[Tao/Victoria] Red Handed, PG-13, Oneshot
Pairing: Victoria Song Qian x Tao Huang Zitao
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, minor!Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the writing.
Summary: In the eyes of society, they are perfect for each other. In the eyes of their own, they are nothing of the sort. Yet, those who fall are simply fallen and feelings cannot be taken back. They can only work harder to truly suit each other, even if it may just be a serious lost cause.
He easily sweeps her hand into his own, fitting his fingers in naturally with the creases of her hands. The warmth that radiates from his palms calms her surprisingly cold ones.
"I'm doing you a favor." He says. "You owe me one."
And though she knows she really shouldn't, she cannot suppress the loud thumping of her heart in her chest.
It's suffocating.
His hands travel over her smooth skin, lips thinned tightly as he backs her up against the door of the hotel room. Her fingers run through his hair, her other hand supporting herself on his shoulder, as she cranes her neck to turn her face aside.
“I want to see your eyes.” He whispers against her collar.
They can both hear an imaginary alarm screaming in their head.
“I can’t look at you, Tao.” She says.
The boy pauses momentarily, raising his face as he slips a hand beneath her blouse, cold fingers finding contact with warm skin. “Open your eyes.”
She shuts them tighter, her entire body tensing at his caress. Tao uses a hand to pinch her chin, turning her face towards him. Her breaths are hollow but her chest rises and falls rapidly; they’ve never been this close, yet, she’s never felt so far away.
“Look at me.” Tao repeats. “I want you to see me when we’re doing this-only me.”
Slowly, timidly, she opens her eyes.
“Remember this moment, Song Qian, for as long as your heart will allow you to.” He tells her. Then he leans forward, pressing their lips together while lifting her off the ground and throwing her onto the soft bed in the dimly lit room.
This is all so wrong, she thinks, because nothing between them has ever been right. Nothing can be right between identities like themselves-years apart, separated by different worlds. Even if the mainstream society thinks they are equally bad, both with unrefutable reputations and careers that tarnishes one's name, they cannot see each other as such. But what does any of that matter anymore, now that they’ve taken things to this extreme?
So she keeps her eyes wide open, watching his every grin and every smirk as he removes his clothing; watching the way he slips his hands beneath hers and slides them off with ease.
There’s experience in his every action; she’s hyperaware of it.
He is surprised, to say the least, when she remains unmoved as they become one. Her arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, knees pressing hard into either side of his hips; she’s still looking him in the eyes, occasionally brushing his fringes away when his sweat plasters them over his forehead.
The pain is overbearing and tears escape her, gasps unable to be withheld when he releases into her. The sensation is so new to the both of them, even if it is neither of their first.
“You’ll eventually regret this.” Tao accuses against the lobe of her ear when they’re both spent, breathing heavily into the dark room.
Song Qian bites down on her lip, turning to face the wall as the heat blossoms in her cheeks. ”I won’t,” she says stubbornly, but perhaps someday she will regret this, she reasons to herself. At this very moment, though, she feels content.
After a brief nap, Tao wakes up to the sound of Song Qian in the shower. He knows, maybe out of instinct, that she’s preparing to leave him, to return to the world that she’s always belonged to. When she appears again, she is fully dressed, hair loose over her shoulders, eyes lined black but still so bright and confident.
He thinks that maybe her regret has come too soon.
“You’re up?” She asks, a weak smile gracing her beautiful lips. Tao loves the way her eyes are large and round when she smiles.
He nods.
“I’ve never done this before so I’m not sure how much I sho-“
Tao interrupts her by abruptly standing, fingers raking through his hair as he presses a chaste kiss to her cheek before entering the bathroom to wash up. Song Qian lowers her gaze to the ground, hands gripping at the hems of her shirt.
“Don’t worry about it.” Tao says, the running water nearly obscuring his words from her hearing. “Think of it as personal service.”
The words pierce through her, but this is a pain that she has no right to acclaim to. What happened that evening was not something Song Qian regretted, but she couldn’t say she was proud of it either. With her status and position in their society, she shouldn’t have so easily fallen into such desires.
It was not easy for her to fall, but she had fallen. This boy is not someone she wants to endanger, yet, accepting him, confronting him, or even just confessing such feelings to him would do just that.
She forces herself to pull up a front, voice firm as she heads for the door. “I’m afraid I cannot take you up on that offer,” she says, “but I’ll give you some time to think about what it is you want from me. You can have anything you want as long as I am capable of giving it to you. When you’ve come up with something, just let me know.”
