[attr="class","mila2"] it was an inevitability. the way she pressed against him, the way her mouth moved insistently against his, mouth opening for him. her fingernails clawed against his shirt, pulling it apart in the second that he was rid of hers, and leaping into his arms, her legs wrapping around him. her heels dug into his backside, nails sliding against skin.

[break][break] each moment that passed, her heart unfurled with more and more desire. Gunner Graves may have been drinking from the poisoned chalice, but she was the one who was all so willing to give it. she poured everything she had into their kiss, a mixture of teeth and tongue.

[break][break] she only gasped when she was lifted entirely, scooped up into his arms like he was merely nothing, and she pulled away from him reluctantly.

[break][break] "it's - " she said, licking her lips. "it's right there. just behind you."

[break][break] her head was hazy with want and need. mila leaned forward, pepper kisses along his jaw and nipping at his ear.

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[attr="class","mila2"] he didn't need to ravish her, because mila was already aching.

[break][break] aching for his touch, for his fire, for everything it was that she felt when she had looked at him moments ago, expression mingled with hatred and fury. but now those intense emotions were replaced was by another — perhaps even more intense, the hunger that she felt for him, for the desire to ravish and be ravished.

[break][break] she gasped as he threw her onto the bed as if she weighed absolutely nothing, her eyes taking in the sight of him hovering over with hungry, reckless abandon. she kicked off her own undergarments alongside him, eager to accept him back as he trailed searing hot kisses down her neck and even further south. moans and sounds of pleasure flooded the air without the slightest bit of care of who might've been listening, her head thrown back.

[break][break] "hurry," she begged, her voice husky as it unraveled from her throat. her eyes were full of fire, urgent with need. mila didn't bother waiting. once everything was off and there was nothing left between them, she grabbed his hips and surged forward, aching and needing him more than she needed air to breathe.

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[attr="class","mila2"] it's immediate. her voice fills with pleasure as he obliges her, rolling their hips together. it feels amazing. it's exactly what she begged for, what she needed.

[break][break] her nails clawed against his skin, digging into flesh that would be sure to leave reminders against his skin later. and his lips left a trail of heated kisses that would be sure to mark her pale skin red. but mila didn't care. she didn't care about any of it — just about the feeling of him against her, of taut muscle against smooth skin, her fingers tangled in his hair as she tugged.

[break][break] her body arched off the bed as it begged for release.

[break][break] they moved together as if they were in perfect sync, chasing the same high. the rest of the world fell away as mila clawed against his skin, claiming his mouth as hers. it was bruising in the way that they consumed each other, a fiery inferno that ripped everything away without forgiveness or remorse.

[break][break] leaving nothing but sheer pleasure in it's wake.

[break][break] moments later, she rolled off of him. breathless, she was curled against him for a moment as her eyes dragged up to his, dragging her fingers along his bare chest.

[break][break] full of blissful haze, she turned to him. gently, a hand pressed over his bristled cheek as a lazy smile curved over her mouth.

[break][break] "you know, you're a pretty good lay."

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[attr="class","mila2"] people who knew mila might say that she liked sex because she liked the thrill of the chase. she liked flirting and teasing others because it elicited an instinctual response, the illusion of control or power over someone else. others might say it was because she was pretty, and pretty people liked the validation that came from kissing and touching another person in such an intimate way.

[break][break] none of those people would guess the real reason mila chased after moments like these.

[break][break] it wasn't because of the thrill of the chase or even the acts during - even if she enjoyed those too - but rather, the moment after. there was something purely addicting about the post-haze of intimacy that clung to her, the moment of being held in another's arms. it was secure and safe, something that her life was always sorely lacking. she could never quite be healthy or happy as normal people were, but it was these quiet moments in between that she clung to in her darkest times. it reminded her that she could still be wanted and cared for as if she was someone deserving. someone good.

[break][break] as her fingers curled affectionately against his cheek, her gaze wandered further.

[break][break] just as her own body was marred with bruises beyond compare, his was too. bites and scratch marks littered the expanse of his muscled frame, and the bruises upon his tanned skin would soon purple overnight with the intensity in which she'd attacked him. together, they were picturesque and awful, a moment of shared intensity between them that they wouldn't be able to erase anytime soon.

[break][break] at his words, she chuckled.

[break][break] "hate to break it to you," she whispered. "but you'll have to try harder than this to break me, sweetheart." she pressed a kiss to his jawline, a noise of contented pleasure curling out from her like a cat. one of her legs went around to wrap around his waist — only to wince. it was then that mila looked below, and she saw the streaks of blood around her foot — and the shards of glass that were there.

[break][break] "fuck."

[break][break] when had that happened?

[break][break] suddenly uncoiling from him, mila pulled her knees to her chest as she inspected the bottom of her heel where tiny bits of glass had imbedded themselves into her skin.

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[attr="class","mila2"] the pain was so real that she didn't even notice the way gunner looked at her slip of tongue. she didn't notice the conflict entangled in his expression ash peered at the shards of glass, wincing at the sight.

[break][break] "oh - uh, " she said, blinking. startled, at his offer. her first instinct was to deny him, to tell him that she could take care of this on her own. after all, this was her own fuck-up. "in the bathroom, yeah."

[break][break] when he returns to the room, she's pulled herself to the edge of the bed with one foot dangling above the other.

[break][break] waiting for him.

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[attr="class","mila2"] every part of her says that she should protest. that she should run. after all, there's nothing in casual hookups that says that he has to stay after her, take care of her, glass-in-foot or not. but there's something in his determined gaze that draws him pause, something in the way the muscles ripple under his skin as he walks towards her that makes her hesitate.

[break][break] she watched him in silence as he dabbed away at her blood with a towel, wincing at the alcohol swab hit her skin. she grimaces slightly at the pain, only shifting slightly as he held her foot firmly in place.

[break][break] "you're good at this," she said, lips curved into a teasing smile, unable to help herself. she had to gain a little bit of the control back, even as she obediently unraveled the set of bandages for him and then handed it back.

[break][break] "you do this often? part-time paramedic?"

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