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Dramatic Irony Sucks (Glee, Jesse/Rachel)
Of course, Rachel ended up next to him on the barre bar that night.
Jesse is quite familiar with the concept of dramatic irony.
She's good about it; she keeps her head down, arms arching gracefully, the nape of her neck bent and vulnerable.
Guilt gives Rachel a gravity she doesn't normally possess. Dancing beside him, avoiding meeting his eyes in the mirror, she is his equal in a way she isn't as the fawning girlfriend.
She's his equal in betrayal.
Because that video - that hurt. It wasn't the angry throb of failure (that despite his excellent vocal skills, jawline, and charm, she was still hung up on other boys) but something sharper, colder.
Even knowing that she was going to be hurting far, far worse than he was by Regionals didn't soothe. And as hard as it was to be next to her, knowing she'd spent the week throwing calf's eyes as those two dumb jocks, he could have spent all night stretching on the barre bar next to her, while she kept her gaze on the floor.
Starvation (True Blood, Jessica/Hoyt)
Jessica didn't expect to die twice.
When she'd first been turned, she'd thought that all the the worst things (daddy's belt, living like you were a sinner when you'd never gotten the chance to sin in the first place) were over.
She was such a stupid girl, just like her daddy had always said. Because she'd never expected that rescuing her maker with Sookie would be dangerous (for her). She'd traveled down to New Orleans with Mr Compton's fiancée and Hoyt and she was going to be very, very good while she was with both of them and it never occurred to her that she would get kidnapped by v-addicts.
And they hurt her, silver and fists and fingers and she was hungry, so hungry, she was dying, she wanted to die, anything to get away from the basement and the chains and the mattress where they would–
Anything to escape.
She wanted to die again, and this time she didn't want resurrection.
Jessica had given up on anything except starvation and then he was there, Hoyt, it was really him, and he was unwinding the silver from around her wrists, telling her she was going to be okay.
"She needs to feed," she heard Bill say, his voice echoing in her head, omniscient.
There was a snick, the scent of copper and sweetness and then Hoyt had his wrist pressed to her mouth. He was snuggled against her back, spooning her, the warmth of his body feverish against her, the blood from his cut wrist filling her mouth, hot as the flames of hell.
Jessica drank. She suckled at his wrist even before she had the strength for her fangs to descend. Once they did, she used them too, slashing at Hoyt's arms, tongue lapping up his blood, licking at the tears in his flesh.
Hoyt moaned in her ear, pressed his hips against her backside, told her don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, and she didn't, not until Bill and Sookie pulled her away.
Love Is A Bloodsport (Vampire Diaries, Elena/Damon)
"I could kill you," Elena growled, quite decently for a former cheerleader who weighted about a hundred and ten pounds dripping wet.
"Yeah?" Damon drawled, the taste of Jonathan 's blood still in his mouth, canines extended.
Elena slapped him, her palm cracking against his face. It probably hurt her worse than him, so gentleman that he was, when she went to hit him again he swept her legs out from under her.
She hit the carpet with him on top and kept struggling. She fought like such a girl, all hair-pulling and nails and - he twisted out the way just in time- knees.
He pinned her to the ground with his hips against hers, his hands by her head, her arms free.
She went still.
He smirked.
He heard her heart race faster. She didn't know what to do with her hands, ended up with gripping his wrists.
"Let me up," she said softly.
"Hmm," he pretended to consider. "No." He rolled his hips against hers, cock pressed right at the juncture of her thighs, and was rewarded with a pleased gasp she couldn't quite suppress.
Making Good Choices (Black Lagoon, Revy/Rock)
Revy is smart about who she fucks. She hasn't had a clingy boyfriend since she introduced herself as Rebecca and she can recognize who thinks a slap is how you get your girlfriend to pay attention when she doesn't bring you beer and who thinks a slap should be inserted into foreplay.
Which means that when Revy is sober, she can spot with one eye exactly who would be a good screw and not make a fuss when she leaves in the morning and who would just be more complications in her already overly-complex life. (Seriously, she misses the days when she didn't have any friends and only had to worry about stealing enough to make rent. Really.)
