Hypocrite
Title: Hypocrite
Fandom: Christy
Characters: Christy Huddleson, Neil MacNeil
Word count: 683
For: fanfic100 & 31_days
I I I hate you!” She hastily turned from him walking into the direction of the setting sun, too ashamed to give him the satisfaction of watching her battling her emotions not to form into tears. Just when Christy had been certain there was nothing left he could do to shake her with angry, he proves her completely wrong. She knew later she would feel guilty and shamed for losing her temper so viciously, and for using a hurtful word in the passion of the moment, but now she was still too annoyed. The annoyance grew as she realized she was being followed, by him no doubt.
“Christy, please wait.” She did no such thing. She was determined to make a point and be just as stubborn as he had been countless times. A part of her knew to except it but still Christy found herself jumping when a hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her to a stop. With the heat of fire speeding through her veins she turns to face him.
“Leave me alone Neil!” His hand still on her shoulder prevented her to walk once more into the now blinding sunlight.
“I won't let you run away from this.”
“Just leave me alone Neil. Please.” She kicked herself for losing the battle as tears softly feel down her face, she quickly looks away in hopes he failed to notice; knowing perfectly well he had already. With a sigh of perhaps guilt he speaks again more calmly.
“Fine. Just allow me to ask you one question.” she nods for granting permission. “Was what you did really that shameful? Isn't your God and your beliefs state that of all things love is the most important one?”
“You won't understand Neil It's just not that simple.” He lets down his hand keeping her promise to let her leave, which did she without hesitation. He remained in the field the setting sun blindly in front, the dark sometimes unfriendly woods at his heels, as he surrounds himself with a fresh memory. Though seemingly happy it only pained him.
Another argument. He pushing her to defend herself, to be stronger and stand up for her beliefs and conversions and simply not fight another man's battle. Her pushing back stabbering to defend her ways. This time when he laughed to create a rise from her instead of turning away with a silent huff she had marched to him, inches from him, and just when he was certain he was going to be slapped she instead kissed him. Hard. With passion and he kissed her back with equal force, quickly circling his hands around her back, pulling her to him. For a few moment it was perfect. Than she jerked away muttering oh my god before running from his porch, he knew better than to follow than.
Successfully Christy entered the mission without being heard and while remaining quiet climbed the stairs leading to her room, once the door was gently closed she stumbles to the floor sobbing as if a child. What she did was wrong. Sinful. She thought herself a hypocrite for teaching against the very thing she feel victim to. It had been little if any thought involved. Simple and pure passion over taking to the point it was unable and more importantally unwilling to be controlled. It also shamed her to admit it was an amazing kiss, out ranking the ones from David and before him Tim Abbott. When reality caught up with her she fled, not knowing what to do, It would have been fine if he hadn't appeared a few minutes later smiling at her, the smile she couldn't read. A new form of passion over took her and this time she screamed at him blaming him for making her feel this way, for making the rocks of her already fragile life stumble. Ultimentaly Christy blamed Neil for making her feel. The final straw that broke her was his soft spoken words of I love you. She couldn't love him, didn't want too, was ashamed. It was than she ran again.
Fandom: Christy
Characters: Christy Huddleson, Neil MacNeil
Word count: 683
For: fanfic100 & 31_days
I I I hate you!” She hastily turned from him walking into the direction of the setting sun, too ashamed to give him the satisfaction of watching her battling her emotions not to form into tears. Just when Christy had been certain there was nothing left he could do to shake her with angry, he proves her completely wrong. She knew later she would feel guilty and shamed for losing her temper so viciously, and for using a hurtful word in the passion of the moment, but now she was still too annoyed. The annoyance grew as she realized she was being followed, by him no doubt.
“Christy, please wait.” She did no such thing. She was determined to make a point and be just as stubborn as he had been countless times. A part of her knew to except it but still Christy found herself jumping when a hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her to a stop. With the heat of fire speeding through her veins she turns to face him.
“Leave me alone Neil!” His hand still on her shoulder prevented her to walk once more into the now blinding sunlight.
“I won't let you run away from this.”
“Just leave me alone Neil. Please.” She kicked herself for losing the battle as tears softly feel down her face, she quickly looks away in hopes he failed to notice; knowing perfectly well he had already. With a sigh of perhaps guilt he speaks again more calmly.
“Fine. Just allow me to ask you one question.” she nods for granting permission. “Was what you did really that shameful? Isn't your God and your beliefs state that of all things love is the most important one?”
“You won't understand Neil It's just not that simple.” He lets down his hand keeping her promise to let her leave, which did she without hesitation. He remained in the field the setting sun blindly in front, the dark sometimes unfriendly woods at his heels, as he surrounds himself with a fresh memory. Though seemingly happy it only pained him.
Another argument. He pushing her to defend herself, to be stronger and stand up for her beliefs and conversions and simply not fight another man's battle. Her pushing back stabbering to defend her ways. This time when he laughed to create a rise from her instead of turning away with a silent huff she had marched to him, inches from him, and just when he was certain he was going to be slapped she instead kissed him. Hard. With passion and he kissed her back with equal force, quickly circling his hands around her back, pulling her to him. For a few moment it was perfect. Than she jerked away muttering oh my god before running from his porch, he knew better than to follow than.
Successfully Christy entered the mission without being heard and while remaining quiet climbed the stairs leading to her room, once the door was gently closed she stumbles to the floor sobbing as if a child. What she did was wrong. Sinful. She thought herself a hypocrite for teaching against the very thing she feel victim to. It had been little if any thought involved. Simple and pure passion over taking to the point it was unable and more importantally unwilling to be controlled. It also shamed her to admit it was an amazing kiss, out ranking the ones from David and before him Tim Abbott. When reality caught up with her she fled, not knowing what to do, It would have been fine if he hadn't appeared a few minutes later smiling at her, the smile she couldn't read. A new form of passion over took her and this time she screamed at him blaming him for making her feel this way, for making the rocks of her already fragile life stumble. Ultimentaly Christy blamed Neil for making her feel. The final straw that broke her was his soft spoken words of I love you. She couldn't love him, didn't want too, was ashamed. It was than she ran again.