Lost fic: watch me burn (Charlie)
Title: watch me burn
Character: Charlie/OFC
Rating: R (drug use)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: He can stop. He will. Just not today.
A/N: Written for lost_in_108 prompt #44 “tomorrow”; title snagged from that frakking Eminem song that I can’t stop listening to although it has nothing to do with this drabble…except for reigniting my love for angsty Dom face. Yes, yes special hell and all that jazz.
The girl tastes like ashes and vodka; he kisses her, fights the urge to gag. He tries for charming, but his whole body is shaking.
Three days clean and he’s already coming out of his skin.
“Come on gorgeous, take me home. You know you wanna.”
He punctuates each word with a roll of his hips; she’s just drunk and horny enough for this to work.
She takes him back to her hovel of a flat and Charlie runs his tongue over the track marks on her arm.
“You got anything?”
She tosses him a bump.
I’ll stop tomorrow, he promises himself as he inhales the first hit.
Character: Charlie/OFC
Rating: R (drug use)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: He can stop. He will. Just not today.
A/N: Written for lost_in_108 prompt #44 “tomorrow”; title snagged from that frakking Eminem song that I can’t stop listening to although it has nothing to do with this drabble…except for reigniting my love for angsty Dom face. Yes, yes special hell and all that jazz.
The girl tastes like ashes and vodka; he kisses her, fights the urge to gag. He tries for charming, but his whole body is shaking.
Three days clean and he’s already coming out of his skin.
“Come on gorgeous, take me home. You know you wanna.”
He punctuates each word with a roll of his hips; she’s just drunk and horny enough for this to work.
She takes him back to her hovel of a flat and Charlie runs his tongue over the track marks on her arm.
“You got anything?”
She tosses him a bump.
I’ll stop tomorrow, he promises himself as he inhales the first hit.