making it hurt; milliways-bar; wes/shalla
Title: Making It Hurt
Fandom: milliways-bar (Star Wars)
Milli42: #3 Violence
Notes: Totally jaceekei's fault, since she guilt-tripped me. Probably an R? I dunno.
It was probably his fault. Something he said that sent her over the edge; he doesn't really remember. But it's just as much her fault as his, riling him up -- he never could just ignore things.
So when she punches him, he's angry enough and not caring enough that he throws it back, a fist to her shoulder. She rolls with it (of course she does) and backs away a step, grinning dangerously at him.
"Better take it outside, Lieutenant. Security'll start to think you're a trouble maker."
And she saunters off without waiting for him, but he follows anyway (of course he does) and as soon as he's outside he finds himself pushed against the wall by the door, her hand curled in his shirt.
He smirks at her. "Awkward position."
"Get over yourself. Leave your blaster and blades here -- I don't want to accidentally use your own weapons against you."
"Of course not," he says wryly, and does as she says when she lets go of him. He shrugs off his jacket and drops it on top of the small pile, then neatly sidesteps another punch and circles her.
"You haven't fought many honour duels, have you?"
Her answer is a grin and then she's running at him and this time he doesn't even try to avoid it; he takes the hit to get close and knee her in the side, but he isn't expecting the kick that follows and he stumbles backwards, almost falling. And as soon as he's recovered his balance she's on him again, with a kick to his side that he twists away from and a punch to the side of his face that makes him taste blood.
He gets her back, landing a punch to her gut and headbutting her, stunning her just long enough to kick her legs to the side -- not quite out from under her -- and send her stumbling backwards (but of course, even stunned, she's much more graceful than him, and with a stab of jealousy he wonders what else she's naturally better at).
For a while, they're almost matched, and he gives as good as he gets. But it's not long before he starts receiving a lot more pain than he's giving, pain in more interesting forms and in places he didn't know existed. He throws himself at her in an angry last-ditch attempt to turn this around, but winces as his ankle twists in a way that it's not supposed to--
--and finds himself sprawled across the grass with her on top of him.
She grins that dangerous grin again as she holds his wrists above his head, twisting them in such a way that it hurts to even think about moving them. Her knee presses into his groin and he hisses between his teeth.
"Oh," she says in an innocent tone. "Am I hurting you?"
"No," he bites out, and lets out an ah of pain as the pressure from her knee increases.
"Aw, is the baby lieutenant gonna cry?"
"Major," he insists petulantly, and attempts to kick her off him. He fails horribly and she laughs, but she shifts to trap his legs between her knees and that means the pressure's gone, and he actually closes his eyes in relief.
"Don't look so happy," she says in a disgusted tone. "Or is this what you meant by me wanting it to hurt?"
His eyes snap open and he glares at her, even moreso when he realises she's smirking again. "Shut up," he growls, "and get off me."
"You're kidding, right? I've just started."
He hisses again as her nails dig into his wrists and continues to glare at her and her smirk. It gets more and more annoying until he can barely feel the pain at his wrists when compared to this anger, and it occurs to him that there's a way to wipe the smirk from her face--
He lifts his head and kisses her, hard, biting on her lower lip for good measure.
She jolts back and stares at him; her hands don't leave his wrists, but at least her smirk is gone.
He thinks he's won and he starts to tell her to get off again -- but then she kisses him back, and he wasn't expecting that at all, and he swears inwardly at the fact that, once again, she's gotten the better of him.
When she breaks it, he catches his breath and tries to gain a point the only way he can: "Well, now I know why Inyri left you."
He pays for it with pain in both wrists as they're twisted back, not quite broken but hurting enough for him to cry out. But he's abruptly cut off when she kisses him again, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
She shifts her grip on his wrists to hold them with one hand -- he could break free, but it'd hurt a lot, and anyway, when she moves her other hand to tuck it inside his pants, he's far too distracted.
She continues to kiss him, moving her mouth down his neck and biting hard enough to make him wince each time. At the same time, she moves her hand just so, and he's groaning after a few minutes, arching up against her.
She kisses him again, surprisingly gentle (but it still hurts against his lip) -- and then she's gone and he opens his eyes instantly and he's alone, lying on his back in the grass and staring up at the night sky.
Bastard.
He can't move at first and he closes his eyes, trying hard to think of Ewoks and cake and kids' toys, anything that doesn't involve Shalla and--
Ewoks and cake and kids' toys.
Then he can't move because it hurts, and this time he swears out loud.
But he does, eventually, and he retrieves his jacket and blaster and vibroblades, and he wonders what he's going to tell Inyri.
