Love Sucks [cw]

Now, the following words that left him took her by surprise.
The smile disappeared, and she just stood there, looking at him for a moment; that was when she knew—if anyone were going to break her heart, it would be him. Now the question was, was she going to let him? Going into this knowing that if it didn’t work out, if she, for some reason (and she already knew this), would catch serious feelings, then it would end just like it had happened. With her standing on the other side with a smile on her lips, happily waving him goodbye as he walked home to the person he was meant to be. All the while, she was breaking, yet again
Kennedy wasn’t sure if she had been standing looking like a fool for minutes or if these thoughts had stormed through her head in a mere second. She wasn’t sure.
“Hmmm”, she hummed, and the smile slowly formed over her lips again; she leaned forward, letting her hand turn the one he had touched hers with around. Slowly she let her fingernails glide over the sensitive skin. Clearly, she didn’t listen to her own voice screaming in the back of her head, giving her all the warning signs that there were to give. “Finish your drink, then I’ll follow you home, and we’ll take it from there” she winked, and then with a greater smile, she leaned back and grabbed her drink and took a big mouthful.

Maybe somewhere down the line, she had dropped her head, forgotten what she had spoken about the first time they had met. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was now ‘part of the family’ or that she simply just felt much more drawn to him than she cared to admit. Maybe it was something else entirely. But all she really did know was when he drowned that drink as fast as he could, to then proceed that they could go home, she couldn’t keep back the smile that blossomed over her lips.
She took the last shots and grabbed a bottle of vodka; nobody said she couldn’t bring some of the party back to his place, even though she already knew if there were a pup involved, she would at least use a good thirty minutes just lying on the floor while making friends with it.
She grabbed his hand and walked out in the open, taking in a deep breath. She chuckled as she let go and lifted her hands in the air, and took a deep breath of the warm summer night. “So, could I maybe get a smoke from you?” she asked, turning and giving him a big smile.

She walked closer and leaned toward his hand, and grabbed the cigarette he offered with her lips, waiting for him to light it; she closed her eyes and inhaled—the feeling of how the smoke formed in her chest, even though she wasn’t a fire breathing dragon, there was still something about feeling the warmth from the burning cigarette between her lips, and the crisp smoke form in her mouth. The inhaled smoke left her nostrils before she skipped and jumped on a stone fence and started balancing on it; luckily, it wouldn’t be a long walk from the Serpents to—where was it he lived again?  
“So, what is your newest family member called?” she wondered as she jumped down again now that there was no more fence to walk. She secured her cigarette between her lips as she opened the bottle, putting the cap in her back pocket. Her fingers grabbed the lit cig so she could take a sip before handing it to him. The more they walked, the more she felt the pull in her stomach. How she stepped closer to him, her fingers brushing against his—it almost felt electrifying, being this close and not really doing anything other than walking beside him. If anything, if it was this easy for her to feel attracted to him, she knew whatever would happen from here on out—she would never regret spending the night with him.

She nodded; she had heard about huskies; those talked a lot, right? So much personality, she loved that in animals—which might be why she loved cats, because they could love you one minute and the next minute be like they didn’t care at all.
Kennedy followed him without question, enjoying the cool air against her chest, the smoke burning in her lungs as they turned down the street that he lived on. She threw the bud and turned to look at him, she had thought they would go in, but it seemed like he had other plans. “I don’t think a lot of them have one, but with that said, you’ll always have someone to look out for, Snow; if you’re on assignment, another one is at home, and you would always be welcome to bring him to the Serpents headquarters, there is an apartment over it so that he could be safe and sound—trust me, we have a lot of shapeshifters among us, pets are a sacret thing” her eyes turned serious as her eyes locked with his “I would never expect you to give up on him, just to be part of the crew, all right?” she whispered, letting a hand find his shoulder, getting a feeling that he was getting scared that someone might ask him that.

She nodded when he asked if it was those that could turn into animals, a small smile formed on her lips when he asked if she wasn’t human “that depends on how we define human,” she hummed with a small smile, then shook her head “No I’m not human in the sense like you are” she then followed him inside. She ensured the lid on the bottle was secure and waited with anticipation for the little guy she was about to meet.
She could already hear the tiny paws running over the floor inside. Clearly, it already knew that its owner was back home.
Before he could even open the door, she had already squatted down, ensuring that she was at the right eye level; it was so intimidating for dogs when you just let your hand find their head without them greeting you probably. Yeah, she hadn’t seen Snow more than two seconds to know that she already loved him—damn dogs, why did they have to be so god damn cute.

