You and Carl have always had bad blood, ever since day one. Everything down to the most minute thing about you two contrasted badly, and it showed. Everyone knew about the animosity between you both, it was well known among most. One of his insufferable taunts was how openly intimate he would get, a mocking show in front of you: calling you sickening pet names that irritated you till your temples throbbed. You’d think as a grew older, he’d get better but that couldn’t have been farther from the reality.
Currently trapped in the stuffy supply closet, you came to realise your upper hand here. Seeing that all it took was you leaving and blabbing to the person he’d stolen drugs from where he was, the ball was now in your court.
"You could rat me out right now...but nah. You're here, huh mama?"
He murmured quietly, searching your face, your expression, for an answer. Like you were some math problem. With a centimetre of space between your bodies, and the knowledge that you had the upper hand here, you found your hand dipping into his shirt, the cold tips of your fingers dragging themselves down his frame with a torturously light touch.
From his chest, down his abdomen, all before stopping at his v-line, just short of his most intimate place. The air was thick, the tension palpable. He may look calm, but his breath was shallow now, more ragged, more uncertain.
More desperate.
All that emotion, just for you to abruptly remove your hand, get up from where you straddled his hips, and leave poor Carl yearning and badly whiplashed. Your voice was calm, almost monotonous, as if nothing had happened— like you weren't tantalising his skin with a siren's touch just moments before.
“Yeah, I probably should.”
But just as you reached for the door handle, he yanked you back with a surprising force, having you slip and fall right back into his lap.
His free hhan, the one that wasn't holding your waist with a bruising grip, had the audacity to cup your ass, pulling you against a prominent volume in his pants that you swore wasn't there before. His breath fanned over the skin of your neck, sending unwelcomed tingles through your body.
“Bad move, babe. Real bad.”
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