🦖 a trex as a bargain gift

✖ Word Count: 550. Un-proofread.

✖ Tags: Rivals to Lovers. First Kiss. So much tension. The slow burn fic but it's just the paragraph when it is finally burning. Gender Neutral. No use of Y/N.

✖ A/N: I really said. I haven't written anything in months! And then instantly dropped this banger. I picked a ‘unrequited requited love where the dam finally breaks’ vibe for this as opposed to angry kisses. Happy Valentine's week!!!!! We're kick starting it with a good one.

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Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer.

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Heavy breaths escape the both of you. As the dust begins to settle, you see the sweat drip of “The Boss’s” forehead landing beside your face. Not that you really respected his title. At least that's what you tell the interviewers when you're asked about your long time rival, Sett.

With you being almost effortlessly picked up and thrown to the ground just seconds earlier. You now stand…no, lay, messily under him. An up close and personal view of the messy scars that litter his face. Nothing you haven't noticed before. But there was also the way his golden eyes returned the gaze. Watching how his irises seem to slowly dilate before his eyebrows furrow and they narrow yet again. What was new would be you finally noticing the way his lips seem to part so gently everytime he drew a breath. The way the tip of his tongue would run over his fangs as he heaved. Or how his Vastayan ears flicked away the falling dust every few seconds. How cute. Fighting back the thought of looking at your rival like a snack your own brows furrow. Matching his.

You could only wonder what he might be thinking as you stared back in return. Was your own gaze the same mix of awkward gentleness paired with confusion?

Probably.

But the tension between the two of you might go past simple rivalry. As Sett’s eyes flick between your lips and eyes the nth time. You decide you had enough. Ignoring your aching muscles, you prop yourself up just the slightest. Lips pressing against his. Hoping that all the time you two spent fighting has led to you being able to read his next move properly.

You could only thank the gods that this was a private spar and not in the actual arena. For the way the tabloids would have a field day seeing the way Sett kissed you back.

Fervently. Lips parted. Teeth clashing. Disgustingly passionate. Tongue pressing against his. Hands grasping at each other. The taste of residual blood from the earlier fight. More dust being kicked up as you somehow find the strength to wrestle back control and push him off you while still keeping his lips against yours. Wow you were amazing. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the mind numbing kiss. So instead you nip at his lips. Drawing out a huff of a single laugh from your rival. Sett's hands tangle into your hair in retaliation, giving it a playful tug. The playful rivalry not lost in how he seemed to be grasping at it almost desperately, trying his hardest to keep your face close to his. Almost afraid that you'd realize the mistake and get off him.

Seconds felt like minutes which then felt like hours before the two of you finally pull apart. Irises blown out. Eyes looking everywhere but each other as the two of you desperately try to form any kind of excuse for the absolute sloppy display. Swallowing hard, you watched as Sett's own adam’s apple bobs before words softly leave his bruised and slightly bleeding lips.

“ We can talk about this later.”

“ Yeah…later would be good."