Love/Hate/Love
Fandom: House on Haunted Hill
Pairing: Evelyn Price/Steven Price
Summary: A little bit of marital almost-bliss
Warnings: pretty much PWOP
“Well, at least you’re letting me have the damn party,” Evelyn called from the bathroom, folding a cotton ball over her fingernail and leaning in to remove her eyeliner.
“You know how I am, sweetheart,” he spat from his place reading Forbes in bed, “What Daddy’s little princess wants, she gets.”
“Hmph,” she tossed the cotton ball in the trash and walked over to her side of the bed.
“So, why are you feeling so cozy all of a sudden, hmm?” he didn’t look up, “You haven’t slept in here for months. Come up with another scheme to bump me off?”
“Sugarpuss, if I wanted to kill you, I’d wait until the party.”
“Touché.”
She slid down under the covers and turned her back to him. He cast his eyes over her outline slowly.
“I’ve got an idea,” he murmured.
“What?”
“It’s been six months. Let’s fuck again, just for old time’s sake.”
She gave him a withering look. “You have to be kidding me.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” he raised his eyebrows, “I’ve got one hell of a set of blue balls, Evelyn.”
“Fine. But I’m on top,” she pushed back the sheets straddled him.
His hand grasped the nape of her neck. “Princess?” he asked against her mouth.
“Yes?”
“Like hell you are.” He bit down on her bottom lip and flipped her over on her back, digging his hand into her hair.
“Steven,” she groaned, clamping her thighs shut.
“Afraid not, honey,” he slid a leg between hers and forced her knees apart.
She reached up to dig her fingernails deeply into his back, breaking the skin as he leaned his head back and hissed.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she asked with a gasp.
“You bet your sweet little ass,” he kissed her hungrily, one hand pulling her nightgown up around her hips. His long, deft fingers snaked in and began to tease her.
She bit back a moan. “You’ve gotten better,” he eyes widened.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he snarled, his mouth moving down to her neck. His teeth sank down into the white skin as he began to suck, starving, leaving a livid red mark in his wake.
“Mm, shit,” she said, dragging her nails up and down his back.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he began to kiss down to her breasts, leaving a curved line of suck marks.
“Unnhhh,” she closed her eyes.
He snickered arrogantly, pulling back to survey his work, his fingers still toying with her slick flesh. “You look good,” he sneered, wiping a bit of blood away from the cut he left on her lip. She took his hand in hers and sucked the finger clean. “Twisted bitch,” he laughed.
“You know you love it,” she smirked and wrapped a leg around him, “Now fuck me.”
He thrust into her viciously, bracing his arms on either side of her head for balance. He looked down into her feral eyes as he slammed into her, the only sounds in the room the noise of their ragged breathing, and their bodies as they collided.
“Deeper,” she panted after a moment, grabbing his hips and etching red lines into them. She tossed her head, black hair strewn in a mess across the pillow.
“You love this, don’t you?” he gasped.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said as she leaned up to bite the hollow of his throat.
He groaned and gripped her hair again, pulling it back, making her neck arch upward as he bit again, drawing blood and licking it away. She felt her release build and burst as the skin broke. She pulled his head up and kissed him, tasting her own blood on his mouth as he came inside of her.
It took them both a few moments of furious panting before their heart rates began to return to normal.
“You don’t usually last that long,” she taunted.
“Maybe I’ve been practicing,” he caught her in another kiss, turning over onto his side and pulling her with him
“It was the best fuck I’ve had in a few months.” She said dryly, even as she settled into his arms.
She would never tell him the truth; that it was the first time she had come in ages, even with her affair.
“Good night, Evelyn,” he said as he picked a piece of down from her hair.
“Good night, Steven.” Against her better judgment, she laid her head against his chest.
After all…he was still her husband.