeries, vampires, or other-worldly beings. Realism, please.
Yours and Mine
She felt him even before he touched her. It scared her in a thrilling fashion with the way her body reacted to his. She felt his heat, knew his body, and smelt his scent with heated familiarity that it amazed her she was still able to stand motionless in his presence.
His hands gripped her hips. "Enjoying the scenery?"
"I am. But as lovely as it is, how about we cut to the chase?"
"Impatient, as always."
She turned, eyes spitting fire. He's the one to talk. Who demanded her here in less than fifteen minutes, with a threat if she didn't appear nonetheless? "I was in the middle of a meeting, so you better have a fabulous reason as to why you harassed my secretary incessantly."
He snorted. "Georgia?" He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "That woman loves me."
"As do all females."
His grin was lazy. "As you would especially know."
The fire was back in her stomach once she spotted his hooded eyes. She knew that look well, particularly as the last image in her mind before her eyes shut closed whilst she succumbed into undeniable pleasure.
Her hands clenched at her side. No. The resolve was in his eyes, and she opened her mouth to protest—
—before his lips captured her own.
He tightened his grip on her wrist and hip. Even with his demanding movements, his lips still caressed her own softly with tenderness that was usually her undoing.
Her eyes shut tight and she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to ignore the forceful sound of blood in her ears. Groaning, he pulled her closer and the tender kiss proceeded to the passionate, fervent, needing one that made her hot all over.
He pulled away breathing heavily, but his forehead touched hers. "Still angry?"
She licked her lips, trying to ignore his taste—and the way his eyes zeroed the movement. She definitely knew that if they weren't out in public.…
"Yes," she whispered heatedly, but didn't pull away. Her throat constricted, but she forced the words out. "You can't just keep kissing me to distract me. It won't work anymore."
"Hm?" He blinked. Then, he scowled, acknowledging her words. "Keh. I didn't kiss you to distract you. I kissed you because I felt like it."
Her legs practically went numb. "You can't do that either!"
"It wasn't like you were complaining."
Her eyebrows shot up as she clenched her hands. Aggravation replaced the sensual fire in her stomach. "Excuse me?"
He snorted softly. "Are you going to tell me you have selective hearing?"
Furious, she pulled away, cursing herself for even missing the warmth he radiated. "Look," she said. "This has to stop."
He was visibly annoyed. "I only bother you in your office… sometimes."
She shot him a glare. "That has to stop. This has to stop. We have to stop, OK…? I'm tired." She exhaled, the initial fire gone from her eyes. She stared out at the waves of the ocean, his eyes on her face, searching.
His words made her heart lurch. He was staring at her, eyes intense, expression hard. Slowly she felt the ache in her chest grow…
"But that doesn't mean I'm going to do what you say."
Her breathing stopped. "What?" Her eyes wide.
His lips were set into a hard line and saw the stubborn glint in his eyes. He reached forward, firmly clasping her hand with his. She felt a jolt shoot up her arm but she didn't pull away. "I know what you're saying. But I don't understand why the hell you keep pulling away!" His voice was frustrated. "Sometimes I think we're okay, but then you go and do something that's opposite from what your body is saying."
She flushed. "OK," she snapped, "so we're physically attracted to each other. There are plenty of people who use each other for—"
"That's not it and you know it." His eyes dared her to say otherwise.
He was right. Initially, she would've thought he was using her to satisfy his needs. But how could she stick with that theory when he kept coming back, even when she was a complete witch to him? How could she explain the warm tenderness in his eyes when she catches him looking at her?
How can she deny the sweet protectiveness he radiates when he wraps his strong arms around her in the right moments?
She swallowed. "It isn't going to work."
He set his jaw; the anger on his face made her mouth go dry. She was very aware of how close their bodies were: thigh-to-thigh, chest to chest… and if she moved her head correctly, her lips would be able to brush his own.
Her answering smile was bitter. "People like you don't do commitment."
"And how the fuck would you know that?"
The venom in his voice nearly made her flinch. "Look, I don't want to be… that girl anymore, alright? I don't want to be sex buddies that only need in each other in bed."
"What, you think I only like you in bed?" His voice was a whip. "If you think that then you haven't been paying any damn attention!"
"Don't yell at me!"
"And why the hell can't I yell?" Almost immediately, he sobered, staying silent, but his narrowed eyes were still focused. She was used to his temper, but he hardly lost his cool with her, unless they were arguing over her safety.
His arms wound around her and she smelt him everywhere. Frankly, it was making her dizzy.
The butterflies in her stomach were uncontrollable as he lowered his head and nuzzled her face. If she told anyone that he—the young and infamous callously insensitive CEO of Ryer Enterprise—was really a loving man beneath a rough exterior, she would've been laughed off the face of the earth.
