Took a ride on a suicide romance
Title: Took a ride on a suicide romance
Pairing: Kate-centric (Jack as an additional character)
Rating: Hard R
Words: 290
Summary: A ficlet written for Alphabet meme. Prompt from lenina20 ; Kate, R is for Regret
AN: I only realized which emotion I picked after I published this, ironic much? Feel free to drop a prompt at the alphabet meme: http://phelipa.livejournal.com/30488.html
There are a lot of things that she should regret.
(he pushes into her and she lets an over-exaggerated whimper slip past her swollen, pink lips)
Turning her father into a pile of ashes, buried beneath a charred mountain of kindling and rubble, is one of them.
(her legs fold around his waist, ankles crossing in the small of his back as their hips meet)
Leaving Tom to die alone under the watch of a hardened cop and two inexperienced paramedics, robbing a wife and son of their husband and father, is another.
(sweat beads in the dip between her breasts and she gives an impatient little wriggle of her hips, more uncomfortable than aroused)
Turning a cold shoulder to her repentant mother and refusing to attend the unexpected funeral six months later is a third.
(he lets out a low grunt and she feels him twitch between her thighs, he starts thrusting harder, deeper)
Twisting an unsuspecting Kevin around her little finger and conning him into a marriage which she immediately fled is a fourth.
(he groans her name into her neck when he comes, leaving her completely unsated and frustrated)
Leaving a little towheaded boy with a muddled past and a lopsided smile in an unfamiliar grandmother’s care is a fifth.
(he tugs on a pair of boxers and stumbles to the kitchen, pouring a coffee mug full of dharma wine which he downs quickly, immediately reaching for another)
But the one thing she truly, honestly, regrets (and it all comes flooding back when he crawls into bed next to her and she smells the familiar, bitter stench of alcohol on his breath) is wasting almost four years on two assholes who don’t give a shit about her.
Pairing: Kate-centric (Jack as an additional character)
Rating: Hard R
Words: 290
Summary: A ficlet written for Alphabet meme. Prompt from lenina20 ; Kate, R is for Regret
AN: I only realized which emotion I picked after I published this, ironic much? Feel free to drop a prompt at the alphabet meme: http://phelipa.livejournal.com/30488.html
There are a lot of things that she should regret.
(he pushes into her and she lets an over-exaggerated whimper slip past her swollen, pink lips)
Turning her father into a pile of ashes, buried beneath a charred mountain of kindling and rubble, is one of them.
(her legs fold around his waist, ankles crossing in the small of his back as their hips meet)
Leaving Tom to die alone under the watch of a hardened cop and two inexperienced paramedics, robbing a wife and son of their husband and father, is another.
(sweat beads in the dip between her breasts and she gives an impatient little wriggle of her hips, more uncomfortable than aroused)
Turning a cold shoulder to her repentant mother and refusing to attend the unexpected funeral six months later is a third.
(he lets out a low grunt and she feels him twitch between her thighs, he starts thrusting harder, deeper)
Twisting an unsuspecting Kevin around her little finger and conning him into a marriage which she immediately fled is a fourth.
(he groans her name into her neck when he comes, leaving her completely unsated and frustrated)
Leaving a little towheaded boy with a muddled past and a lopsided smile in an unfamiliar grandmother’s care is a fifth.
(he tugs on a pair of boxers and stumbles to the kitchen, pouring a coffee mug full of dharma wine which he downs quickly, immediately reaching for another)
But the one thing she truly, honestly, regrets (and it all comes flooding back when he crawls into bed next to her and she smells the familiar, bitter stench of alcohol on his breath) is wasting almost four years on two assholes who don’t give a shit about her.