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( She knows, vaguely, that she is thoroughly fucked in the head.
Why else would she get pleasure in something like this? It's not even the scenario that confirms her suspicions, but the amount she wants it. When Alfie dropped into her life, she was far too glad. Here was a boy with a core as rotten as hers. She didn't have to pretend. Didn't have to be pristine. She could be wild and wicked and shameful, because he didn't give a shit. For far too long people had expected something soft, sweet, clean from her.
But she isn't that, and the filthy nose she makes is proof even before she puts her mouth on him. Petunia doesn't tease, doesn't taunt, just pulls the zipper of his trousers, reaching inside to free his cock. Instantly, she swallows him down, feeling him harden even further as she hums around him. When she looks up, it's through her eyelashes, demure and utterly false, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. )
Why else would she get pleasure in something like this? It's not even the scenario that confirms her suspicions, but the amount she wants it. When Alfie dropped into her life, she was far too glad. Here was a boy with a core as rotten as hers. She didn't have to pretend. Didn't have to be pristine. She could be wild and wicked and shameful, because he didn't give a shit. For far too long people had expected something soft, sweet, clean from her.
But she isn't that, and the filthy nose she makes is proof even before she puts her mouth on him. Petunia doesn't tease, doesn't taunt, just pulls the zipper of his trousers, reaching inside to free his cock. Instantly, she swallows him down, feeling him harden even further as she hums around him. When she looks up, it's through her eyelashes, demure and utterly false, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. )
( He is the worst person for her to attach herself to. )
oh, please.
are you going to tell me a little bedtime story about your murderous past?
oh, please.
are you going to tell me a little bedtime story about your murderous past?
[ His jaw ticks with how tightly clenched it is when she opens his trousers, face as unreadable as he knows how to make it when he looks down at her, a harsh breath coming out through his nose when she swallows him down immediately. ]
Yeah, that's what you wanted, wasn't it? Get on your knees for me, like the dirty slut you are.
[ He doesn't care if she's offended, but at the same time, he knows she won't be. Petunia isn't like most girls Alfie's known. She's filthy, a darkness inside her that matches his. She wants to be treated badly, and he can provide.
Reaching down, he fists a hand in her hair - not pulling, but her holding her in place, as he starts to move his hips. ]
Open up for me, love.
Yeah, that's what you wanted, wasn't it? Get on your knees for me, like the dirty slut you are.
[ He doesn't care if she's offended, but at the same time, he knows she won't be. Petunia isn't like most girls Alfie's known. She's filthy, a darkness inside her that matches his. She wants to be treated badly, and he can provide.
Reaching down, he fists a hand in her hair - not pulling, but her holding her in place, as he starts to move his hips. ]
Open up for me, love.
( She purrs, when he says those things to her. Hums softly and looks at him through thick, black eyelashes, her eyes round and sweet.
She looks soft, heavenly. She's anything, but. Because she sucks him down like a professional, putting just the right amount of pressure on his cock. He starts moving his hips, and Petunia groans again, the sound wet and eager, lips pursed around him. Her fingers tighten at the base, thumb stroking lightly at the soft skin of his balls, everything focused on pleasing him.
Well, not everything. Her other hand moves, disappears between the hem of her skirt. She drags the tips of her fingers along the cotton of her knickers, heat greeting her. )
She looks soft, heavenly. She's anything, but. Because she sucks him down like a professional, putting just the right amount of pressure on his cock. He starts moving his hips, and Petunia groans again, the sound wet and eager, lips pursed around him. Her fingers tighten at the base, thumb stroking lightly at the soft skin of his balls, everything focused on pleasing him.
Well, not everything. Her other hand moves, disappears between the hem of her skirt. She drags the tips of her fingers along the cotton of her knickers, heat greeting her. )
i've never killed anyone, if that's what you're asking.
I am considering just letting you keep going until you realize or admit to yourself that they do grope you
if it makes you uncomfortable though i'll come with you next time you go to the home.
show them who's allowed to grope that cute little parrish kid.
hint: it's me. just me.
if it makes you uncomfortable though i'll come with you next time you go to the home.
show them who's allowed to grope that cute little parrish kid.
hint: it's me. just me.
[ If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Petunia is the sweetest looking broad he's ever seen in his life. Those eyes, so charming and so innocent when she wants them to be. That smile, soft and sweet. But he knows of the poison behind it all and he knows the shape of her lips around his dick and how much she wants it, wants to be used and abused - and he's not one to try and understand why. ]
Yeah, you fucking love it, don't you? You want me to fuck your mouth.
[ He sees how she's touching herself as he moves his hips, barely keeping himself in check, just enough to make sure he's not actually hurting her. ]
Yeah, you fucking love it, don't you? You want me to fuck your mouth.
[ He sees how she's touching herself as he moves his hips, barely keeping himself in check, just enough to make sure he's not actually hurting her. ]
( continued. )
( Enjolras doesn't text back. Instead he dials Grantaire's number with trembling hands, frowning down at the paperwork he's been thoroughly distracted from. He doesn't wait for him to talk, or to confirm it's not an answering machine, instead he just talks in a rushed, somewhat shaky voice. )
Tell me you're serious. Tell me this isn't some sort of trick. That Courfeyrac hasn't dared you.
( Because Enjolras is difficult and he's prickly and he doesn't always see what's right in front of him when he's focused on changing the world. He can't have missed so much, can he? )
( Enjolras doesn't text back. Instead he dials Grantaire's number with trembling hands, frowning down at the paperwork he's been thoroughly distracted from. He doesn't wait for him to talk, or to confirm it's not an answering machine, instead he just talks in a rushed, somewhat shaky voice. )
Tell me you're serious. Tell me this isn't some sort of trick. That Courfeyrac hasn't dared you.
