[Even her own actions become more confident. Demanding. It's hard not to when it comes to him. Whether they are fighting or fucking, it has always been like this. He takes control and she refuses to let him, and he wrests it back, and it becomes a cycle of vicious fury, climbing higher and higher until they finally reach the eye of that storm in the skies that they have built with their constant clash, all so that they can come crashing down from it together.
And tonight is only different in that she can already feel in her bones the inevitability of this one. The violence of it as they fight for dominance, just like the old days.
The leg at his waist hooks tighter, forcing him closer, so that he can feel every one of her curves. So that there is not a shred of space between their bodies as they seek each other out. Seek to find that contact that they crave, and that she has starved herself of for all these years.
Arms around his shoulders now, she uses him as an anchor to lift herself until she is crushed between him and the wall, until she can feel her muscles straining in their pursuit of him, all so that she can dive further into the kiss, intending to lay her claim on the control.
So desperate for it is she that she doesn't even register that there is a heavy set of footsteps coming down the corridor, or if any have come before. She doesn't care at this point, let them walk. Let them see who he belongs to...
Except the footsteps slow when they are near, and another voice that she does not want to hear — another voice that isn’t his — rings out.
"Ah, so you caught another one instead, did you?"
Benedikta nips on Cid's lip in her frustration because who the fuck before she opens her eyes, turning them only enough to shoot a look that could kill...
...
....
When she realizes that it's the same man that Cid had stolen her away from. There's a brief moment when she glances at Cid, gauging his reaction...
But before he can utter another ignorant word, or Cid can cast her a judgemental stare, there is a sharp, cold gust of wind that blows at him.]
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And tonight is only different in that she can already feel in her bones the inevitability of this one. The violence of it as they fight for dominance, just like the old days.
The leg at his waist hooks tighter, forcing him closer, so that he can feel every one of her curves. So that there is not a shred of space between their bodies as they seek each other out. Seek to find that contact that they crave, and that she has starved herself of for all these years.
Arms around his shoulders now, she uses him as an anchor to lift herself until she is crushed between him and the wall, until she can feel her muscles straining in their pursuit of him, all so that she can dive further into the kiss, intending to lay her claim on the control.
So desperate for it is she that she doesn't even register that there is a heavy set of footsteps coming down the corridor, or if any have come before. She doesn't care at this point, let them walk. Let them see who he belongs to...
Except the footsteps slow when they are near, and another voice that she does not want to hear — another voice that isn’t his — rings out.
"Ah, so you caught another one instead, did you?"
Benedikta nips on Cid's lip in her frustration because who the fuck before she opens her eyes, turning them only enough to shoot a look that could kill...
...
....
When she realizes that it's the same man that Cid had stolen her away from. There's a brief moment when she glances at Cid, gauging his reaction...
But before he can utter another ignorant word, or Cid can cast her a judgemental stare, there is a sharp, cold gust of wind that blows at him.]
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