"Idiot." she growled between her teeth, eyes shutting and leaning greedily into his touch as his hand found her cheek. More tears slid from her eyes as she reached up to catch his hand, turning her head to kiss his gloved palm before those furious eyes met his again. "God, I can't let you do anything without supervision...you don't know anything about women, do you? Either one of the stupid halves of your stupid personality!"
To make her point, she looked down and nudged the helmet with the toe of her boot, careful not to kick it too hard before she looked up at him again.
"I've wanted him, didn't you realize that? I've been terrified of how he made me feel, I...God, I honestly thought I could love two guys at once, I had to be so goddamn careful about how I acted around Helmet Head..."
She blamed how mad she was for the sudden, blistering fantasy that flickered through her head right then of tearing off that body armor and taking him right in the alley...and if he weren't injured, she might have at least tormented him with that. Instead, she kicked his good leg, sharp but not hard enough to take him down.
"I love the man that killed for me as much as the boy who asked my permission for our first kiss. And the only way you're getting rid of me is to aim that gun at my face the next time you draw on me...so I'm getting you home, I'm getting you patched up, and then you are going to leave me the hell alone for about a week while I decide if I'm going to let you live this down." She was already softening, some part of her already forgiving him, and Allison hated herself for it.
She needed to be angry. She couldn't let him do this again, shelter her from his dark side when all she wanted was to lose herself in all of him and never find her way back to the light.
"And if you argue with me about any of that, Red," she finished with a little growl, dragging him back in to press her forehead against his, "I'll break your wrist, I swear to God."
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Date: 2014-09-19 11:06 pm (UTC)To make her point, she looked down and nudged the helmet with the toe of her boot, careful not to kick it too hard before she looked up at him again.
"I've wanted him, didn't you realize that? I've been terrified of how he made me feel, I...God, I honestly thought I could love two guys at once, I had to be so goddamn careful about how I acted around Helmet Head..."
She blamed how mad she was for the sudden, blistering fantasy that flickered through her head right then of tearing off that body armor and taking him right in the alley...and if he weren't injured, she might have at least tormented him with that. Instead, she kicked his good leg, sharp but not hard enough to take him down.
"I love the man that killed for me as much as the boy who asked my permission for our first kiss. And the only way you're getting rid of me is to aim that gun at my face the next time you draw on me...so I'm getting you home, I'm getting you patched up, and then you are going to leave me the hell alone for about a week while I decide if I'm going to let you live this down." She was already softening, some part of her already forgiving him, and Allison hated herself for it.
She needed to be angry. She couldn't let him do this again, shelter her from his dark side when all she wanted was to lose herself in all of him and never find her way back to the light.
"And if you argue with me about any of that, Red," she finished with a little growl, dragging him back in to press her forehead against his, "I'll break your wrist, I swear to God."