( Because Enjolras is difficult and he's prickly and he doesn't always see what's right in front of him when he's focused on changing the world. He can't have missed so much, can he? )
[ Oh, but he can.
Grantaire is half tempted to just confirm Enjolras' suspicion that this is all some sort of prank, because honestly the hope that is blooming in his heart is almost more than he can bear. It would almost be easier to just crush it underfoot, the way he always does.
But Enjolras sounds so vulnerable, and he doesn't have it in himself to be cruel in this moment. ]
From the moment I met you, you've been... everything.
Grantaire is half tempted to just confirm Enjolras' suspicion that this is all some sort of prank, because honestly the hope that is blooming in his heart is almost more than he can bear. It would almost be easier to just crush it underfoot, the way he always does.
But Enjolras sounds so vulnerable, and he doesn't have it in himself to be cruel in this moment. ]
From the moment I met you, you've been... everything.
( He feels almost like he's had the carpet pulled out from under him. Enjolras drums his fingers across the paper on his desk, mind whirring away at a mile a minute. He doesn't know what to say, but there's ... something tugging at him. )
I --. I didn't know. ( A pause, a sharp exhale. ) I'm actually an idiot. If I had, I would --.
( No, he's doing this all wrong. )
I like you. I have for quite some time. ( He's always been fond of Grantaire, and sometimes in the dead of night his thoughts have wandered. But he hadn't thought to act on it. He'd been so sure that it wouldn't work. ) You know I'm really terrible at being a person, right? Like, if I didn't have Ferre around I'd probably offer myself up for some sort of robotic transplant. ( He laughs, a little, awkward and trying to figure out the right kind of words. ) I figured it was just easier to not be with someone, because why would they want to be with someone like me? But I like you. Like that.
I --. I didn't know. ( A pause, a sharp exhale. ) I'm actually an idiot. If I had, I would --.
( No, he's doing this all wrong. )
I like you. I have for quite some time. ( He's always been fond of Grantaire, and sometimes in the dead of night his thoughts have wandered. But he hadn't thought to act on it. He'd been so sure that it wouldn't work. ) You know I'm really terrible at being a person, right? Like, if I didn't have Ferre around I'd probably offer myself up for some sort of robotic transplant. ( He laughs, a little, awkward and trying to figure out the right kind of words. ) I figured it was just easier to not be with someone, because why would they want to be with someone like me? But I like you. Like that.
[ In Grantaire's mind, adoring Enjolras makes perfect sense. He's intelligent, he's passionate, he lights up the world around him with the fire of his beliefs... and also he's gorgeous but that's really a very minor point.
What makes absolutely no sense at all is why such a person would feel in a similar way toward someone like himself. A drunkard who takes care not to believe in anything and who contributes little to rallies and meetings beyond sarcastic running commentary that most of the time serves to undermine just about every point Enjolras is trying to make.
To R, this seems as if an eagle were to look with adoration upon a cockroach. ]
Why would someone want to be with someone like you? Are you joking?
What makes absolutely no sense at all is why such a person would feel in a similar way toward someone like himself. A drunkard who takes care not to believe in anything and who contributes little to rallies and meetings beyond sarcastic running commentary that most of the time serves to undermine just about every point Enjolras is trying to make.
To R, this seems as if an eagle were to look with adoration upon a cockroach. ]
Why would someone want to be with someone like you? Are you joking?
I'm not exactly friendly, R.
( He's mean and distracted and thoughtless most of the time. )
I'm cruel to you more often than I'm not. I don't always mean to be, but I know I am.
( He's mean and distracted and thoughtless most of the time. )
I'm cruel to you more often than I'm not. I don't always mean to be, but I know I am.
I sort of assumed that was a symptom of not liking me much.
No, I just --. I get frustrated. ( He makes a sound, noisily through his nose. ) It's because I believe in you that I want you to do better. I want you to see your potential, and I can't quite figure out the right way to do so.
I'm sorry, I've been trying to be better at it.
I'm sorry, I've been trying to be better at it.
I'm only really happy when I'm with you so you must be doing something right.
[ Said with a very large dose of self-deprecating humour. ]
[ Said with a very large dose of self-deprecating humour. ]
Come over.
( Softer, less of a command. ) Please, I want to talk to you properly. Face to face.
( Softer, less of a command. ) Please, I want to talk to you properly. Face to face.
Okay. Sure.
[ He may or may not be panicking right now. ]
See you soon.
[ He hangs up without even giving Enjolras a chance to respond, and then kind of just stands there staring blankly into space for a while as his mind tries to process what just happened.
Enjolras likes him. Likes him.
He looks down at himself, as always his clothes are stained with paint and food and wine... this won't do. Rummaging around he manages to find clothes that at least look clean, though he honestly don't know how long they've been in that pile on the floor.
After that all he can really do is drag a hand through his messy curls, say a prayer to a God he stopped believing in a long time ago and head off to see Enjolras. ]
[ He may or may not be panicking right now. ]
See you soon.
[ He hangs up without even giving Enjolras a chance to respond, and then kind of just stands there staring blankly into space for a while as his mind tries to process what just happened.
Enjolras likes him. Likes him.
He looks down at himself, as always his clothes are stained with paint and food and wine... this won't do. Rummaging around he manages to find clothes that at least look clean, though he honestly don't know how long they've been in that pile on the floor.
After that all he can really do is drag a hand through his messy curls, say a prayer to a God he stopped believing in a long time ago and head off to see Enjolras. ]
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