The Avid Descriptors - Page 26

Originally posted by: ..Labyrinth..

You'd be the one I gotta hug, dude. 😆

Great minds think alike.

(I'm just too influenced by SPN. 🤡)

Os challenge:

Male - NFL Player

Female - Diner Waitress

Situation - on the bus

No of words: 540

Again.

It was not working, whatever he was trying to do.

Even with that nondescript blue cap and the careless clothes he was wearing, she understood who he was.

That broken nose and those grey green eyes, the same face that smirked at her from billboards, displaying perfect teeth, promoting one product or the other was now in the aisle, two seats away from her. She smoothed her skirt and bit her lip, hoping he would not notice her.

But he did.

And that smug look was back on his face. The same smug look she had fawned over barely 3 hours ago.

It had all changed with a few self-centric words from his lips. About how she like the others was so taken with him. About how she would leave her phone number and her name neatly scrawled on a napkin.

She'd reduced the napkin in her hand to a ball, wishing she could do the same with his head. She'd cursed under her breath, slamming the rest of his food and then his bill on the table, barely looking at him. And she had politely disregared his flattery after that. Leaving him confounded. But she had forgotten that he wasn't the kind to accept defeat.

She was starkly reminded of who he was and where they were the moment he plonked himself down on the bus seat next to her, his jeans brushing her bare leg. She couldn't help the shiver that claimed her when he cleared his throat.

"Zach-" he began in that husky seductive voice.

"I already know who you are" she smirked, cutting him off.

"Then you must know what I want as well, diner girl" his tone was like a packet of needles all pushed into her flesh.

"Evelyn" she hissed, looking up at him.

Her blue eyes narrowed into slivers "And you must know that unlike you, I don't do one night stands" her whisper enhanced the disgust in her words.

He lifted an eyebrow and folded his arms, one over the other, leaning back against his seat lazily "Now..you go too far. All I want..." he unfolded his arms and leaned toward her, his lips making contact with her ear " is a kiss"

A puff of breath hit her ear and she trembled.

"How about not?" she forced the snideness into her tone, her usually honeyed tone coated with an amused ring.

"Why not?" his tone was a perfect match to hers, only it was sarcasm coated with saccharine sweetness. He batted his lashes, grinning at her like a clueless child.

"Just not" she sighed.

"But all the girls want a taste of this" he rubbed his thumb over his lips and smirked.

"I'm not all other girls." Evelyn shook her head.

"So are you a lesbian?" Zach mischievously smirked "Lesbo Much, Eve?"

He hadn't expected to be pulled by his collar and silenced with the feel of her lips on his own. The kiss was pure domination. A sign that she was not to be messed with.

And when she got up, wiped her lips on the back of her hand, Zach Masen, Quarterback, Playboy of the year decided that messing with her was exactly what he wanted to do.

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Notes: Imagine taking out the dolls you used to play with fondly as a kid, the dolls you used to love so much. Imagine Playing with those toys after years. This is how it felt for me, pure nostalgia. 3 years. One of my first characters I've created. This challenge gave me a chance to revisit them, bring them back to life.

Thanks you people!

Prompts:

Male: The highly moral guy who accidentally learns that he enjoys voyeurism.

Female: Widow

Situation: Paper Bag

Important Note: While writing this, I found it immensely befitting for Captain Swan (Once Upon A Time). So I elaborated it a little and posted it there, adding a few background details to it to match the characters. Here's the original link - Bad Form

*****

He was surely going to hell for this.

And the worst part?

He didn't mind at all.

Surely hell couldn't be more painful than this. Though his member in the confines would surely disagree, hardening as it was watching that goddamn vixen teasing him with her lithe movements.

Earlier, he used to pity people for their self-indulgence, openly condemning them for it, claiming he was above them - a righteous soul. But now he understood. And as it grew, the guilt subsided leaving that scorching need... the temptation... the lust humming in his veins.

And he didn't care.

His hand went south, as she pulled up a loose shirt and made herself comfortable on her bed.

He had a sneaking suspicion she knew what she was doing. But she never showed...

It was a game to see who would give in first. And no matter how much he wanted to give in... he was stubborn.

(He had his wounded pride to nurse too.

