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🌶️ SC // @weaponid ( frank )
no words, no hesitation. not anymore, not when they'd spent so long trying to rationalize and stay away or convince one another: never again. his mouth crashed against hers, the taste of smoke and sweat and adrenaline still roaring hot beneath his skin. she lets him take. let herself take what wasn't hers. fingers curled around the chain that marked them both as numbers and cannon fodder, yanking him down like it wasn’t fast enough, never fast enough. she could still smell the blood on him, on both of them. could still feel the ghost of the fight buzzing under her skin and gnawing at her nerves. strung so tightly she might shatter if she didn’t have something to ground her, to hurt her, to remind her she was alive.
frank didn't ask and neither did she, that fucked up tether keeping them soulbound in ruin speaks for them. gloria shoved him backward with a snarl caught in her throat, pushing until the back of his knees hit the bed. it wasn't grace, it was instinct as she pried his belt open with the same frantic dexterity it took to pull a tourniquet tight. feral tangle of limbs and need, clawing at flak and cotton, scraping at skin and trying to tear him apart just to feel something through the noise. just to have him destroy her in return. she straddles him, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting down hard enough to leave moons in battered flesh. marks that will wither with time, but for now she wants him to wear her like the agony that lives between her ribs when he isn't inside her. ❛ i'm sorry. ❜ teeth tugging at lips, tongue tangled up like she's prying hell through the gates of heaven. ❛ sorry i can't stop needing you. ❜