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May 21, 2008 Mid transit 1200 hours "Ok," she said blowing through the red light at the intersection near Saf's apartment. "So, your best friend went back to the most hideous place on earth willingly to get the tracker out of her neck." She shook her head, stepping on the gas, "and you say 'oh, so you went back to Section'? Like it's the fucking park or something. Stupid - Stupid - Stupid," she yelled slamming her hand against the steering wheel with every word, then wincing. "Dammit that hurts," she muttered. She cruised Route 9 weaving in and out of traffic. "Willingly? How could she do that? How come she didn't ask me?" And then it hit her. She was jealous. Jealous that Saf was free from the obtrusive piece of hardware implanted by some psychopathic maniac. "Madeline you f-ing bitch," she seethed to herself. Well, she wouldn't be jealous for long because she was going to go to Gray and demand the same. "Although, you can't really go back to the Section Paige-meister," she laughed to herself. "Oh no, can't go back into hell without getting burned." Would they keep her there? Would Michael let her go for a second time? She doubted it...but maybe Joshua would go with her? Maybe Joshua would help her? "Better chance as a snowball in hell," she answered herself. Her mind relentlessly raging she somehow made it to her apartment in one piece. Entering it, Joshua was sitting on the couch and she slammed the door coming in and stared at him. "You're late," he rumbled at her. "So, sue me," she snapped back sarcastically and dropped her gym bag at the door. She shrugged off her jacket tossing it on the couch. "Oh, what's got you all fired up?" he threw that smug grin at her that made her feel like smacking it right off his face. "Shut up, I'm not in the mood for you," she muttered turning to go into the kitchen. He was on her in an instant, god he could move fast when he wanted to. "Hey," he demanded her attention and grabbed her arm. She pulled it free from him and stood glaring at him. "You'd better be in the mood for me," he said quietly though the underlying tone sent a chill up her spine. He then grinned, that 'I know something you don't know grin', "how's Saf?" Her eyes narrowed, what do you know? "Peachy fucking keen," she mouthed slowly. He nodded his head, "Peachy fucking keen, huh? Got a little potty mouth on you today...maybe I uh," he moved closer to her, "should put something in it...shut it up for awhile." She rolled her eyes at his suggestive suggestion. "Saf doing well? Feeling alright is she?" She continued to glare at him. "I just don't want you getting any ideas in that pretty little head of yours." "What the hell are you talking about?" she seethed at him. "Look at you, all fired up," he grabbed her and she had no time to react before he was pressing his lips firmly against hers, holding her head tightly. She managed her hands up on his chest and tried to push him away. He fisted a handful of hair, broke the kiss, and forced her head back so she could look up at him. And she was swallowed into his blue eyes. They glowed with an eerie passion, a dark and dangerous desire. "You know you're gorgeous when you're angry," he whispered in that silken voice complete with dangerous undercurrent. "Let me go," she said evenly holding the wrist attached to the hand that held her hair. He smiled then, gently at her, studying her as he loosened the grip on her hair. He did not remove his hand however, but slid it down to the base of her neck and rubbed it. "Yours can't come out," he said quietly. He was baiting her, into an argument, into something, and her mind whispered words of warning. She looked back up to him, those flashing blue eyes glazed over with power and hunger, and she lost another little piece of control to him. She felt her face flush under his hands and ever the opportunist, he reacted bringing his other hand up to her waist rubbing his thumb softly over her ribs. "What are you talking about?" she breathed out even as she felt her heart rate increase. She hated when he did this, manipulated her body. She hated how he could turn her on with just a look, just a touch. "Your tracker sweetness...it can't come out." He said it so matter of factly, so easily, that it almost didn't seem the news was as horrible as it really was. So he knew Saf's was out. Makes sense, right? There wasn't much Joshua didn't know, hell, he had probably authorized it. She almost didn't want to know why her tracker was different but asked before she could stop herself. "Why not?" That smug grin sprang up immediately on his face, excited that she had asked, as if he had a secret and with her asking he could finally let her in on it. "They put yours in special. Encased it around a couple arteries," he rubbed her neck harder, "around a couple nerves, fused it right into the C3 bone." Her eyes widened, "your lying," she said quietly as her mind screamed in frustration. He