But he didn't care.

Not when she was lying there like that.)

**

It all started with a single (completely innocent) look.

Seriously had he lost his mind?

(He was sure he had. Still has.)

**

She was a young widow who had recently relocated next door. He knew she'd come here to start afresh, leave her past behind - focused on carving a new life. A tentative friendship was born. Nothing more.Nothing less.

They did develop a unique tradition though.

"Sorry had to hurry. Some Ben came. Asked you to call him.Ciao."

That was the written note he found stuck on his door on a paper bag... a freaking paper bag. He did reply though.

"Interesting way to communicate. ;)"

And that started an assortment of exchanges.

All on a paper bag.

**

It was during this time, that he caught himself watching her through the window. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't budge. Later, he convinced himself that it was just a mistake and it wouldn't happen again.

He was so wrong.

One day turned to two which turned into a week and before he knew it, he was watching and getting off.

**

And really he should have noticed it before.

"Aren't you a cute little looker?"

That's what the note had said. He'd simply ignored it. But that day onwards her movements became bold. He could clearly see her now, her back to him, long locks of hair cascading down her flawless back available for his plain sight. He was hypnotized... addicted. He could imagine himself there... with her... over her... under her... in all sorts of positions - all his morbid fantasies coming alive and he was past caring.

**

They met for dinner. He felt awkward... but she was smiling as if everything was right. As he left, she winked, closing the door, and then it clicked.

She knew. She f**king knew.

So, when he pushed the door and found it open, it was no surprise.

The clothes leading to her room - no surprise.

Finding her naked, pleasuring herself while he grew hard? - Nada.

But finding her leaning towards him smiling mischievously (Seriously, when did she get up?)left him startled. He thrashed his lips over hers then, relieving his pent up frustration.

What followed? A very pleasant surprise indeed.

Note: Fellow CS shipmates, go and read there *glaring at Shazzy pointedly*

Prompts:

Male - Fighting a chronic illness

Female - A woman willing to do anything to have her dreams come too.

Situation - at a court.

-x-x-x-

He tries his best to suck in as much air as possible with his jarred lungs. Its been ages and this might be the only chance he gets to be out of the bleary hospital room of his. His insides burn at the taste of salty afternoon air and the courtroom looks just a bit more colorful in his eyes. His happiness knows no bounds and he is doubtful he'd have passed his hospital's sanity test today. But he just doesn't seem to care.

-x-x-x-

She stares at him from afar. She hates this about him. Hates how his skin has lost its natural sheen yet he seems to radiate an unearthly glow. For a few seconds, she doubts whether her own motives and dreams will ever bring her as much joy as this man seems to exude. She gulps down that uncertainty and nudges her lawyer to push harder. She needs the money more.

She doesn't understand why he still winks at her. They are fighting for the money. The estate. The business. They are fighting for everything, and here he is, winking at her like she was still 19 in his eyes.

She blinks away the images of her 19 year old self, brimming with excitement of marriage to this hollow excuse of a person before her. She doesn't need those unwanted dreams which unfortunately came true then.

-x-x-x-

She sighs as he sits downs in the chair weakly, and blinks back the tears that threaten to fall when she watches his body shake.

He sees the pain that still lurks in her eyes when his body gives up functioning at random intervals, and he smiles up at her. He cannot help but still love the amazing woman that she is, despite her thirst that never seems to satiate. Maybe he loves that thirst too.

-x-x-x-

"Kiss me already." He whispers to her as she passes him by in the lobby.

His voice, strained and weak tells her more than he wants to.

"Let me win." She bites back.

He smiles at that. And his smile burns a thousand holes in her heart. It tells her she's already won. It tells her it never mattered anyway. It tells her she had won and lost.

She presses her crimson lips to his pale ones, feels the fire graze her skin and drowns in the escape that only he provides her. The world around her is too bleak for her, and she needs him to fill colors from time to time. She lets the salty tears fall, tracing lines on her cheeks as she realizes her world will become monochromatic soon, and this time, she prays instead of dreaming.

-x-x-x-

But she knows, prayers are never answered.

A/N: This was done shabbily, and I am sorry for that, but I am pressed for time nowadays and writing in itself has become an ordeal. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

:)