Of course, Revy is rarely sober when she goes trolling for men.
Which is why, vodka burning on her lips, it seems like an excellent idea to shove her hand down Rock's pants, caressing his package. He made this hilarious squeaky noise and yanked at her wrist, even as he gets quite a nice hard-on.
"Come on, Rock, it'll be fun," she drawled.
It took both of Rock's hands to pull hers out of his pants. "We'll discuss this when you're sober."
"But-"
"WHEN YOU'RE SOBER!"
If her legs hadn't decided to go all wibbly-wobbly right then, she would have argued more.
Inept Translations (Alice In Wonderland, Alice/OMC)
In Hong Kong, Alice met a gap-toothed monk.
His skull gleamed and his eyes were bright and his teeth straight and it took two weeks of miming for her to be sure that his name was Chin. Even once she could communicate with the wives in the market and the merchants, Chin still made her mind spin around in dizzy circles.
He reminded her of home, for some reason she couldn't understand.
The night before her ship left China, she kissed him until her knees could barely hold her up and he hands grasped at her skirts like a drowning sailor.
Warmth (Richard/Kahlan, Legend of the Seeker)
Most of the time, it was really hard not to feel like Kahlan's presence caused a faint fever - impossible to stop the goofy smile from stretching across his face.
But this time, it was easy. Kahlan's skin was cold, clammy, neck limp and head lolling, and there was not a thought in Richard's mind beyond the importance of getting her out of her wet clothes and in front of a fire.
It was once that had been done, when he was wrapped around her, both of them swaddled in furs before the fire, once she started to shiver and clutch and him and ask questions that all sort of thoughts that Richard wasn't supposed to think were thought.
The Nature of Fire (Katara/Zuko, Avatar)
Katara can never forget that Zuko is a firebender. When she's looking at him, his image is a mix of the villains of her life and the victims of the Fire Nation's imperialism. When he speaks, even now, the accents of his birthplace whisper at the ends of words. And when he touches her, skin hot against skin, Katara feels like she's about to go up in flames.
Of course, Rachel ended up next to him on the barre bar that night.
Jesse is quite familiar with the concept of dramatic irony.
She's good about it; she keeps her head down, arms arching gracefully, the nape of her neck bent and vulnerable.
Guilt gives Rachel a gravity she doesn't normally possess. Dancing beside him, avoiding meeting his eyes in the mirror, she is his equal in a way she isn't as the fawning girlfriend.
She's his equal in betrayal.
Because that video - that hurt. It wasn't the angry throb of failure (that despite his excellent vocal skills, jawline, and charm, she was still hung up on other boys) but something sharper, colder.
Even knowing that she was going to be hurting far, far worse than he was by Regionals didn't soothe. And as hard as it was to be next to her, knowing she'd spent the week throwing calf's eyes as those two dumb jocks, he could have spent all night stretching on the barre bar next to her, while she kept her gaze on the floor.
Starvation (True Blood, Jessica/Hoyt)
Jessica didn't expect to die twice.
When she'd first been turned, she'd thought that all the the worst things (daddy's belt, living like you were a sinner when you'd never gotten the chance to sin in the first place) were over.
She was such a stupid girl, just like her daddy had always said. Because she'd never expected that rescuing her maker with Sookie would be dangerous (for her). She'd traveled down to New Orleans with Mr Compton's fiancée and Hoyt and she was going to be very, very good while she was with both of them and it never occurred to her that she would get kidnapped by v-addicts.
And they hurt her, silver and fists and fingers and she was hungry, so hungry, she was dying, she wanted to die, anything to get away from the basement and the chains and the mattress where they would–
Anything to escape.
She wanted to die again, and this time she didn't want resurrection.
Jessica had given up on anything except starvation and then he was there, Hoyt, it was really him, and he was unwinding the silver from around her wrists, telling her she was going to be okay.
"She needs to feed," she heard Bill say, his voice echoing in her head, omniscient.
