Here's my humble offer to @lovelooksgudonu for the comic she drew about dark!ava. Of course the credit goes to her (and simplykorra) for parts of the dialogue she wrote, (I wanted to stay true to the source material)
Her art is absolutely amazing, go check it out if you haven't! (I hope this is okay, I got inspired)
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The first thing that hits her when she wakes up is the stinging smell of sulfur. The distant remains of the fight that carried through in ash and dust, leaving her dazed and bewildered.
Ava had struck her in the back.
She hadn't even hesitated.
A chuckle comes from somewhere behind her and Beatrice shifts, the movement sending a sharp pain through her wrist and left arm. The rope is tied harshly, digging into her skin and keeping her there.
"That hit really did a number on you, huh Bea?"
Ava walks in front of her, brown eyes piercing. There's an easy smile on her lips, almost teasing, as if she found this situation amusing.
Beatrice leans forward, her voice hoarse. "Ava-"
"No. Don't give me that look." She cuts off, a sudden shift by the downturn of her mouth. She walks closer, leaning down to look at her properly, tied to the chair and bruised. "I've been merciful towards you, after all. Haven't I?"
Her hand comes up and takes a hold of her jaw. "You should be grateful."
The touch turns on several signals in her body at once. She sucks in a breath, the alarm battling with the craving of wanting more.
She hadn't felt her touch in so long. God, she'd missed it. Yearned for it.
But this wasn't her. This wasn't Ava.
"Snap out of it."
Her hold shifts, forefinger etching into her skin. "What was that?"
Her hands shake. They curl into fists as she looks up at her, meeting her eyes. "Snap out of it!"
Ava hums and for the first time Beatrice finds that she can't read her expression. Can't find any trace of the woman who showed emotions like the glow of a sun, drawing everyone in by her mere presence. She only shifts her hand, cupping her cheek as her thumb goes over her lip.
Beatrice can't suppress the shiver.
"Would you betray them for me?" Ava mumbles, face so close, breath skimming over her cheek, nail digging down into the flesh of her lip. It splits open with a sting of pain that slowly makes the blood spill out and drip across her jaw.
"Ah." Her voice cuts out and Ava's smile grows.
She leans even closer, teasingly drawing her nails over the part where her throat meets her jaw. "Yes?" It's a whisper. It's a lure. Her lips tickle against her own and she forces her to meet her eyes as Ava sinks down fully in her lap, keeping her jaw in a tight grip.
"You never were very talkative." She mumbles, her other hand trailing down her collarbone, her chest.
Beatrice tries to prevent the swelling in her chest, the pleasant tingling in her body over finally being touched.
"Let me make it easier for you." Ava continues, "if you say yes, I'll reward you. Shit, I'll even give you a little treat. If you say no however..." Her hand stops at her shoulder, eyes distant. She looks up at her. "What will it be?"
Beatrice thinks back to Camila, who had stayed up several nights in order to figure out Ava's position. She thinks about how much she's grown, how much she's overcome, how much they've gone through together.
She thinks about Mary and how she would scowl at the situation, telling her to not even dare make that decision.
She thinks about the OCS, the order she practically grew up in. It shaped her to who she was today. It took her through some of the worst periods of her life.
There had been so many sisters before her that had laid their life for the cause. For them. For her. She can't toss all of that away.
"I can't..."
Ava's jaw tightened. "Right. How could the perfect sister Beatrice ever do such a thing?"
"That's not-"
"Quiet."
Beatrice shuts her mouth. It's automatic.
The sharpness in her tone keeps her on edge.
"Maybe you'll come to better thoughts if I alleviate your pain a little." Her eyes fall down to her wrists where Beatrice is tugging against the restraint. "You'll never get anywhere like that."
"I'm fine." Beatrice bites out.
Ava tsk. "You're being stubborn." She brings something out from her pocket and her weight shifts in her lap by the movement. "I know you hurt your wrist in our fight, this will help."
She brings the pill up for her to see.
"I won't..."
Before she can finish Ava presses her thumb against her lips. This time they part open by the force and she continues by dragging it against the ridge of her mouth, scraping across the clench of her teeth. "We may not be on the same side yet, Bea, but that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt, baby."
Beatrice doesn't answer. In a way, she can't. Ava is still keeping her in a vice grip, a glint in her eyes that tells her she's planning to do something Beatrice won't be able to stop.
At least that part was still familiar to her.
Ava plops the pill in her own mouth, voice husky as she slowly inches forward. "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy this technique..."
Before she knows it Ava's lips press against her own, mouth hot and tongue nudging to get more access. Beatrice gives in with a slight whine, feeling the pill slip inside. She swallows it and everything else falls away as Ava answers by pushing forward, body rising and kiss deepening. It's electrifying in the worst possible way.
"Mmm, see, the way you respond tells me you're not as restrained as you pretend to be."
Beatrice whimpers.
She wants more. She needs more.
She can't.
Finally - far too soon - not soon enough, Ava pulls away, resting her forehead against her own. She exhales, open-mouthed and smiling and when she speaks she's grown considerably softer. "The medication won't kick in for a while, would you like me to distract you some more?"
“Ava… please…”
She traces a path down her cheek. “Look how red you are, don't tell me you don't like this?” Her fingers skim across her ear as she tucks away a strand of hair that had gone loose. “Don't tell me you haven't thought of this ever since our time in Switzerland.”
Beatrice looks away, teeth clenching.
“Hm? Not speaking?”
“That's okay, let me show you just what I've been thinking about during my time across the arc.” Her hand leave her cheek and nudges at the end of her shirt. “You remember that night when we got drunk at the bar?”
Beatrice watches as her hand slip under the fabric and graze across bare skin. Her stomach ripples by the touch.
One nail starts to press down ever so slightly.
“Bea, answer me.”
“Yes- yes I remember.”
She smiles, satisfied. “I remember it too. I've had a lot of time to replay that moment.” She leans closer, close enough that her lips skim over her ear. “A lot of time to let it derail too.”
Ava doesn't wait for her to answer before she continues, nails scraping lightly across her skin. Like a game. “I thought. What if Beatrice noticed me? What if she knew that when I looked at her all I wanted to do was to let her pin me against a wall and fuck me.” She glances down to their position. “Looks like things have taken a slight turn.”
“Ava.”
Ava tuts. "Not yet. It was my turn, remember?”
If Beatrice knows Camila correctly, she's searching for her. She will find her eventually. She just needed a little more time, a little more information…
She shifts. "What more?”
“Excuse me?”
“What more have you thought about doing?”
Her eyes glint with slight surprise and then approval. “I'm so glad you asked.”
