“Idiot,” it was the only word she could say ‘pon setting eyes on zoya finally. they had been due to meet for some time, but it always ended up getting pushed back. tensions were higher than usual in syndicate, a newfound rise in confidence from smaller gangs meant another desperate power struggle from all around. with everyone at each others throats, it’s more important to be cautious now than ever. both zoya and ninety-nine alike had their own battles to fight, keeping them separate enough for the monster to admit she missed her. the admittance came not in words, but by the way she quickly closed the distance between them. clawed hands reached to grasp at zoya’s jacket, tugging her against the beast’s own frame before she leaned close to claim the kisses she had been waiting for.
the syndicate was splintering, she knew. smaller gangs were rising ( they were weeds through concrete ), drunk on their own fleeting power ⸻ there were whispers in alleyways, rumours blooming behind locked doors, and she knew it was only a matter of time until drastic measures would have to be taken. no wonder, however, that they had been kept apart and the echo of her not being there in every room was an aching shape carved into every doorway left unopened. the ache had grown beneath her complexion, vine with thorns that were invasive enough to make her blood feel hot in all the wrong places.
she had waited, regardless. with scorn, with cigarette smoke curling from her tiers, curses held in place by lipstick. she had waited whilst the syndicate unraveled at the seams, whilst lies fermented in every corner of their crumbling city. she had waited whilst those beneath them clashed like dogs starved too long, each one too hungry to know better than to bite. like sin wrapped in silk, her vocals arrived in waves, and her response was no other than a soft and bitter laugh. ❝ miss me much, i see. ❞ the kiss was abrupt and greedy, but she noted the tremble of someone who had waited too long for something forbidden. ninety-nine's mouth crashed into hers, a prayer forgotten and found again, sweet and reckless and aching. and zoya... zoya, in utter and madly response, took the kiss. she claimed it as hers, not in return but in recompense. she took it with teeth and tongue, with a craving that reflected the fury of her soul. and it was with that intensity that she turned them around and pinned her against the wall.
her hands, no longer gloved in dark leather, slipped behind to settle against her lower back, making her bend, making her press inhumanely against her. only to feel the curvature of defined muscles, the swell of forbidden, the warmth of vice and divine. she kissed her back like it was punishment. like she wanted her to feel how long she had been denied. her mourth dragged itself, with tiers parting just wide enough to draw a gasp, with teeth grazing her lower tier until it swelled, turning her into a fruit bitten too hard. her digits fanned out against ninety-nine's waist, holding her firmly, possessively [ ... ] until they moved further down, behind her thigh, to lift her leg in pursuance of circling her waist. and fuck, if it did not feel absolutely delightful to feel her warmth more.
❝ you're late. ❞ she breathed, departing from her tiers to move to the sharpness of her jawline. ❝ i should make you beg for wasting my time. ❞ her knee slid forward, betwixt her legs, pressing the seam of her thigh up just enough to send pressure spiraling. ❝ next time you vanish... i won't wait. ❞ there was rage, there was despair, there was lust, there was madness. ❝ i'll come find you... and you won't be able to escape me. ❞
