Magneto Is A Bitch

“You’ve heard me beg and scream your name plenty of times in the past.” she pointed out. “And in your office the other night. We could do that again if you want.” Melody offered, a smile spreading on her lips as he finally pulled away from her. She’d take him anywhere if it just meant being with him. If she could tempt him, even if it was just sex, maybe he’d stick around for awhile. Truthfully, she was incredibly angry with him. Hurt from how he left her ten years ago, confused as to why he came back and never bothered to find her. They had run into each other by chance. But the love of being by his side currently outweighed those emotions. 

She got to her feet to start getting dressed and didn’t bother to protest when he took her panties. “I figured that you’d be taking them off of me soon enough anyway.” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. Her jeans followed her shirt until she was fully dressed, save underwear of course. And she took a moment to look at him, watching him as he went for his own pants. Memories briefly crossed her mind but she pushed them away. They weren’t children anymore. Things were different. perhaps she shouldn’t want him in the way she still did. 

“So I don’t get to treat you after a fight anymore? A shame, I always did like playing nurse. I’m sure there’s someone else around for that though.” she teased, almost playing into their discussion of jealousy. It was nice to think that he could want her in the same way he did when they were teenagers. Even if he didn’t, maybe she could pretend. 

“Well, if there’s a risk of you being jealous, maybe I should just cancel the date I was going on this week.”

“How do you think it became one of my favorites?” he pointed out as he continued what he was doing. Dressing, keeping his thoughts to himself. They were riotous, as they usually were. This go around, they were pretty self-despising, though. What was he doing? Why was he doing this to the both of them? He was opening wounds, opening both of them to great dangers that couldn’t be stopped and that was horrible! If he still loved her (and he did), then why was he doing something that would only end up hurting them?

The only answer he had was because he was a damned bastard. It didn’t sit well.

Geog glanced her way after a quick check of his phone. Nothing, which was a blissful change. He’d caught the comment, wondered how to make it teasing. Opted for serious. “I have rules, many of them now. One you should know is that I don’t juggle partners, business or pleasure.” And heat lingered in his voice, despite the usual monotone he spoke with otherwise, stayed as he fingered the hem of her shirt, a jealous warning in his eyes before lightly biting her bottom lip, giving it a subtle tug. “Maybe you should - unless you want to see what a decade has done to my jealous streak.”

Her intention when she had climbed onto his lap hadn’t been this but her body moved involuntarily. Hips gyrated and soft gasps escaped her lips as she moved against him, the friction intense despite their jeans. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she could feel the arousal between her thighs. It wasn’t lust. Oh, she lusted after him constantly, but her body wasn’t reacting in such a way due to the need for release. It was love. The need to touch him and have him touch her. To groan against his lips and feel connected to him. 

“Good.” she breathed, pressing her forehead to his. “Because I can’t stop tonight. Geog I need you. I need…” Melody trailed off, swallowing thickly as bursts of pleasure radiated out from her core. Just from this, just from moving together. He wasn’t her first boyfriend, hadn’t even been her first kiss, but he would be her first with everything else. And the way he made her body react? She figured he would be the first and the last.

But finally they stopped, if only for the moment. Her breathing was shallow, chest heaving just slightly. Face flushed, the arousal was more than evident. But so was the love that was shinning in her eyes. He had them. She was sure in her decision that she wanted him to be her first and she wanted it to be that night. More, she wanted it to be then. Something had clicked, something had finally made sense. 

Melody couldn’t help but laugh when Geog picked her up, arms wrapping around his neck. “Always wanted to carry someone like that?” she questioned, her smile wide as he placed her onto her feet. And then he kissed her and it was like the world stopped. Heart racing and butterflies in her stomach, she finally pulled away to smile at him. “I love you.” she whispered.

She reached forward, hands playing with the waistband of his jeans as she kept eye contact. “And I want to show you tonight just how much. I want to show you how much i’m yours.” Mel commented before kissing him. “My body. My soul. My heart. I’m only ever yours.”