shook his head moving closer to her, kissing her cheek softly. Her breath hitched in her throat, why did he have to be so close? "I'm not lying...you know I'm not." He brushed her lips with his bringing his hand from her waist to her chest. "I know it sucks baby, when reality comes smacking you in the face, but if you try to remove it?" She opened her eyes to the question. She was captivated by him, helpless in his grasp. "Well, let's just say...you wouldn't make it through the night." "There's got to be a way," she said evenly trying to get his hands off her. Of course the more she struggled the tighter he held her. "Remember that morning when you so nicely dumped my waffles in the garbage?" She nodded her head. "Remember I got that phone call?" She nodded again. "Remember when you stood in the kitchen you got that weird feeling in your arm? The numbness?" Her eyes widened slightly and she suppressed a shiver. He smiled, "that phone call was from the Section, they ran a little test on your tracker...worked well as they located you within seconds. That numbing was because of the tracker itself being activated." She stared up at him the realization shining in those curious deep green eyes. And there was something else there, too, something she tried to hide but Joshua's sharp eyes picked it out easily enough. It was fear. "Can never really tell what the little side effects will be," he purred in her ear, holding her tighter, pressing against her, moving in for the kill, "it sitting on a nerve and all. You belong to it. You belong to us." A soft grunt of disgust escaped her lips before she could stop it and she realized her mistake only a second before Joshua. She moved, but he moved quicker twisting her and pulling one of arms up behind her back as his other arm snaked across the front of her body holding her. She tensed and he immediately released some of the pressure off her screaming shoulder but he did not let her go. He held her still, her back to his chest, her arm uncomfortably twisted up between them, him breathing heavily into her ear. "This is called control," he growled and tightened his arm around her chest, not letting up until she finally let out a small moan. "You will leave that tracker alone, Paige," he whispered. She said nothing. What could she say? It was not a question, it didn't require an answer. "Do you understand?" he demanded. She still said nothing and he was silent for a moment as she could almost feel him trying to control his rising anger. "Why are you always so fucking difficult?" he hissed in her ear. "You always make things harder for yourself...and for me. I don't like this Paige...things could be different between us." He kissed her ear softly, "I wish things were different between us because, you don't realize it, but you and I, we are a lot alike." There was something terrifying in his words, not only the way he said them, but by what he meant, what he believed, what was now finally being presented to her...the possibility that she was anything like him. He jerked on the arm he had twisted up her back sharply eliciting a groan from her. "God, you are so tense," he bit her neck softly making her whimper. "You and me...we have the same wants, the same needs. We're both trying to get as close to that fire as we can, risking everything to touch it 'cause let me tell you something, passion burns both ways baby, and right now yours is screaming for release." His voice was edged with intimidation, "I want to give you some of that fire, I want to burn you the way you've been burning me." He let her go suddenly, giving her a slight shove forward and away from him. She whirled on him the anger set in her stance. He stood breathing heavily, watching her, and stalking her with his eyes. He had given her something he had not since their first encounter an eternity ago. He had given her control...of this encounter, of this standoff, of this moment. She felt the urge to resist, to turn away from him, but stronger than that was the urge to stay. He stood there, beautiful and treacherous, with that body that demanded to be touched and promised satisfaction in every fiber. Maybe they weren't so different after all? She stared at him as a slow 'now you're getting it' smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He undid the buckle of his belt slowly, pulled it from the bands of his jeans, and moved towards her as she waited cautiously for what he might do. Now that he was up close she could see the passion in his eyes, the fire he spoke of, but there was something else, something she couldn't quite see clearly. He moved behind her and reached for her hands, slowly, gently, and wrapped his belt around her wrists. She offered no resistance. She had never felt safe in Joshua's arms. He was dangerous, unpredictable. She knew he wouldn't hurt her physically, not bad anyway, but she never really knew. And the fire was seductive enough to make her leave her judgement behind to ignore for