A Tree Named Desire
Title: A Tree Named Desire
Summary: What is purity when you're handed a gun when you're ten?
Pairing: Jack/Alex, mentions of Richard/Alex
Rating: R, for consensual relations between a minor and an adult
Notes: 5/5 for 30_rock_office's prompts for our fic battle.
She is young enough not to care. But she is old enough to know and understand what she wants. She gets it from men. The sex. Comfort comes from Karl. Comfort and kisses and occasionally they fuck. But this, this swift and close movement - it comes from men. Men like Richard. Men like Jack. Men with nothing left to lose who will bang a sixteen year old girl and not care what happens. She needs this. She's old enough.
This isn't right. She just bites his lips to shush him. He doesn't talk about that anymore.
You're a girl. Just a girl. She grasps his length and he groans. Where'd you learn to be so forward? She assumes it comes from Ben. Take charge. Accept no prisoners. And she's probably right. If she knew her mother, she might say she gets it from there, too. But Ben's the one with the forcefulness she has learned. He's the one who will kill to get what he wants. She might even do the same.
But she doesn't have to. Not people, anyway. Her innocence - that's something else. Something she can sacrifice. In this place, this world, her world, her island - what is innocence? What is childhood when you're handed a gun when you're ten? What is purity when your father catches you reading Lolita and just nods? What is innocence when a man who is more of a mystery to you than the land you were born in fucks you over his table, Latin books tossed about, his hands digging into your back? What is any of this when you will do anything for contact?
She kisses him one last time before leaving him. He's more confused than ever, but she doesn't care. The jungle steam hides her infidelity. Her father will know nothing. And she will keep her prize close to her heart. Innocence is overrated anyway.
Summary: What is purity when you're handed a gun when you're ten?
Pairing: Jack/Alex, mentions of Richard/Alex
Rating: R, for consensual relations between a minor and an adult
Notes: 5/5 for 30_rock_office's prompts for our fic battle.
She is young enough not to care. But she is old enough to know and understand what she wants. She gets it from men. The sex. Comfort comes from Karl. Comfort and kisses and occasionally they fuck. But this, this swift and close movement - it comes from men. Men like Richard. Men like Jack. Men with nothing left to lose who will bang a sixteen year old girl and not care what happens. She needs this. She's old enough.
This isn't right. She just bites his lips to shush him. He doesn't talk about that anymore.
You're a girl. Just a girl. She grasps his length and he groans. Where'd you learn to be so forward? She assumes it comes from Ben. Take charge. Accept no prisoners. And she's probably right. If she knew her mother, she might say she gets it from there, too. But Ben's the one with the forcefulness she has learned. He's the one who will kill to get what he wants. She might even do the same.
But she doesn't have to. Not people, anyway. Her innocence - that's something else. Something she can sacrifice. In this place, this world, her world, her island - what is innocence? What is childhood when you're handed a gun when you're ten? What is purity when your father catches you reading Lolita and just nods? What is innocence when a man who is more of a mystery to you than the land you were born in fucks you over his table, Latin books tossed about, his hands digging into your back? What is any of this when you will do anything for contact?
She kisses him one last time before leaving him. He's more confused than ever, but she doesn't care. The jungle steam hides her infidelity. Her father will know nothing. And she will keep her prize close to her heart. Innocence is overrated anyway.