'Nothing' would probably be best.
Fandom: milliways-bar (Star Wars)
Milli42: #3 Violence
Notes: Totally jaceekei's fault, since she guilt-tripped me. Probably an R? I dunno.
It was probably his fault. Something he said that sent her over the edge; he doesn't really remember. But it's just as much her fault as his, riling him up -- he never could just ignore things.
So when she punches him, he's angry enough and not caring enough that he throws it back, a fist to her shoulder. She rolls with it (of course she does) and backs away a step, grinning dangerously at him.
"Better take it outside, Lieutenant. Security'll start to think you're a trouble maker."
And she saunters off without waiting for him, but he follows anyway (of course he does) and as soon as he's outside he finds himself pushed against the wall by the door, her hand curled in his shirt.
He smirks at her. "Awkward position."
"Get over yourself. Leave your blaster and blades here -- I don't want to accidentally use your own weapons against you."
"Of course not," he says wryly, and does as she says when she lets go of him. He shrugs off his jacket and drops it on top of the small pile, then neatly sidesteps another punch and circles her.
"You haven't fought many honour duels, have you?"
Her answer is a grin and then she's running at him and this time he doesn't even try to avoid it; he takes the hit to get close and knee her in the side, but he isn't expecting the kick that follows and he stumbles backwards, almost falling. And as soon as he's recovered his balance she's on him again, with a kick to his side that he twists away from and a punch to the side of his face that makes him taste blood.
He gets her back, landing a punch to her gut and headbutting her, stunning her just long enough to kick her legs to the side -- not quite out from under her -- and send her stumbling backwards (but of course, even stunned, she's much more graceful than him, and with a stab of jealousy he wonders what else she's naturally better at).
For a while, they're almost matched, and he gives as good as he gets. But it's not long before he starts receiving a lot more pain than he's giving, pain in more interesting forms and in places he didn't know existed. He throws himself at her in an angry last-ditch attempt to turn this around, but winces as his ankle twists in a way that it's not supposed to--
--and finds himself sprawled across the grass with her on top of him.
She grins that dangerous grin again as she holds his wrists above his head, twisting them in such a way that it hurts to even think about moving them. Her knee presses into his groin and he hisses between his teeth.
"Oh," she says in an innocent tone. "Am I hurting you?"
"No," he bites out, and lets out an ah of pain as the pressure from her knee increases.
"Aw, is the baby lieutenant gonna cry?"
"Major," he insists petulantly, and attempts to kick her off him. He fails horribly and she laughs, but she shifts to trap his legs between her knees and that means the pressure's gone, and he actually closes his eyes in relief.
"Don't look so happy," she says in a disgusted tone. "Or is this what you meant by me wanting it to hurt?"
His eyes snap open and he glares at her, even moreso when he realises she's smirking again. "Shut up," he growls, "and get off me."
"You're kidding, right? I've just started."
He hisses again as her nails dig into his wrists and continues to glare at her and her smirk. It gets more and more annoying until he can barely feel the pain at his wrists when compared to this anger, and it occurs to him that there's a way to wipe the smirk from her face--
He lifts his head and kisses her, hard, biting on her lower lip for good measure.
She jolts back and stares at him; her hands don't leave his wrists, but at least her smirk is gone.
He thinks he's won and he starts to tell her to get off again -- but then she kisses him back, and he wasn't expecting that at all, and he swears inwardly at the fact that, once again, she's gotten the better of him.
When she breaks it, he catches his breath and tries to gain a point the only way he can: "Well, now I know why Inyri left you."
He pays for it with pain in both wrists as they're twisted back, not quite broken but hurting enough for him to cry out. But he's abruptly cut off when she kisses him again, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
She shifts her grip on his wrists to hold them with one hand -- he could break free, but it'd hurt a lot, and anyway, when she moves her other hand to tuck it inside his pants, he's far too distracted.
She continues to kiss him, moving her mouth down his neck and biting hard enough to make him wince each time. At the same time, she moves her hand just so, and he's groaning after a few minutes, arching up against her.
She kisses him again, surprisingly gentle (but it still hurts against his lip) -- and then she's gone and he opens his eyes instantly and he's alone, lying on his back in the grass and staring up at the night sky.
Bastard.
He can't move at first and he closes his eyes, trying hard to think of Ewoks and cake and kids' toys, anything that doesn't involve Shalla and--
Ewoks and cake and kids' toys.
Then he can't move because it hurts, and this time he swears out loud.
But he does, eventually, and he retrieves his jacket and blaster and vibroblades, and he wonders what he's going to tell Inyri.
'Nothing' would probably be best.