Although she has plenty of cash on her, she does not want their relationship to be established on such a value-or any value at all. Tao had his occupation as a host and she would never be able to rid herself of the infamous title of her own, but this thing between them was something she wished to keep innocent.
It may seem ironic, but she still hoped for at least that much.
Tao freezes over the sink, glancing at himself in the mirror. He hears Song Qian turning the door knob and has the urge to stop her from leaving, from ever leaving him again.
Before this, their relationship was clean cut, purely that of a boss and their employee; Song Qian occasionally visited the club he worked at as a part of her monthly mandatory routine surveillances. Everyone knew the triad of their town had loose rules, but the most trusted of the leaders would always be on strict duties.
Song Qian was one of the trusted links, respected and feared by many.
Falling in love was never in her agenda. Tao had been a mishap. At least that’s what he thought.
“I know what I want.” Tao suddenly interjects.
Song Qian pauses in her steps. “What is it?”
“That you’ll never forget me, no matter what happens.”
He appears from beyond the door frame, hair messily tousled and his eyes deep with sincerity. Song Qian tries to bite back a smile but it doesn’t quite sit well with the fluttering in her chest. “I never had the intention of forgetting you.”
“Until I can catch up to you and your status,” Tao says, ignoring the gleam in her eyes and the way it makes his stomach flip and turn, “I want you to always watch me; watch how I’ll prosper to stand beside you, to be the one most worthy. You told me I could ask for anything, I’ll keep your word to it.”
She wants to tell him that it’s not necessary; that Tao is perfect, just the way he is, and she’s the one who’s not good enough-Song Qian is the flawed one that can never be what Tao deserves.
“Alright, I will,” she says offhandedly, nodding at him briefly while steadily leaving without a second thought.
He doesn’t expect her to hesitate. Song Qian was never one to doubt herself, her last statement to him only proves so much.
“I always keep my word." Song Qian tells him. "Always.”
A/N: This is my first official Taotoria oneshot, even though it's technically more like a drabble; I've got many more Taotoria stories in the works but none are even close to being finished. >_<. Hopefully this was at least decent? Comments would be loved and very much appreciated; especially constructive criticism! Thank you for reading, and may all the f(exo) pairings continue to prosper! Heheh ^_^ Happy Holiday's!!!
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, minor!Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the writing.
Summary: In the eyes of society, they are perfect for each other. In the eyes of their own, they are nothing of the sort. Yet, those who fall are simply fallen and feelings cannot be taken back. They can only work harder to truly suit each other, even if it may just be a serious lost cause.
He easily sweeps her hand into his own, fitting his fingers in naturally with the creases of her hands. The warmth that radiates from his palms calms her surprisingly cold ones.
"I'm doing you a favor." He says. "You owe me one."
And though she knows she really shouldn't, she cannot suppress the loud thumping of her heart in her chest.
It's suffocating.
His hands travel over her smooth skin, lips thinned tightly as he backs her up against the door of the hotel room. Her fingers run through his hair, her other hand supporting herself on his shoulder, as she cranes her neck to turn her face aside.
“I want to see your eyes.” He whispers against her collar.
They can both hear an imaginary alarm screaming in their head.
“I can’t look at you, Tao.” She says.
The boy pauses momentarily, raising his face as he slips a hand beneath her blouse, cold fingers finding contact with warm skin. “Open your eyes.”
She shuts them tighter, her entire body tensing at his caress. Tao uses a hand to pinch her chin, turning her face towards him. Her breaths are hollow but her chest rises and falls rapidly; they’ve never been this close, yet, she’s never felt so far away.
“Look at me.” Tao repeats. “I want you to see me when we’re doing this-only me.”
Slowly, timidly, she opens her eyes.
“Remember this moment, Song Qian, for as long as your heart will allow you to.” He tells her. Then he leans forward, pressing their lips together while lifting her off the ground and throwing her onto the soft bed in the dimly lit room.
This is all so wrong, she thinks, because nothing between them has ever been right. Nothing can be right between identities like themselves-years apart, separated by different worlds. Even if the mainstream society thinks they are equally bad, both with unrefutable reputations and careers that tarnishes one's name, they cannot see each other as such. But what does any of that matter anymore, now that they’ve taken things to this extreme?
So she keeps her eyes wide open, watching his every grin and every smirk as he removes his clothing; watching the way he slips his hands beneath hers and slides them off with ease.
There’s experience in his every action; she’s hyperaware of it.
