| Bending Grace |
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| "You realize of course that you're a fucking asshole." She quiped flatly. She meant every word of it, but he was beneath her efforts to waste anymore of her energy. "And you're the mother of all bitches, but we still have to work together so shut the fuck up already and just do it!" He shot back, not much venom in his tone, mostly just irratation. She sighed haughtily getting to her knees before him. "At least try to look like you're enjoying this." She demanded. He harumphed and plastered on his thickest false smile. Even she couldn't capture any warmpth in his cold eyes, but she did her best. "Just a few more." She informed him. He flipped her off. She thought that's what the public ought to be seeing, the real him. Still, she did her job, biting her tongue most of the time just to get through these sessions. Really, she didn't know why she kept agreeing to do this. Then she remembered again. Because they paid top dollar, and she certainly could use the money. Once more she swallowed her ire, getting up for a different position. She reached forward and undid a few of his buttons one handed. He looked down, watching her hand with a scowl. "What the hell's that for?" He grouched. "Would you just for once trust me." She groused back. He sighed sarcasticly, rolling his eyes like the inmature twit she believed him to be, but he didn't stop her. He was near to tearing his hair out at this point, but suffered along to get it done and over with. He gritted his teeth, his innards jumping with wanting to flee from her sharply watchful eyes. Why did he have to deal with this burden? Hadn't he made enough sacrifices? Finally, she stood still before him, not bothering to look at him she dismissed him. "You're done. Now get out." She commanded. |