Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Lucci x Paulie
Topic: Explosive
Here’s how you wrap your mind around sleeping with a traitor: you don’t. Instead, you fight, endlessly, quarrelling with words and fists and teeth; when either of you start running out of steam, that’s when you fuck, because that’s when the small voice in your head, yeah, the one telling you you’re a goddamned idiot, is too tired too hoarse too angry to give you what-for. And most of all, a string of small fights drags you away from having the big one, yeah, the one that starts with him nearly killing your best friend and going on to where he’d punched a finger through your chest.
And because he’s a creature of habit and you’ve always unconsciously, damn it all, wound yourself around his ways you’ve settled into this fucking crazy ball-in-your-goddamn-court sort of explosions of semi-destructive brawling, trading blows that never go too far. You’re always too busy thinking up your next move to consider that too closely.
You’re quite proud of how you started the last one: a tray of kitty litter next to the shower and you, sitting in the armchair when he dropped in through the window, swishing one of those crazy looking kitty toys, the one with the bunch of psychedelically colored feathers suspended at the end of a stick. His eyes had dropped to the litter, unreadable, then up, carefully tracking the feathers, as if he couldn’t help it, and you’d laughed. The wall on the right side of your kitchenette is now cracked, and you’re still not sure what to tell the repairman.
You don’t know what he’s pulling on his turn, and because you’re definitely not looking forward to seeing him you take the longer route home; as such, you’re between Mayfair and Midway when the leopard lands on your shoulders-
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