He is surprised, to say the least, when she remains unmoved as they become one. Her arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, knees pressing hard into either side of his hips; she’s still looking him in the eyes, occasionally brushing his fringes away when his sweat plasters them over his forehead.
The pain is overbearing and tears escape her, gasps unable to be withheld when he releases into her. The sensation is so new to the both of them, even if it is neither of their first.
“You’ll eventually regret this.” Tao accuses against the lobe of her ear when they’re both spent, breathing heavily into the dark room.
Song Qian bites down on her lip, turning to face the wall as the heat blossoms in her cheeks. ”I won’t,” she says stubbornly, but perhaps someday she will regret this, she reasons to herself. At this very moment, though, she feels content.
After a brief nap, Tao wakes up to the sound of Song Qian in the shower. He knows, maybe out of instinct, that she’s preparing to leave him, to return to the world that she’s always belonged to. When she appears again, she is fully dressed, hair loose over her shoulders, eyes lined black but still so bright and confident.
He thinks that maybe her regret has come too soon.
“You’re up?” She asks, a weak smile gracing her beautiful lips. Tao loves the way her eyes are large and round when she smiles.
He nods.
“I’ve never done this before so I’m not sure how much I sho-“
Tao interrupts her by abruptly standing, fingers raking through his hair as he presses a chaste kiss to her cheek before entering the bathroom to wash up. Song Qian lowers her gaze to the ground, hands gripping at the hems of her shirt.
“Don’t worry about it.” Tao says, the running water nearly obscuring his words from her hearing. “Think of it as personal service.”
The words pierce through her, but this is a pain that she has no right to acclaim to. What happened that evening was not something Song Qian regretted, but she couldn’t say she was proud of it either. With her status and position in their society, she shouldn’t have so easily fallen into such desires.
It was not easy for her to fall, but she had fallen. This boy is not someone she wants to endanger, yet, accepting him, confronting him, or even just confessing such feelings to him would do just that.
She forces herself to pull up a front, voice firm as she heads for the door. “I’m afraid I cannot take you up on that offer,” she says, “but I’ll give you some time to think about what it is you want from me. You can have anything you want as long as I am capable of giving it to you. When you’ve come up with something, just let me know.”
Although she has plenty of cash on her, she does not want their relationship to be established on such a value-or any value at all. Tao had his occupation as a host and she would never be able to rid herself of the infamous title of her own, but this thing between them was something she wished to keep innocent.
It may seem ironic, but she still hoped for at least that much.
Tao freezes over the sink, glancing at himself in the mirror. He hears Song Qian turning the door knob and has the urge to stop her from leaving, from ever leaving him again.
Before this, their relationship was clean cut, purely that of a boss and their employee; Song Qian occasionally visited the club he worked at as a part of her monthly mandatory routine surveillances. Everyone knew the triad of their town had loose rules, but the most trusted of the leaders would always be on strict duties.
Song Qian was one of the trusted links, respected and feared by many.
Falling in love was never in her agenda. Tao had been a mishap. At least that’s what he thought.
“I know what I want.” Tao suddenly interjects.
Song Qian pauses in her steps. “What is it?”
“That you’ll never forget me, no matter what happens.”
He appears from beyond the door frame, hair messily tousled and his eyes deep with sincerity. Song Qian tries to bite back a smile but it doesn’t quite sit well with the fluttering in her chest. “I never had the intention of forgetting you.”
“Until I can catch up to you and your status,” Tao says, ignoring the gleam in her eyes and the way it makes his stomach flip and turn, “I want you to always watch me; watch how I’ll prosper to stand beside you, to be the one most worthy. You told me I could ask for anything, I’ll keep your word to it.”
She wants to tell him that it’s not necessary; that Tao is perfect, just the way he is, and she’s the one who’s not good enough-Song Qian is the flawed one that can never be what Tao deserves.
“Alright, I will,” she says offhandedly, nodding at him briefly while steadily leaving without a second thought.
He doesn’t expect her to hesitate. Song Qian was never one to doubt herself, her last statement to him only proves so much.
“I always keep my word." Song Qian tells him. "Always.”
A/N: This is my first official Taotoria oneshot, even though it's technically more like a drabble; I've got many more Taotoria stories in the works but none are even close to being finished. >_<. Hopefully this was at least decent? Comments would be loved and very much appreciated; especially constructive criticism! Thank you for reading, and may all the f(exo) pairings continue to prosper! Heheh ^_^ Happy Holiday's!!!