There were moments in his life that would define Geog forever. Some of them came from his biological parents, true. Most came from the woman who had become his mother. But there was a kindness, a warmth and gentility that was often born out of moments with Melody Davenport, a sense of decency that couldn’t be otherwise defined or wrought from any other means besides his love for her, hers for him, theirs for each other. Even as a teenager, there was an inherent wariness to him, yet such changes brought on by this sweet, sweet young woman were so subtle and yet grew to be so consuming.

His stomach tightened, his muscles quivered a little not only from the way he could feel her body reacting to them, but what she said. How she expressed what she wanted. The way she looked at him, her love so clear to him, it melted what guard he could have possibly had left and urged tears to his eyes. Somehow having a watery haze to his vision made her all that more beautiful and the hand that had slowly begun to stroke her inner thigh eased around again. “I love you,” was all he could manage thickly.

More, though. He wanted to see more of her flushed face and hear her labored breathing, to taste her as the lines of her tensed and to touch her beautiful curves he was mad with it. Feeling her dampness in heady, hungry moments, Geog was enthralled, was still as he carried her and grinned at her question. “Always wanted to carry you to bed,” he clarified, although he forgot what they had been saying when their lips parted. Did it matter? Definitely not when his breath sucked in at her lowered hands, a soft groan at her words.

Like hers, his hands wandered lower, cupping her rear and giving it an intimate squeeze before rounding to the front. Nimble fingers released the button of her jeans, drew down the zipper slowly, watching her with his intense eyes. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured and sank into a kiss. Firm lips shifted, trailed the line of her jaw and down to suckle where her pulse beat as he pushed down her jeans to her thighs and slowly pulled up her shirt, making sure to never, never stop touching her in light, teasing hints. The higher her shirt, the lower his mouth journeyed until it was tossed into a corner and he flicked open the clasp of her bra, tossed that aside smoothly. Then he just looked at her, sighed.

Her breathing was shallow and shaky as his lips and hand caressed her body. There were moments such as this where he wanted his hands permanently attached to her body, his lips attached to hers. Who truly needed to breathe when she had him? “If you keep touching me so softly, you’re going to make me start begging.” she warned, eyes flickering closed.

Melody couldn’t truly remember if she had felt so content since he left. Each touch, each kiss, each movement brought her back. To a time when she had him. She had him, she had her brothers, and now she had neither, not really. But having him touch her like this in the tent allowed her to pretend, at least for a little bit.

A warmth spread through her chest at his comment. “And you made me strong.” she whispered, not trying to hide some of how she felt. Where was the point when it felt as though her heart could burst out of her chest just looking at him. And it almost began to hurt when he called her his. His. “A little jealous at the idea of anyone else seeing me naked?” she asked with a wry smile. At his urging, Melody got to her feet and started to pull her clothing back on. “You’re still not in the business of picking fights with men who look too close, are you?”

How long had he wanted her back in his arms, to hear the lack of depth and steadiness in her breath? How often had he dreamed about her soft skin smelling of them, beckoning him to touch it just one more time, one more time after that? “My second favorite sound.” he husked as his lips ghosted against hers. “Right after you screaming my name.” Geog sat up, ripping away temptation when she was there, naked and like an offering he could indulge. He had to deny himself, temporarily at least.

More. Oh, he could feel that consuming greed rising up in him and demanding he take, he give more of her until there was nothing but exhaustion and the need to sleep. There was a strange sense of feeling content over that fact, something he didn’t know how to feel about. Still, it was better than the twin need to cuddle up with her, to spend hours just holding her. Easier to handle.

Her heart was racing, from the declaration of love, the feeling of his lips, and the knowledge of what she wanted from him now. Needed, perhaps, instead of just wanted. “Forever.” she repeated, with a nod of her head. When they had met, when they had started a friendship, she hadn’t expected to need him in such a way. Even the first time he kissed her or the first time that he kept her quiet while his fingers left her shivering, she hadn’t expected this. The constant desire, the need, the love. The idea of anyone hurting him made her sick. She needed him.

