A/N: The names are mostly the same, but this has nothing to do with The Limit.
Written at midnight while high on chocolate and skittles.
I did not edit.
I suppose I should have been surprised to see her waiting for me in my room, but I wasn't. Not anymore. Perhaps never again. Carefully avoiding her eyes, I trudge into my room and sit down on the edge of my bunk, unlacing my boots and kicking them off before staring into space, waiting for her to leave, or to speak. When she does neither I get up and I busy myself with nightly rituals- taking a shower, brushing my teeth, writing in a journal log that Griffin forced me to keep, a few pages from a book I was reading, finally pulling out my guitar to strum mindlessly when it became obvious she wasn't leaving and I wasn't going to sleep.
There's a pressure of someone sitting next to me making the mattress sink, and her voice.
"Have you decided, Ace?"
I don't say anything, find myself re-tuning the strings and playing a different song altogether.
Her little hand grabs me under my chin, gently turns my head so that I'm forced to look at her eyes.
The girl with the purple eyes commands my attention completely.
"Have you decided... Ace?" she asks again, more forceful and yet so much softer than anything I'd seen in my short stay on this earth.
I want to give in to her. Completely. Everything about this, about what I feel inside, the answers she's given me, the stories she's told me, yes, yes, YES!, but my life with Griffin gave me the power to move my tongue and make my selfish voice whisper in a hoarse, cracked, trembling tone: "What's in it for me, kid?"
She kisses me like an infant, or a lover: on the lips. It moves me not.
"I'll give you his sword," she says, with no small amount of amusement in her child's voice. "And maybe I'll even let you use it every once in a while."
I wrench away from her, stand up and storm towards the other side of the room because I can't leave, not completely, not yet. I face the wall like a kid in time out, breathing hard, trying to see past the red haze that threatens my vision. "Don't screw with me!" I say when she gets up, gets too close. I feel her hand on mine and I turn only to shove her back. "I said leave me alone! Don't you dare even try to come back here again! I'll kill myself before I kill Griffin, you hear me?!"
But before I can scream any further at her, something- something pulls. Something deep in my chest. Helpless, I clutch my heart and fall to my knees, wheezing like an old man and not the healthy, strapping, red-blooded young man that I am. My head bowed, all I can see through the grainy texture of the world is her bare feet, the hem of her black dress, the face of the doll she carries with her wherever she goes.
"Kneel, Dark Ace."
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