sunday_reveries; It's broken.
You know I want to give you everything you want. But I can't. It's broken. - The Notebook
regards
she moves like fire, curling around him in the blank darkness of his bedroom. fire burns and snaps and consumes, and that's lena when he's with her, a stark contrast to her public face. drake pushes against her and she pulls him close, and he's just surprised enough to hesitate, which gives her a power he'd rather she didn't have.
"you fuck like an iceman," she tells him, which breaks her hold over him. he laughs and she laughs, and he wonders why this continued past that first time, in his office, between meetings of the seven. she's the only woman, and one of the younger ones, and several of the men had been after her since day one.
so, naturally, drake had to have her for himself.
he just didn't expect it to go so far.
she reminds him of someone he pretends to forget, but in the way a shadow reminds him of a person. darker, and fuzzy around the edges. just enough that he knows the shape of Her but not the substance.
he gives her what she wants, which is sex. she gives him what he wants, which is an equal to talk to, that he can have sex with. grace hates her. his mother says nothing, and he knows that means she hates lena too.
he's not sure what he thinks.
but it continues. in stolen moments and long, hot nights. in the way she looks at him during meetings, and the way he watches her as she leaves the room.
this isn't love, they tell each other, and they both believe it.
"you fuck like the daughter of a lunatic," drake tells her one night.
that's the night his daughter is conceived. lena never tells him. she ends it a few months later without telling him why and, though restoration day has passed and their business is long over, he misses the fire that burned when he was with her.
he pretends to forget her, too.
regards
she moves like fire, curling around him in the blank darkness of his bedroom. fire burns and snaps and consumes, and that's lena when he's with her, a stark contrast to her public face. drake pushes against her and she pulls him close, and he's just surprised enough to hesitate, which gives her a power he'd rather she didn't have.
"you fuck like an iceman," she tells him, which breaks her hold over him. he laughs and she laughs, and he wonders why this continued past that first time, in his office, between meetings of the seven. she's the only woman, and one of the younger ones, and several of the men had been after her since day one.
so, naturally, drake had to have her for himself.
he just didn't expect it to go so far.
she reminds him of someone he pretends to forget, but in the way a shadow reminds him of a person. darker, and fuzzy around the edges. just enough that he knows the shape of Her but not the substance.
he gives her what she wants, which is sex. she gives him what he wants, which is an equal to talk to, that he can have sex with. grace hates her. his mother says nothing, and he knows that means she hates lena too.
he's not sure what he thinks.
but it continues. in stolen moments and long, hot nights. in the way she looks at him during meetings, and the way he watches her as she leaves the room.
this isn't love, they tell each other, and they both believe it.
"you fuck like the daughter of a lunatic," drake tells her one night.
that's the night his daughter is conceived. lena never tells him. she ends it a few months later without telling him why and, though restoration day has passed and their business is long over, he misses the fire that burned when he was with her.
he pretends to forget her, too.