The kiss developed, something she should have seen coming. Melody’s hips moved against him, an unconscious response to his wandering lips. A gasp escaped as his teeth scraped against her pulse. Shivering and already needy, she knew how she didn’t want this to go. “You’re hurt/ Careful. Careful.” she warned. But then a sigh. “Don’t stop.” Her eyes flickered closed as her hips continued to move in need of some sort of friction.

She needed to touch him, to move to her knees for him. To have him touch her. Love, she wanted him to feel how much she loved him. But not like this, not in the way they usually did. Whimpering, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Stop, Geog stop.” Her gaze was clouded by love and desire, but even so, she knew what she wanted. 

“Do you carry a condom in your wallet?” she asked, offering him a smile. “Just..just in case? Because if you do, I think you should get it.”

They were teenagers but he was far from immaturity in so many, in too many different ways. Life had kicked him far and often, ruining the chances at innocence any boy might possess. For that, sex was nothing to him. A physical act, a thing when he was younger to pay for food. But when Melody had come to his life, he had had no idea it would be so different. They would make him so different and.. better. That it was more than just stifling her whimpers and cries until she went over and was breathless, that it was more than him rocking into her mouth and experiencing bliss unrelenting as his vision went white.

There was a haze, as they always was, to his vision then as his body reacted to her moving hips. A low groan, strong fingers curling around her ass and squeezing, massaging with every movement she made against him. “Don’t feel it,” he groaned and whimpered, growing harder in his jeans. His hips rose a little and his breath sighed out as she was given more to move against.

It was a struggle to oblige her, as it always was, but his cheeks were flush as he lowered his hips, as his hands stroked instead of squeezed and he looked up at her, hard and aching for her. He stopped, then he stared, swallowed thickly. She was serious; he could see it in her eyes and found himself smiling at her smile. Gods, he loved this woman. He loved her with all of his heart.

“I do,” he promised and shifted, unable or unwilling to stop the way his mouth ghosted a kiss to the top curve of her breast, as he pulled out his wallet and a short six chain of condoms. The wallet dropped and he pocketed the condoms. A shift again, moving her legs, his arm tucked under them, and he stood, carrying her bridal-style.

“I know how to make you happy.” she replied, letting out a hum as he kissed her shoulder. “And I like making you happy.” Melody added, offering him a smile.They weren’t teenagers anymore, not young and experienced children begging to touch and be touched. But they still knew each other, still fit together. 

A whimper escaped her lips at the feeling of his teeth and her eyes flickered closed. “Consider me comforted.” Amazing how her body reacted so physically to him from just a touch, even after he had taken her up and over twice already.

“I never wanted to break you through tears. I never want to break you at all.” she replied, eyes opening. And then she brought her lips to his.

“Take me home, Geog. Take me home and don’t let me leave your bed. Make sure that I can’t walk for the next three days.” She was almost begging him, silently asking him to keep her. 

“Mm, clearly,” he agreed, although his lips were plenty occupied teasing the elegant line of her collarbone, as his hand was stroking her thigh. He offered nothing else to the conversation for a moment, although he leaned up and just looked at her for long moments at a time. There was something there in his inscrutable eyes, something cautious yet curious. Wanting yet guarded.

The unbidden flutter in his chest, he would later reason when lust no longer clouded reasoning, was the cause for it. Knowing he still loved her was the overall understanding of that flutter.

Melody hummed against Geog’s lips as he kissed her, her heart racing. The words were out, now he knew how she felt. There had been friendship first but love had developed soon after he kissed her for the first time. And now they were here, confessions made and his past revealed. She couldn’t help but think about how much he must have trusted her in order to let her know. He wasn’t a man who trusted easily but he had let her into his life.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and, without breaking the kiss, she moved to sit on his lap, straddling him as she allowed herself to forget that he was in physical pain. Melody couldn’t see him arguing with having her there, even if it was uncomfortable. He loved her and she didn’t want to let him go. Not now, not ever. She was young but she knew what her heart wanted. Him, for as long as he’d have her. 

