More James & Lucy
This is just a little one, and it's from wayyy later, when they're like in their late 20s to early 30s. I skipped all the buildup cause I wanted to get to the fun part where his brains are all scrambled, but I'll fill it all in, I promise.
Also, I've got like five theme songs each for Lucy & James, which have been helping me get in the right mindset for them (cause they're a little bit of a stretch from my usual sunshine lollipops and rainbows, if you didn't notice). I'll prolly upload them at some point when I'm not so lazy.
Once, after, when James was dressing with eyes averted, ashamed, afraid, he told her what he was thinking.
“I hate you.”
Lucy laughed with perfect teeth. “No,” she said, “you don’t.”
“I do,” he said, looking her straight in the eye, the first time since he can’t remember when.
“Don’t lie to yourself, James.” Still smiling. Always smiling. He couldn’t stand the look of her.
“I hate you,” he said again, nearly shaking now. He felt like he might come apart. He wanted to smack her. He wanted to cry.
“I h-- hate… I hate that you have a key to my apartment, I-- I hate all your shoes.”
She wouldn’t stop smirking. Long fingers tracing the line of her throat. Purple nail polish. He couldn’t think.
“I-- you--” he thought he might be choking. Her soft laugh chilled him to the bone.
“Oh, come on, don’t stop now, you were on such a roll!” She smiled and he wanted to break something.
“I hate-- I can’t--” That laugh again. Those hands. He felt defeated.
“What’s that, James?”
“I… you… you live in all the wrong parts of me.” He didn’t know what he meant.
Her nail scratched lightly down his arm. When had he moved so close? He hated her. He hated himself. He couldn’t feel his teeth.
Also, I've got like five theme songs each for Lucy & James, which have been helping me get in the right mindset for them (cause they're a little bit of a stretch from my usual sunshine lollipops and rainbows, if you didn't notice). I'll prolly upload them at some point when I'm not so lazy.
Once, after, when James was dressing with eyes averted, ashamed, afraid, he told her what he was thinking.
“I hate you.”
Lucy laughed with perfect teeth. “No,” she said, “you don’t.”
“I do,” he said, looking her straight in the eye, the first time since he can’t remember when.
“Don’t lie to yourself, James.” Still smiling. Always smiling. He couldn’t stand the look of her.
“I hate you,” he said again, nearly shaking now. He felt like he might come apart. He wanted to smack her. He wanted to cry.
“I h-- hate… I hate that you have a key to my apartment, I-- I hate all your shoes.”
She wouldn’t stop smirking. Long fingers tracing the line of her throat. Purple nail polish. He couldn’t think.
“I-- you--” he thought he might be choking. Her soft laugh chilled him to the bone.
“Oh, come on, don’t stop now, you were on such a roll!” She smiled and he wanted to break something.
“I hate-- I can’t--” That laugh again. Those hands. He felt defeated.
“What’s that, James?”
“I… you… you live in all the wrong parts of me.” He didn’t know what he meant.
Her nail scratched lightly down his arm. When had he moved so close? He hated her. He hated himself. He couldn’t feel his teeth.