need you to ruin me [lost]
Title: need you to ruin me
Fandom: LOST
Summary: She wears his memory on her heart like a battle scar.
Pairing: Ben/Annie
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For gottalovev who requested something alone the lines of "BFF'S!!!". Ben/Annie was my original LOST otp and I haven't written them in ages. What better BFF than Ben's ONLY BFF ('cept maybe Hurley now): Annie. <333 So fluffy I should be SHOT.
Annie dreams of island trees and sunsets, staples of her childhood she brought with her. Salt and sand, moss under her back and a boy with dirty glasses and sad, crooked smiles. It's hard to forge ahead in cities built from things she doesn't trust. Cement and lies and money.
You've changed, she whispers in the dark, fingers tracing scars she never got to know across Ben's arms and neck.
Everything's changed. Her children will be home in an hour, her husband home in the evening. But for now, she can pretend they're lying in banyan groves and sharing secrets. It was never meant to be this way. She had dreams of marrying him when she was a little girl. Now she sees it would have been impossible.
He's not consistent with his visits. The first time he came to her door, there was a haggard look to him, a man lost in time and memories. Annie. Her name left his lips and it was like she'd never been gone. She didn't need to tell him she was married with a life of her own and kids who wouldn't have believed her island stories even if she'd bothered to tell them. No one would. She took him to her bed and didn't let go until it was almost to late to send him away.
Come back? Tomorrow? He promised her, slowly and carefully. And in the afternoon the next day, he was at her door.
It's never been easy to forget. She wears his memory on her heart like a battle scar, and she imagines he does the same. There's a wounded boy inside of him that grew into a wounded man. Annie likes to think she could be the cure, but he has medicine of his own.
I didn't forget you, he says, hands on her hips as she straddles his waist. He's leaving in the morning and she doesn't know when he'll be back. Nodding, she drags her nails down his chest and lowers herself down, pushing until she can't take it anymore. He dresses soon after and she cries, wrapped in sheets she picked out with her husband.
I don't know why I let you do this to me. Ben laughs, but it isn't pleasant. It doesn't comfort her. He turns around and holds her face by her chin.
No one did anthing to you. She nods and dresses herself, walking him to the door. He never says goodbye, never makes a show out of leaving. It could be the last time, but he never gives her any hint of that. He presses his lips to her forehead and squeezes her hand.
In other dreams, she imagines herself leaving with him. Going to the island and living the life she'd wanted to have with him. But there's a look in her eyes that tells her he's happier this way. Disconnected and free. There's a smile that plays on the corner of his mouth each time he gets in the car. Not smug, not satisfied.
Just happy. And Annie figures that it's worth it just to see that.
Fandom: LOST
Summary: She wears his memory on her heart like a battle scar.
Pairing: Ben/Annie
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For gottalovev who requested something alone the lines of "BFF'S!!!". Ben/Annie was my original LOST otp and I haven't written them in ages. What better BFF than Ben's ONLY BFF ('cept maybe Hurley now): Annie. <333 So fluffy I should be SHOT.
Annie dreams of island trees and sunsets, staples of her childhood she brought with her. Salt and sand, moss under her back and a boy with dirty glasses and sad, crooked smiles. It's hard to forge ahead in cities built from things she doesn't trust. Cement and lies and money.
You've changed, she whispers in the dark, fingers tracing scars she never got to know across Ben's arms and neck.
Everything's changed. Her children will be home in an hour, her husband home in the evening. But for now, she can pretend they're lying in banyan groves and sharing secrets. It was never meant to be this way. She had dreams of marrying him when she was a little girl. Now she sees it would have been impossible.
He's not consistent with his visits. The first time he came to her door, there was a haggard look to him, a man lost in time and memories. Annie. Her name left his lips and it was like she'd never been gone. She didn't need to tell him she was married with a life of her own and kids who wouldn't have believed her island stories even if she'd bothered to tell them. No one would. She took him to her bed and didn't let go until it was almost to late to send him away.
Come back? Tomorrow? He promised her, slowly and carefully. And in the afternoon the next day, he was at her door.
It's never been easy to forget. She wears his memory on her heart like a battle scar, and she imagines he does the same. There's a wounded boy inside of him that grew into a wounded man. Annie likes to think she could be the cure, but he has medicine of his own.
I didn't forget you, he says, hands on her hips as she straddles his waist. He's leaving in the morning and she doesn't know when he'll be back. Nodding, she drags her nails down his chest and lowers herself down, pushing until she can't take it anymore. He dresses soon after and she cries, wrapped in sheets she picked out with her husband.
I don't know why I let you do this to me. Ben laughs, but it isn't pleasant. It doesn't comfort her. He turns around and holds her face by her chin.
No one did anthing to you. She nods and dresses herself, walking him to the door. He never says goodbye, never makes a show out of leaving. It could be the last time, but he never gives her any hint of that. He presses his lips to her forehead and squeezes her hand.
In other dreams, she imagines herself leaving with him. Going to the island and living the life she'd wanted to have with him. But there's a look in her eyes that tells her he's happier this way. Disconnected and free. There's a smile that plays on the corner of his mouth each time he gets in the car. Not smug, not satisfied.
Just happy. And Annie figures that it's worth it just to see that.