“I love you.” she breathed, breaking the kiss because she needed air. Melody trailed her lips along his jaw before nibbling on his earlobe. “I love you.” she repeated, bringing her lips back to his as her grip on him tightened.

And then she pulled away to look at him. “No one can hurt you here. You’re with me.” Melody swallowed before placing a hand gently over his heart. “Mine.” she whispered. Then she reached for his hand and placed it on her chest. “Yours. Only yours.”

It was easy around her. That much had to be a given but there was something more to it. He did not know the intricacies of love, how it built and grew over time; he had not intended to learn to love from his adopted mother, nor from Melody who had, at first, been merely a distraction who became a necessity like air, food. Love simply became and the lack of knowing how didn’t fully bother him as it might in later years. That was enough, though. That it was.

As it was that he was spellbound by her kiss, as she straddled him and pulled a strangled, needing sound he often made when it was time to slow down, to ease away before they did something one wasn’t prepared for. There was pain there, the ache in his ribs and hands, yet he breathed her in and stroked her sides gently. Lips parted under hers, beckoning more and giving as she took in the embrace. Fingertips trailed her jaw, gentle and reverent in a way he rarely showed to any but her.

“I-mm,” he groaned and tilted his head, welcoming her attention and opened eyes that had drifted closed during their kiss. “I love you.” A promise, a declaration, whatever it was didn’t matter when the words were true. When his heart shone in his eyes as she made claim with a hand over his heart and promised the same with his over hers. “Forever,” he promised, touched and a little overwhelmed.

“Good. I like spending time with you.” And she truly did, even after so many years. There was more than just sex with him, there was a comfort in being in his presence. Melody was afraid that he’d run back to work, not truly interested in being with her. But the fact that he was going to spend time with her, even if it was just for sex, left a warmth spreading in her stomach.

She slowly nodded her head. “I do feel better.” she assured him, a smile growing on her lips as he cupped her cheek and kissed her. “You’ve gotten very good at comforting women, Geog. I’m impressed.” How many women had been there between the time he left her and now? Melody knew better than to focus on that but she couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but wonder.

“But you were good at it ten years ago too. But better than the first time I cried on the dock with you when we were sixteen.”

“Flatterer,” he murmured and kissed her bare shoulder, his hand coming up to stroke where his lips had touched. There was so much to say, so much he could say but why? To what end would that accomplish? He had said too little, then too much, and now.. No, he had a warm and willing woman before him; the troubles weren’t to be thought of.

“Comforting you,” came the instinctive correction and he sighed softly, shifted to nuzzle her neck. There she was warm, tantalizing and his teeth scraped gently against her pulse.

While she listened to him speak, her hands reached for the first aid kit. All she could do was listen as she did her best to ice the bruised ribs and wash the blood from his lips. Her eyes continued to scan each and every scar, her heart rate beginning to pick up as she noticed her signs of panic. But she knew better than to reach out to him quite yet. There were words he needed to say, a story he needed to tell and she was going to let him, no matter how painful.

Her movements stopped when he spoke again, confessing his love. Melody’s gaze flickered to his face and she hesitated for a moment. “I’m going to say this the wrong way so please don’t hold it against me.” she whispered. She had made it a point to learn three words in Danish months earlier, to say to him when the time was right. She knew how she felt early on but hadn’t been ready to say it.

“Jeg elsker dig“ she whispered. “With all my heart.” A slow smile spread on her lips as she gently cupped his face. “I love you.”

As tough as Geog liked to think he was, he couldn’t say he didn’t feel the nursing she administered. The chill of the ice, the slight relief and sting twinning as she cleaned his lips, and, possibly more significant, the weight of her gaze. Oh, she didn’t mean harm by it, he knew. But she was hurt by his past, or hurting, or some other emotional reaction that was beyond his spectrum of understanding.

There it was, though. The truth. He loved her and had said as much. If she wanted to think about it, to come up with an escape plan, he wouldn’t blame her in the long run. Whatever she had to say, however she wanted to laugh off his confession and show her true colors, that she had been using him as well, Geog would accept and let the ice freeze over his heart again.