Her hands found his fur, and even though it was a short encounter, she let go, almost letting out a slight, dreamy sound as she saw how the dog waddled away to lie down in its bed, almost defeated as if he had been denied the best pleasure in its entire life.
Kennedy looked at the hand he offered and took it—once again feeling the electrifying attraction pulsating through his hand to hers.
His words rung in her head, if you want something, take it. And even though they hadn’t stepped foot inside of the apartment, she took a step closer to him and angled her head as she leaned toward his lips—stopping just before they would meet, letting the heat from their breath form a tingling sensation down her spine. “He’s charming and easy to like, just like his dad”, she winked before stepping away and walking inside his home.

“Oh yes, you just do it more subtle”, she hummed without looking at him; she didn’t do much resistance when he took the bottle from her. Instead, she just used both her hands to give Snow all the love and attention that he deserved, a soft giggle leaving her when she felt the rough tongue glide over her fingers as he liked them. “Hm?” she looked up as he heard that spoke to her, she saw how he came toward her, and for a moment, it was like all air was being sucked out of her stomach as his hand found her skin; a gasp left her, and she backed two steps back before her back collided with a wall. Her eyes sought his as he lit a fire in her chest she hadn’t felt before—oh, this was what she had talked about, that magic that could happen when two people with beautiful chemistry come together. “No, please tell me”, she whispered, as her lips parted a little, her hands curling together in anticipation.

Kennedy was no stranger to trying things in the bedroom—she had multiple partners and had never been ashamed of her appetite in the matter. But when she felt his warm breath cascade over her ear, his low husky voice telling her that she was getting punished, she felt the thrill explode through her body. The tingle over her skin beckoned him to touch her, to show her just how he would punish her for always leading him on; she had never been good and controlling others. Still, she would lie if she said she didn’t like the thrill of pushing the boundaries of how far she could push her luck before the tables were turned.
“Dragon” she whispered; the word came so fast that it was clear that there were no restrictions coming from her; her closed eyes opened, looking through the net her lashes made. This hadn’t been what she had pictured when the day had started—she might have thought they would play the cat or mouse a little longer until they would get bored of never acting on the attraction and just kept on going as friends—and even though it tugged in her heartstrings, she completely surrender herself to him, even if it was only for a night.

Her brows lifted as he took her hand; of course, she hadn’t thought they would just get down and dirty right there in the hallway, especially not with a dog present. But she had; she wasn’t sure what she had thought he would do—and maybe that was why a small devil formed in her chest, and she pulled her hand back, seemingly trying to get out of his grip, not wanting to go with him—at least not that easy. As he turned, a cheeky grin formed over her plumb lips, even though the smile formed into a surprise when he just threw her over his shoulder—a squeal both of surprise and delight left her lips as he took her into the bedroom.
But the laughter died out as the door was shut. Her stomach curled together in the best way possible. She could feel how heat formed from her toes to her fingertips. She wasn’t sure what there was in store for her, but she knew that she trusted him completely—which was such a rare thing for her to do, too rare.

It was like every bone in her body screamed for her to move after he had told her to stay where he had put her. For a moment, she wondered just how far he would take it, surprised with how excited she got by even thinking like that. Maybe it had been the carcase, the thrill of sitting beside him as he had ensured they had gotten back safe.
He had gotten her home safe. Maybe that was why she trusted that she would get through this safe too.
Then he turned, and her dark eyes glided down to what he had in his hands; with a shaky breath, she felt the heat pooling between her legs; her eyes lingered at the flogger before she looked back at him; at first, she didn’t say anything, she instead took the zipper and pulled it down, far enough so she could get her arms out of it, leaving her torso completely naked, before he had seen the tattoo, but now he could see all the many scars, the small cuts around her upper body, some had healed beautiful, others were not as pretty to look at—and as if she answered his question she started walking toward him—knowing very well that he had just told her not to.

Her head fell, and she looked at his hand placing itself on the curve of her hip, then she looked up when he reminded her of the safe word. A sharp breath was pulled in between clenched teeth, and her eyes had to close as a soft hum left her when she felt the smooth leather tickle her skin. Her eyes opened again, and maybe this was his punishment (even though she knew there would be more in store), dragging it on, letting her crave him more for each moment they spent together. Once again, his words rang in her head, take what you want. So, this time, she let both her hands find each side of his face, her thumbs pressing gently against where his cheek and ear met. Her lips found his in a searing kiss, filled with all the pent-up longing, want, and desire she had felt ever since he had opened his mouth and spoken to her.

When the leather hit her skin, a soft sigh of pleasure left her; it sparked the pleasure in her she sought out every day, the adrenalin pulsating through her—making her forget about everything other than the person that she was standing with right now.
That was all she ever wanted, to escape from reality, escape from the consuming fear that one day she would wake up, and realise that all that had been happening since the day she had fled, was all an illusion and she was still trapped. She wanted to just focus on him, feeling his lips against hers, finally in the way she had wanted the first time he had told her to take what she wanted. Right now, all she could think about was how much she wanted him, how much she needed to feel his skin. Which was why her own hands started to wander from his jaw down to the zipper of his jacket, it wasn’t really fair how undressed she was compared to him.