Henry+Eileen // "Henry, You're Going Too Fast!"
Title;; “Henry, You’re Going Too Fast!”
Pairing(s)/Character(s);; Henry+Eileen
Fandom;; Silent Hill 4
Categories;; General
Rating;; M
Warnings;; het, my Eileen has a potty mouth, slightly sexual situation but it’s barely anything.
Summary;; “It’s every man for himself, right?”
Author's Notes;; lol my Eileen is a slut.
He’s so far ahead now, and the gap between them is only getting bigger and bigger the longer they run. Has he forgotten about her limp and how much slower she is than him? Has he forgotten that she’s wearing two-inch high heels? Eileen continues limping along the dirt path. She takes a bad step and her foot slants at a painful angle, causing her to stumble and barely avoid kissing the ground. That’s when he whips around and calls out for her. Fucking finally, she thinks to herself as she blows a strand of hair out of her vision.
It only takes a moment for him to run back to where she is and kneel to examine her foot. She resists the urge to kick him in the face, to dig her heels into his skin. No you idiot you can’t do that to him, she thinks to herself, The two of you are stuck in some fucking weird forest; of course he’s going to want to hurry along and get out as fast as he can. You know you’d do the same thing in his position. Every man for himself, right?
So she smiles and tries to kneel beside him, though it fucking hurts to do so. “It’s all right, Henry, don’t worry,” she whispers as she places a hand on his shoulder. It’s hard not to pull her hand away, because his sweat is making his shirt cling to his skin and it’s just gross but she probably isn’t much better. He may be the one fighting the monsters, but she’s the one that has such trouble with running.
“Can you walk?” he asks in that quiet, yet low voice of his. Eileen moves her hand from his sweaty shirt and onto his cheek. There’s a splatter of blood right under his eye and it reminds her so much of that fucking maniac, the one that tried to beat her to death, but her smile doesn’t falter, and her hand doesn’t move up to wipe the liquid away. She’s stroking his cheek now, and he’s trying so hard not to make eye contact, and his gaze eventually falls on her cast.
Is he staring at my brea-but then she glances down as well and forces back a laugh. Oh no he’d never do that. You stupid stupid woman, so conceited!
And then she slowly trails her hand down his face and back to his shoulder, but she doesn’t stop there. It keeps going and she isn’t even controlling it anymore, it just moves on its own. She watches with mild-interest as her hand continues going down his body. He’s stopped breathing now, she’s noticed, and his eyes are wide. As her hand drags down his chest, right above his heart, she can feel how hard it’s beating. Eileen always thought he was a virgin - this just proves it.
Then she stands, thankfully with little difficulty, and she begins to lead the way. She doesn’t even look back to see if he’s following; he’s like a little puppy, she knows she’s got him in the palm of her hand now. Virgins are so easy. And of course, he gets up and staggers behind her, probably barely able to walk because she’s got him all worked up and he can’t even fucking think straight let alone walk on his own two feet. He does it, though, and this impresses her ever so slightly. He can brush it off rather well, act as though nothing happened, but she sees through him.
Pairing(s)/Character(s);; Henry+Eileen
Fandom;; Silent Hill 4
Categories;; General
Rating;; M
Warnings;; het, my Eileen has a potty mouth, slightly sexual situation but it’s barely anything.
Summary;; “It’s every man for himself, right?”
Author's Notes;; lol my Eileen is a slut.
He’s so far ahead now, and the gap between them is only getting bigger and bigger the longer they run. Has he forgotten about her limp and how much slower she is than him? Has he forgotten that she’s wearing two-inch high heels? Eileen continues limping along the dirt path. She takes a bad step and her foot slants at a painful angle, causing her to stumble and barely avoid kissing the ground. That’s when he whips around and calls out for her. Fucking finally, she thinks to herself as she blows a strand of hair out of her vision.
It only takes a moment for him to run back to where she is and kneel to examine her foot. She resists the urge to kick him in the face, to dig her heels into his skin. No you idiot you can’t do that to him, she thinks to herself, The two of you are stuck in some fucking weird forest; of course he’s going to want to hurry along and get out as fast as he can. You know you’d do the same thing in his position. Every man for himself, right?
So she smiles and tries to kneel beside him, though it fucking hurts to do so. “It’s all right, Henry, don’t worry,” she whispers as she places a hand on his shoulder. It’s hard not to pull her hand away, because his sweat is making his shirt cling to his skin and it’s just gross but she probably isn’t much better. He may be the one fighting the monsters, but she’s the one that has such trouble with running.
“Can you walk?” he asks in that quiet, yet low voice of his. Eileen moves her hand from his sweaty shirt and onto his cheek. There’s a splatter of blood right under his eye and it reminds her so much of that fucking maniac, the one that tried to beat her to death, but her smile doesn’t falter, and her hand doesn’t move up to wipe the liquid away. She’s stroking his cheek now, and he’s trying so hard not to make eye contact, and his gaze eventually falls on her cast.
Is he staring at my brea-but then she glances down as well and forces back a laugh. Oh no he’d never do that. You stupid stupid woman, so conceited!
And then she slowly trails her hand down his face and back to his shoulder, but she doesn’t stop there. It keeps going and she isn’t even controlling it anymore, it just moves on its own. She watches with mild-interest as her hand continues going down his body. He’s stopped breathing now, she’s noticed, and his eyes are wide. As her hand drags down his chest, right above his heart, she can feel how hard it’s beating. Eileen always thought he was a virgin - this just proves it.
Then she stands, thankfully with little difficulty, and she begins to lead the way. She doesn’t even look back to see if he’s following; he’s like a little puppy, she knows she’s got him in the palm of her hand now. Virgins are so easy. And of course, he gets up and staggers behind her, probably barely able to walk because she’s got him all worked up and he can’t even fucking think straight let alone walk on his own two feet. He does it, though, and this impresses her ever so slightly. He can brush it off rather well, act as though nothing happened, but she sees through him.