But she didn’t. She made through a mirror of his words in his language, the one he understood and admittedly still thought in and Geog didn’t fully feel his jaw drop and breath catch. He heard it whistle out and suck in when she said it again, in English, and felt a burn in his lungs that said he hadn’t breathed in a while. He was out of words, tears in his eyes, and simply did what he knew how to. Hands cupped her face and he kissed her soundly, tenderly.

Melody listened to him in silence. Her gaze moved from his face to scan his body. The tears the welled up in her eyes and slowly began to slip down her cheeks were unintentional. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to make it about her. But the sadness she felt was all consuming. As was the rage. Bitter and hot, it burned in her belly as he spoke. It was an anger she had never before experienced and she knew, in that moment, that she would cause great pain to those who hurt him, hurt the man she knew she loved.

Gentle fingertips moved from his shoulder, to his chest, to his forearms. They moved towards the tops of his pants but there was nothing sexual in her touch. It was gentle,it was caring. “Don’t think about them then. I won’t push you to.” she whispered. No no, the last thing she wanted to do was risk making him remember all the things they did to him, all the reasons they did those things. Melody had known so very little about his past, just what he had been willing to share with her. She knew it hadn’t been pleasant but this? This was not what she had been expecting. 

His fingertips met her cheek and she looked up at him, could see the tears in his eyes. She moved to sit up on her knees, to put herself at a better angle. Reaching out, her hands ever so gently cupped his face, needing to touch him, needing him to look at her. “No questions.” she murmured. Oh, she had plenty but she wasn’t going to ask them. If he had other things to say, then she wanted him to say it. Melody understood how difficult it must have been to share this with her so she wanted him to say what he needed.

“Tell me. Tell me everything you want to say, Geog.” she prompted, leaning forward to brush her lips against his forehead. “Tell me.”

For a while, as he spoke and as she touched him, Geog began to retreat in his mind. There was a glassiness to his gaze, a soft distance in his voice. He was lost to memories. To pain, torture, to being raised for years in torment and darkness. He couldn’t see anything but the room, feel anything but the chains, and didn’t know his hands were shaking, breaths uneven as a cold sweat glistened on his skin.

But he did recognize the growing signs of his panic and pulled himself forward, focused on the increasingly clearer image of his girlfriend. Her eyes were an anchor, a welcome one he focused on first. They came clearer first, then other parts of her. The warmth of her touch, that inherently Melody smell, the curve of her shoulders, and more as seconds ticked away.

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Geog laughed breathlessly and stayed flat on his back, still focused on regulating his breathing. Under her tracing finger, his heart was still thundering and he turned his head to look at her. She was such a beautiful woman, always had been, and it was the damndest thing how his content and recovering body could want her already.

Couldn’t do much about it until he had that kind of energy back, but still.

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“Should we just get you a sweater that says ‘All Melody’s?’ Or is that too much?” she asked with a laugh. “But you are all mine. Your lips.” she pointed out, kissing him again. “And some other things.” Melody teased, a hand traveling lower down his abdomen before she pulled back. He was, after all, hurt and in pain. She wasn’t about to cause him more just to tease him. 

She let the teasing fade as she got them into the house and prepared to clean him up. While he got himself seated, she moved to the medicine cabinet to grab the first aid kit. “Any flavor you want…” she begin to reply, trailing off when she saw his torso. The shock was clear on her face. Her eyes glazed over the bruises to focus on the scars. She placed the first aid kit down and slowly, silently moved to kneel in front of him.

Her eyes were glued to his torso as she reached out with a shaking, hesitant hand to gently trace along one of the many scars. Her mouth was dry and without even knowing the cause, there was a surge of mixed emotions. Sadness, fear, and anger. Her eyes trailed up his body until she reached his eyes. “Geog?” she asked, voice barely about a whisper. 

