Punishment - Ana/Goodwin - PG15
Summary: This is her punishment, for killing this enemy she loved.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Ana/Goodwin, implied Ana/Jack
Warnings: kinda dark? First character POV
He’s here again, I can feel him on the edge of my senses. Like an itch that fades, but never leaves. He’s always there, always around, like a plague never leaves; like a bad mistake that always lingers.
I thought when we reached the other camp that maybe he’d leave; that he’d go away, back to whatever hell he crawled his way out of. But instead he just laughed, ‘just because everything is different, doesn’t mean anything’s changed.’ Then he kissed his away along my neck until Jack sat with me and he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
Sometimes he can be kind. Those are the times when he smiles, like he did the afternoon of the crash when he tried to make that fire, and he kisses me and I forget that he’s not real, he can’t possibly be real, because I killed him, impaled him on that stick and left him to rot in a field.
Sometimes he can be harsh and cruel. Those are the times when he sneers, like he did the afternoon I killed him, and he’s rough then, rough and hard and fast and the whole time all I can think of is the look of surprise he had on his face when I killed him, impaled him on that stick and left him to rot in a field.
When I turn to face him, after so many long moments of him watching me, I can tell he’s angry. And I know why, he’s been watching me with Jack again. He doesn’t like it when I’m with the good doctor, he’s the worst then, hissing in my ear that I’m only his, and gripping me with all his strength until bruises appear on my arms. When Jack asks me about them the next day, I never know what to say, so I just grin and bear it.
Now his hands are brushing over my shoulders, and I shudder and shake, with pleasure, with pain. I can feel his lips graze my neck, then my ear.
“Just because everything is different, doesn’t mean anything has changed,” he whispers, then he’s laughing huskily, and biting my ear sharply. This is my punishment, for killing this enemy I loved.
And somehow, I don’t mind.