There was a snick, the scent of copper and sweetness and then Hoyt had his wrist pressed to her mouth. He was snuggled against her back, spooning her, the warmth of his body feverish against her, the blood from his cut wrist filling her mouth, hot as the flames of hell.
Jessica drank. She suckled at his wrist even before she had the strength for her fangs to descend. Once they did, she used them too, slashing at Hoyt's arms, tongue lapping up his blood, licking at the tears in his flesh.
Hoyt moaned in her ear, pressed his hips against her backside, told her don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, and she didn't, not until Bill and Sookie pulled her away.
Love Is A Bloodsport (Vampire Diaries, Elena/Damon)
"I could kill you," Elena growled, quite decently for a former cheerleader who weighted about a hundred and ten pounds dripping wet.
"Yeah?" Damon drawled, the taste of Jonathan 's blood still in his mouth, canines extended.
Elena slapped him, her palm cracking against his face. It probably hurt her worse than him, so gentleman that he was, when she went to hit him again he swept her legs out from under her.
She hit the carpet with him on top and kept struggling. She fought like such a girl, all hair-pulling and nails and - he twisted out the way just in time- knees.
He pinned her to the ground with his hips against hers, his hands by her head, her arms free.
She went still.
He smirked.
He heard her heart race faster. She didn't know what to do with her hands, ended up with gripping his wrists.
"Let me up," she said softly.
"Hmm," he pretended to consider. "No." He rolled his hips against hers, cock pressed right at the juncture of her thighs, and was rewarded with a pleased gasp she couldn't quite suppress.
Making Good Choices (Black Lagoon, Revy/Rock)
Revy is smart about who she fucks. She hasn't had a clingy boyfriend since she introduced herself as Rebecca and she can recognize who thinks a slap is how you get your girlfriend to pay attention when she doesn't bring you beer and who thinks a slap should be inserted into foreplay.
Which means that when Revy is sober, she can spot with one eye exactly who would be a good screw and not make a fuss when she leaves in the morning and who would just be more complications in her already overly-complex life. (Seriously, she misses the days when she didn't have any friends and only had to worry about stealing enough to make rent. Really.)
Of course, Revy is rarely sober when she goes trolling for men.
Which is why, vodka burning on her lips, it seems like an excellent idea to shove her hand down Rock's pants, caressing his package. He made this hilarious squeaky noise and yanked at her wrist, even as he gets quite a nice hard-on.
"Come on, Rock, it'll be fun," she drawled.
It took both of Rock's hands to pull hers out of his pants. "We'll discuss this when you're sober."
"But-"
"WHEN YOU'RE SOBER!"
If her legs hadn't decided to go all wibbly-wobbly right then, she would have argued more.
Inept Translations (Alice In Wonderland, Alice/OMC)
In Hong Kong, Alice met a gap-toothed monk.
His skull gleamed and his eyes were bright and his teeth straight and it took two weeks of miming for her to be sure that his name was Chin. Even once she could communicate with the wives in the market and the merchants, Chin still made her mind spin around in dizzy circles.
He reminded her of home, for some reason she couldn't understand.
The night before her ship left China, she kissed him until her knees could barely hold her up and he hands grasped at her skirts like a drowning sailor.
Warmth (Richard/Kahlan, Legend of the Seeker)
Most of the time, it was really hard not to feel like Kahlan's presence caused a faint fever - impossible to stop the goofy smile from stretching across his face.
But this time, it was easy. Kahlan's skin was cold, clammy, neck limp and head lolling, and there was not a thought in Richard's mind beyond the importance of getting her out of her wet clothes and in front of a fire.
It was once that had been done, when he was wrapped around her, both of them swaddled in furs before the fire, once she started to shiver and clutch and him and ask questions that all sort of thoughts that Richard wasn't supposed to think were thought.
The Nature of Fire (Katara/Zuko, Avatar)
Katara can never forget that Zuko is a firebender. When she's looking at him, his image is a mix of the villains of her life and the victims of the Fire Nation's imperialism. When he speaks, even now, the accents of his birthplace whisper at the ends of words. And when he touches her, skin hot against skin, Katara feels like she's about to go up in flames.
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