“If Lost, Find Melody,” he joked and sighed against her lips. “I’ll get you one that says “I’m Melody.” It’ll be a blast.” Even when his breath caught at her lowering hand, when blood rushed a little lower, he knew it was time. He was too far gone, he was too lost in loving her to even try to resist anymore. To hide.

They were there, not quite faded from the courtesy of time; that was the problem with his birth parents, that they knew how to scar deeply with normal and magical means. The slashes of knives across his chest. Burns on his forearms. There was a cruel carving on a shoulder he had long ago tried to cover with a shoulder cap tattoo but it hadn’t quite worked. The ridges of scars showed through still despite the ink. Where a teenager’s youthful skin should have only shown the changes from boy into man, there were horrific stories untold.

“About seventy-five percent of my body is scarred, save for my groin and above the neck.” He spoke softly but matter-of-factually. His voice, though, trembled every once in a while as he continued. “I remember why they gave me most of them, the people that did, just like I remember what it was like running from them, living on the streets.” He was careful, he was so careful as he reached forward and skimmed fingertips along her cheek and leaned forward, reacting only a little to the pull of tender bruises. “They used to hurt me because.. because they had horrible reasons for it, things I can’t think about unless I want to bring back the night terrors.

“If I destroy you, it just means that you can’t be with anyone else.” she teased.  Melody let out a hum, teetering on a moan as he nibbled on her bottom lip. “And I think you are just as likely to destroy me.” it was a wonder they ever got anything done around each other, ever had real conversations when all they wanted to do was touch the other. 

“I don’t think anyone could question that i’m yours.” she grinned. “The last time someone tried to flirt with me, you nearly ended up with detention.” Not that she minded if she was being honest. There was a protectiveness, a claim to her. But it never teetered into controlling her. And after he had gotten out of trouble, she had dragged him into a bathroom and had gotten on her knees for him. It was how the worked.

“We’re going to the bathroom, you’re going to sit down while I clean your face and take a look at your torso. Okay?” she defined as she began to lead the way through the house towards the bathroom. “And if you’re good, i’ll give you a lollipop.” she teased.

“I see how you are now,” he chuckled and sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it. “Breaking me, branding me yours and making me happy to be just that.” There was a lustful look in his eyes, which was common with him around her, like she was a siren he was helpless to resist at any time. “I’m glad you did.”

“Mm, and begging you to never stop,” he recalled with a little more of his blood heading south. Geog sighed at the memory, keenly aware that he almost always had a Pavlovian reaction to Melody giving him that look, the kind that would end with him begging, whimpering, and crying out for her. It was the same when he had her trembling against the wall, a hand in her pants or him on his knees.

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She offered him a smile at his promise. “Thank you.” she whispered, her lips finding his. “I need you safe with me, okay? I always need you here with me.” Her lips left his to trail along his jaw until she reached his ear. “Besides which. If you’re injured, who will climb through my window at night?” she asked, teasing him. “Because you’re my first choice. And I would miss you terribly.” she whispered.

Melody shot him a quick look. “Watch it, we’re outside.” she warned. Foolish considering she allowed him to touch her under the bleachers during a football game where they easily could have been caught. They touched often at school, so there was no reason for her to suddenly be shy. “Hey, maybe we’ll see if I have a costume hiding in my closet.” she teased.

When he cornered her against the door, she could have melted into his touch. “Later.” she whispered against his lips before pushing him away and dragging him into the house. “If you behave and let me clean up, i’ll make sure I make you feel good after.”

Geog’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed, tilting into her wandering lips. Blood pleasantly traveled down from his brain and he reminded himself with ever-straining control to watch it indeed. “You’re going to destroy me one day,” he husked and tilted her chin up, gave her bottom lip a teasing nibble.

This time he leaned forward and murmured in her ear, “Maybe I like anyone who can hear knowing you’re my girl.” A kiss was pressed behind her ear and he grinned, ignoring the stabs of pain as he sat back, rather pleased as always that she was, in fact, his and he was delightfully hers, enough that her teasing made him laugh out loud.

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