Chekovs_Rifle
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“Don't? You don't.” Ishmael whips her head around. She's chewing on her bottom lip and breathing heavily through her nose. Heathcliff falls silent. “Don't. Don't start doing this now. Don't talk to me like- like you suddenly care about acting before thinking.”
“Like I-” Heathcliff sputters. “Piss off. You think just ‘cause I listen to what my heart’s telling me to do, I can’t use my noggin?”AKA,
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Heathcliff's hands fit nicely around Ishmael’s neck. Almost perfectly, like how she imagined God’s hands looked forming the first human torso.
(Day 3: Breathplay)
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Heathcliff had become lonely, and admittedly, a little obsessed after Ishmael's promotion to Captain.
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"You talk a load of shite, y'know that? Drives me up the bloody wall."
"Can't stop me though, can you?"
There was no softness, no warmth. Only aggression, raw passion, visceral physicality. Two equally stubborn people, with emotions pushed to the brink. Only another battle, not with fists and weapons now, but something far more carnal. And neither Ishmael nor Heathcliff was going to admit defeat first.
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"Ah...? It's still not enough..."
(For Dick or Treat's Optional Week 2 Challenge: Decreasing Attack)
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