A piece of flash fiction on primal desires among friends. 750 words below this line.
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"I wanna fuckin' tear you apart." His voice was a low growl.
"So do it, then." The smile on her face was a challenge as he approached and she backed up.
He reached forward, calling her bluff. She lifted her chin in defiance. The brick wall was firm against her back and his hand closed on her neck. "You just gonna give up like that?" he asked. The bridge of his nose pressed against her jaw as he kissed beneath her ear.
She bit her lip, the dimples in her cheeks were highlighted by her smile and her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Who says I don't have the upper hand here?" She licked his cheek and laughed as he released her to wipe it away.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that Annabelle."
She pulled her top off and cocked her head. The entire left half of her body was a mishmash of swirls and designs inked in shades of gray and muted tones. Favorite characters, impromptu doodles, signatures, and symbols that held meaning in her life. And, just as always, the ink mesmerized him. He kissed the strawberry at the top of a vine near her ear and she moaned, putting her hands on his chest to push him away.
He grasped her wrists and pinned her to the wall, lowering his lips to the next plump berry adorning her skin at the side of her neck. His teeth scraped along it and she shivered. That was an especially sensitive one and he knew it.
"Oh," she murmured as his hands stroked from her wrists down to her sides. "Not fair."
His lips trailed down her body, stopping at each ripe berry to kiss and bite at her flesh while gently flicking his tongue along the skin adorned with flowers and budding fruit.
Her bra strap slid off her shoulder and he kissed her skin tenderly.
"This doesn't feel like tearing me apart."