the moment the whispered warnings. He moved back in front of her, still holding her gaze, as she stood before him with her arms bound behind her back. There was that glint of hardness, that menace in his blue eyes, and it drew her to him. Sex with Joshua was like nothing she had ever had before; it had that touch of spark and that edge of danger that consumed her, and he knew it, and he used it. He brought sex to a whole new playing ground, a whole new level, and she could do nothing but hold on for the ride. He looked to her, an instant of breakage in his gaze, and she nodded her head, ever so slightly, giving her consent. She saw that passion leap into his eyes again, that fire, that power that had set the tone of their relationship without even a consideration for feelings. He pushed her to the floor moving over her like a huge predatory beast. They were together. They would burn. They would drown. They would cut each other to shreds. It wasn't exactly the healthiest relationship, but it didn't matter, because once you went far enough, pain and pleasure were one and the same. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She groaned after she had finally caught enough breath to do so. He shifted his weight off her slightly, enough to unbind her wrists. She wondered where he got his strength because certainly she had none, as he pulled her up to sit between his legs. His hands descended on her shoulders that were red and scraped. She groaned again and he stopped momentarily, starting again to massage them more gently. He kissed her back, her shoulders, her neck. "You...are...enchanting," he whispered in her ear. She didn't reply, she didn't think she could. She didn't think she could do anything right now because he had stolen everything from her, every ounce of energy, control, and fight. He continued to rub her gently for how long she didn't know, but she didn't think forever would be long enough. He finally moved, pulling her to her feet and enclosed her in a huge hug. He let up and looked at her amused. She looked back at him seriously and spoke quietly, "you're going to kill me one day, aren't you?" He took a little breath reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears. He then leaned in to kiss her, long and deep and backed with emotion. But he did not answer her. "I have to go," he said finally giving her another soft kiss on her mouth. She nodded already searching for her clothes that were strewn about the living room. She winced pulling them on, she was sore, and she would bruise. He had contorted her in positions she wasn't even aware she could get into, but her wrists being bound as they were made it necessary. She didn't feel it then, but she felt it now, and she would certainly feel it much later. She moved slowly into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water chugging it completely and tossing it into the recycle container. She then grabbed another one and sat gingerly down at her dining table. She watched Joshua out of the corner of her eye as he stood staring at his bags with an envelope in his hand. He finally sighed and walked over to her as she watched him carefully. He tossed the envelope, it was heavy, and it thumped loudly on the table in front of her. He held her gaze and it was no longer that hungry look, not even a friendly look. He nodded towards the envelope, "it's all I could find." The chemical, she thought. She studied him, trying to discern whether or not he was telling the truth. Joshua may not always hide his emotions but she suspected he would be a good liar. Although, he hadn't lied to her yet, her doubts remained. She dropped her gaze studying the envelope and let her Bathroom Tigers out...so much information could be in that envelope. She reached for it. "Paige." She stopped looking up to him. Here it comes she thought, another condition. Apparently, the sex, the power, hadn't been enough for him. "Think very carefully before you open that...you will owe me." He breathed the words out quietly though she picked out the warning in his tone and the smoldering blue of his eyes easily enough. She clenched her jaw and answered just as quietly, "better to deal with the devil you know." He shifted his weight, "you don't know the devil you're dealing with." She reached for the envelope and undid the tiny red string holding the flap closed. "It's not like I have much left to lose...is there?" she asked quietly. She saw the confusion cross his features, but it was only for a moment, then he straightened. "Right," he said softly then turned and gathered his bags. She had already dismissed him engrossed in the papers she pulled out, her mind diving into all the new information it had. He stood quietly watching her then shook his head. "God, I'm such an asshole," he said to himself before walking to the door. She mumbled something in return, not really hearing him, not really caring... Return |
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