He placed open mouthed kisses on the pulse point on her neck ensuing shivers. "I won't yell," he muttered. She knew that was the closest she could ever get as an apology. He just doesn't do the I'm sorry bit. She's learn to accept that about him. When he continued to kiss that sensitive spot behind her ear, she willed herself to make him stop.
"I have to," she said hollowly.
His lips stopped moving. Her eyes fell closed. "Tell me then. Say to my face that you don't want to see anymore of me. Tell me to leave and mean it."
Oh, God, he was actually giving her an ultimatum. He was giving her a way to end them and… crazily enough, she took the bait.
She forced her eyes to go cold. It was set. "I don't want to see anymore of you." She thanked God her voice didn't quiver. "It was fun while it lasted, but I prefer to keep trivial matters out of my life from now on."
I'm completely lying.
Maybe it was the way her face remained impassive. Maybe it was the way she kept their stare. All she remembered was his own eyes shutter as he nodded his head curtly. Silently, he kissed her forehead in a manner that tripled her heartache, before walking away from her.
I'm an idiot.
She sat in the middle of her room surrounded by boxes of Kleenex and used tissues. A box of ice cream rested on her lap. Her nose was stuffed, her eyes were sore, and she knew damn well she deserved more than this as punishment.
"Talk to him," her best friend had ordered.
Gathering her courage, she began to clean after herself. This was getting ridiculous. She was going to go insane if she didn't see him now.
That was her train of thought the whole way to the Ryer Enterprise.
Taking several deep breath, she stepped out at floor 17—and nearly stopped breathing.
She hurried over to the hall at her right, feeling her heart beat frantically. Did she see right? Holding her breath, she waited until he passed by. A beautiful blonde was holding onto his arm.
She slid down to the ground. She was choking on air in an attempt to hold herself. Who was she kidding. Someone like him wouldn't wait. She should've known that.
Dazedly, she found herself at the company's cafeteria. She knew she should've went home, but bursting into tears wasn't top on her To-Do list.
"Someone told me you'd be here."
He looked immaculate in his Armani suit. She almost expected him to smirk, but his face remained impassive.
"I came by to…" To what? She couldn't possibly say what she wanted anymore.
He raised an eyebrow at her silence. "If that's it…"
"Wait!" Panicked, she rushed around the table and grabbed his hand. The feel of his skin was almost a blow.
He looked unperturbed. "Yes?"
She drank in his appearance. And suddenly, she didn't care if they were in a room full of people; didn't care that he could have a girlfriend; didn't care that she told him that she didn't want him, because that was a complete lie… because…
"I love you," she blurted. "I was an idiot; I didn't mean a word. You probably have a girlfriend, but I think you deserve to know that what you… felt wasn't one-sided." Her breathing was shallow. "I was scared, OK? I was scared that it was real, scared that you were being completely honest. Scared that… that you can leave me whenever. But I was the one that drove you away and now it hurts so damn much—and I had to do something."
Throat dry, her mind buzzed.
She was incredibly aware of his now open stare, his eyes losing indifference.
"That's… what I wanted to say."
Emotion began to set his eyes. "It took you two months to realize?" he drawled.
Relief spread through her chest instantly. Laughing/weeping, she nodded and wiped her eyes hastily. She didn't wait for him: she stepped forward and, with everyone watching, tugged him down for a heated kiss. He responded with equal vigour, hitching her legs around his waist and lifted her onto a table. He groaned into her mouth, sucking on her lower lip gently.
He left a trail of open mouth kisses over her face and now kissed her neck. She moaned and felt him smile against her skin.
"Your employees look like they're about to pass out." She giggled.
"Let them." She gripped his hair and he lifted his eyes. He frowned. "I don't have a girlfriend."
She smiled embarrassedly, deciding that she should keep what she saw to herself.
"Will never have a girlfriend, nor you a boyfriend ever again," he continued, placing feathery kisses all over her face. Laughing, she nuzzled his face. "You're mine," he said seriously, taking her face in his hands, "and I'm yours." At her raised eyebrow, he shrugged. "It's a whole big possession thing. Point is: I love you."
The heat level of her body increased when she saw the predatory glint in his eyes.
Her face was hurting from smiling too much. She leaned forward, her lips right over his ear. She knew it affected him when she whispered into his ears. He was sensitive like that. "Mr. Ryer," she crooned, tugging his tie. "I think you're a little overdressed."
He growled under his breath. "Don't tempt me." She smothered her laughter. His eyebrows rose suggestively. "Besides, I believe we've done it in more… exposed places."
She flushed, recalling, and looked away.
"Hey…" He lifted her chin, face somber, eyes intense. "What you said before… you're not that girl, alright? You never were." He smiled a rare smile. Her heart raced. "You're the girl. You're It, you hear me?"
Face pink, she leaned to him, eyes over his shoulder. "They look like they're about to pass out."
Chuckling, he said, "Let them," before pulling her down for a kiss that made her forget all about their audience.