RISK & REWARD

39 | 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

hey u should totally comment. i planned on releasing a chapter a week because i struggle w motivation and like three total comments made me release six in like five days please comment i love social validation #winning

FOR a long second, neither of us speak. I just stare down at a very-surprised Slade, and she just stares back at me with shock burning in her eyes. The spinning wheel slowly chuffs to a stop, and even after it's gone silent we're still just staring. She's a mess; skin glossed over, cheeks flushed, chest heaving under me. She's sporting a variety of marks; cuts, bruises, dirt smears, et cetera. For lack of better words, she looks like she's climbed out of a junkyard after losing a fight to a gang of street cats. She also smells like shit. Like absolute shit; sweat, something sour, gasoline, metal, who knows what.

But it's her. It's Slade - and when I practically lunge for her mouth, giving in to my instincts and falling into her, I don't think I've ever wanted to be anywhere more.

Slade's breathing stutters, hard, body more-or-less frozen as I grab two handfuls of hair and hold onto them like she'll disappear otherwise. It takes her a second to start to reciprocate.

It takes her two seconds to breathe out harshly against me and suddenly wrap her arms over my back, her body lifting as she pulls mine down. Her teeth hit mine; her tongue bulldozes over mine and her lips threaten to leave hot scars on mine with how hard she's going at it. It's passionate, but messy isn't enough to encapsulate the thing under me. It's like we've both lost any sense of class (if we had any to start) or modesty because it's filthy, it's clashing teeth and burning tongues and so much biting and sucking and pulling - Slade's about to break my spine, she's holding me so hard - and fuck, it's so good, it's so good, I forget about my apartment and I forget about Dr. Kensington and I forget about Pierce and all I care about is wrapping myself around Slade's face and letting her ruin me till I'm fading in and out of consciousness.

Perhaps a bit too forward. I digress.

My hips writhe as I snap my legs closed on either side of her waist; I'm starting to move her as I shift like I'm trying to kiss her from every possible angle but she isn't letting that happen. Slade moves, too; her mouth stays firmly locked with mine as one hand leaves my back and she scoots back.

And then she scoots up, and both arms return around me, and god, I'm fully wrapped in Slade. My bones turn to jello as I mold into her shape, back arched in a crescent and head pulled back like a swan's. Slade's a hot, tight shadow under me, over me, wherever her actual body may be; I don't know, and I also don't really care. I'm lost. I'm entirely lost in her. The train rocks, and we rock with it as one single body rather than two, just a tangle of arms and legs.

I don't want her to let go. Ever. As I wrap both arms around her neck, one hand bent awkwardly to grip the bottom of her hair, I think this is it. This is what I need and will perhaps need for the rest of my time alive. Just Slade. I just need Slade.

Her tongue snakes back across mine before her mouth closes and she bites my lower lip, hard, hard enough to probably break skin and hard enough to make me yelp and flinch but she's holding me tight enough that I can't really go anywhere.

I want to say sorry, I do. When we break for air, sharp gasp on both of our ends, I open my mouth to do so - and Slade bites my lip again, pinching it between her teeth. "Don't," she breathes, tone hot and raspy and god fucking dammit, my body shivers on its own as she turns her head and eases her tongue back against mine. Though she's slumped against what vaguely resembled like a very large tire, her body shivers slightly up into mine every so often; I have so many questions, so many things to say, but for the time being Slade only seems to want to keep us connected from as many points as possible.