09-26-2018, 05:29 PM
She’d already dismissed him from her thoughts in the moment she started walking away, written him off as not important enough to pay any further mind. Just a reminder, just reinforcing her decision to go home. Maybe waking a little of her old self, the one buried beneath a year of motherhood and failure, sleep deprivation and self-hatred. She should go home. Chase the kids off for a bit. Take a bite out of Zor, push him and prod him and tear into him with her teeth ‘til something beastly flashed in his eyes and he did something instead of talking.
Maybe all she needed was a reminder that sometimes it didn’t matter if it felt good exactly. Sometimes it was a hell of a lot better if it hurt. Or hurt too.
But he stopped her with a drag of teeth down her shoulder, sending a shudder through her as fire seared her skin, burning away hairs and leaving still fairly minor burns in his wake. She dragged in a shaky breath, eyes going hazy as pain washed over her, closed her eyes and bit her lip and let it roll through her like a wave.
Or.
Or she could stay, just a little while longer.
No, don’t be stupid. Definitely time to go home. Direct that new flicker of awakeness somewhere useful, somewhere it can do some goddamn good in her life. Maybe try and fix things between her and Zor? Even if she couldn’t bang him, she could maybe play with him the way they used to, give him something to indicate he still mattered to her, that he was still hers. In some way. Even if not in the way he wanted.
The stranger’s laugh drew her back to the moment, though, in a way the burn hadn’t quite managed to. There was a hint of menace in his tone that sent a shiver down Dizzy’s spine, made her wonder if walking away would be as simple as she thought. She watched him nervously, shying a step away with a flicker of unease in her dark eyes. His words didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but the anticipation in his eyes made her ears flick back, made her snort and narrow her own eyes in warning. Ohhh, she knew that look. She knew it damn well, from Zor's eyes and Dov's alike. Nope. Hard pass. “Don’t go getting any ideas there, buddy. I’m not yours to play with.”
Maybe all she needed was a reminder that sometimes it didn’t matter if it felt good exactly. Sometimes it was a hell of a lot better if it hurt. Or hurt too.
But he stopped her with a drag of teeth down her shoulder, sending a shudder through her as fire seared her skin, burning away hairs and leaving still fairly minor burns in his wake. She dragged in a shaky breath, eyes going hazy as pain washed over her, closed her eyes and bit her lip and let it roll through her like a wave.
Or.
Or she could stay, just a little while longer.
No, don’t be stupid. Definitely time to go home. Direct that new flicker of awakeness somewhere useful, somewhere it can do some goddamn good in her life. Maybe try and fix things between her and Zor? Even if she couldn’t bang him, she could maybe play with him the way they used to, give him something to indicate he still mattered to her, that he was still hers. In some way. Even if not in the way he wanted.
The stranger’s laugh drew her back to the moment, though, in a way the burn hadn’t quite managed to. There was a hint of menace in his tone that sent a shiver down Dizzy’s spine, made her wonder if walking away would be as simple as she thought. She watched him nervously, shying a step away with a flicker of unease in her dark eyes. His words didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but the anticipation in his eyes made her ears flick back, made her snort and narrow her own eyes in warning. Ohhh, she knew that look. She knew it damn well, from Zor's eyes and Dov's alike. Nope. Hard pass. “Don’t go getting any ideas there, buddy. I’m not yours to play with.”