FTWS KM 2023
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Re: Silrah + hate sex
Date: February 23rd, 2023 12:18 am (UTC)I'm sorry if this isn't really what you wanted OP but after I started writing it just happened so here you go. .
„Ben out.“ Her tone cut through the room but with her icy eyes still focused on him it felt more like she wanted to slice through him. Saul could feel the fiery anger scorching him across the room the tension begging a similar flame to rise in answer within himself. It blazed underneath his skin, a twisting bundle of heat in his gut. Ben’s gaze flickered between them for a moment considering if he should try and negotiate to avoid the unavoidable fallout. But it took only one decisive jerk of Farah’s chin for him to lift his hands in defeat and abandon ship. A year ago he might’ve stayed to try and smooth out the waves. Back then he had still believed their love was stronger than whatever childish differences tore at them at the moment. Hell, Saul himself had believed that at some point. But by now they both knew better. The resigned slump of Bens shoulders was as much damnation as anything. Even for him there was no sense in getting between their explosive altercations anymore.
The door had barely clicked shut behind him before they jumped each other. Her body crashed into his just as his hands reached out. Saul clawed at her, fingers digging into the smooth material of her blouse without any regard for the object and he could nearly hear his ex-wife’s nagging voice complaining about wrinkles in the fabric. He bunched it up even more for good measure.
Their mouths clashed, more teeth and tongue than lips as she hungrily pressed against him. She was a flame, burning him everywhere their bodies met. He had always wanted her, but never like this, never as violently, as all consumingly than now. It had started right after they both signed the divorce papers. As soon as that sweep of ink on paper had dried, all grim triumph had vanished from him, leaving something hollow that he had no desire to closer inspect. It irked him beyond measure. How dare she still affect him. The documents he just signed finally cut them apart, so why was she still in his mind, in his heart? It set his nerves alight with anger and something else, something he spotted flashing in Farah’s eyes just minutes later before her lips crashed against his own in the dark parking lot of their attorney. All that was soft between them had been sentenced to death with their paired signatures on the divorce settlement. What remained was sharp and unyielding, barbed wire wrapping around them. They were bound painfully and inescapable.
And he hated her for it. That she was still here even after one year, still so deeply imprinted on his mind that he couldn’t let go. Whenever he made the decision to leave he ended up being pulled back as if tied to her by a string that was stretched too taut. The harder he pulled away, the harsher he was thrown back against her. More often than not lately they ended up like this, clawing at each other with wild abandon. Partly because it was convenient. Mostly because it was them.
Her fingers were in his hair, tugging insistently. Directing his jaw. Like hell, he would give in like that. He used his body to push her back until her slim frame was pressed up against the wall. She grunted at the impact, catching his lips between her teeth. Contrary to what she had once told him, his wife had always liked to bite.
Pulling free of the kiss, he tongued down her neck leaving a few marks of his own on her soft skin. She still tasted the same but now he felt like swallowing her whole instead of contending with small nips. She moaned and her hands that had been groping along his sweater tugged impatiently until he ripped it off. Her fingers greedily roamed his chest and shoulders, biting nails leaving searing trails of pleasure. To even the score he pulled on the flap of her blouse, intend on ignoring the many buttons and just pull it over her head as well. Her protest was short-lived but her wrists caught on the unopened cuff.
Her breathy “Fuck.” resonated in the air between them. Instead of granting her time to pull out of her silky shackles, he held onto the twisted bundle remaining of her blouse, pinning her hands over her head. His other arm was helping to support her weight as her slender legs wrapped around him but he still had his mouth to take advantage of the exposed skin in front of him. The lace of her bra felt even flimsier between his teeth as he pulled it up and away from her breast.
“Saul you-“ She hissed lowly as he harshly sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He let his teeth graze her soft flesh in warning before applying more pressure. Her gasp reverberated through her torso so he soothed the bite with his tongue, still not freeing her struggling arms. Her retort was a pant in his ear as she tried to roll her hips into his own to increase friction. “Fuck, I hate you.” In answer, he only bit down harsher her body trying to twist away from him and towards him at the same time.
But it didn’t take too long for her to finally free her arms and latch onto him again, her lips hard and unrelenting on his own. Her fingers tore at him like she wanted to peel off his skin to reach what lay beneath and he imagined his own to do the same as they roamed whatever part of her he could reach. Frenzied hands tugged and pulled until the last layers fell and skin slid against skin. Saul swallowed the next curse that fell from her lips as he slid into her heat, stifling her moans with his mouth.
Her nails dug into his back with the familiar sharp ache and he panted against her collarbone as their bodies moved not with but against each other. Harsh and fast, desperate for relief. But desperate for something else as well. Something deeper, something he could not reach no matter how hard he pounded into her, no matter how deep she buried her teeth in him. A dull ache within him that he couldn’t pinpoint no matter how he moved and stretched. So he drank their stolen moments like the whiskey he had been drowning in right after their divorce, a new addiction to replace the old. But while alcohol had numbed him this made him feel alive.
Too soon they collapsed onto the couch, still a mess of sweaty limbs and shaking muscles. He felt his heartbeat thumb in his ears until it slowly faded to the silence of the room. His back still ached dimly and the clock on the wall ticked but for a second he closed his eyes, relishing the moment before inevitably reality would pierce through the shimmering veil of pleasure cottoning his mind. Farah stirred above him, extricating her legs from his own. Strands of her honey-blonde mane slid over his chest as she pushed herself up. An achingly familiar sensation that had become all but rare now.
They carried a certain awkwardness, those moments after. They always did. Filled with a sudden awareness that had been lost during the earlier haze and carrying a sense of ramification. Unspoken admissions harshly lit by regained clarity. Not that any of them were ever addressed.
They fucked out their issues. That was it. Talking was not a part of the package. And only in his weakest moments would he allow himself to regret that, regret what they had become.
When they were still married Saul loved basking in the afterglow. Pulling her close and bringing her body down from its height. She looked almost glowing in those moments and he now didn’t dare crack open his eye to check if she still did. He wouldn’t know what he feared more, learning that it had all just been in his mind or seeing that wonderous glow again, knowing that it wasn’t his to enjoy anymore.
So he never looked and neither did she. Instead, they left with averted eyes, wordlessly, silently. Until their orbits clashed once more.
TBC (maybe?)
Re: Silrah + hate sex
Date: February 23rd, 2023 02:12 am (UTC)Re: Silrah + hate sex
Date: February 23rd, 2023 03:17 am (UTC)Re: Silrah + hate sex
Date: February 23rd, 2023 09:41 pm (UTC)