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Would you like a blanket?

I'm cold..

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Anyone who would label Nathan Fox as a senseless person was a fool, in the simplest terms. It was his overwhelming amount of common sense, and general rationality, that allowed him to know that sex was an extremely powerful weapon, and it was often through sexual endeavors that certain irrational emotions surfaced. He didn't fuck to form relationships; he fucked for two reasons, and two reasons only. One: to, as stated, use it as a weapon. Two: to fuck. Plain and simple. Sex was a very prevalent concept to the young sociopath, and while it couldn't be called an addiction, it could be called dangerous; particularly for the other party involved.

As their time together pressed on, Nathan began to fully comprehend that this was very much a selfish experience for both of them. And beyond that, he was sure that most things were selfish for both of them. Amused at the thought, he smirked at her reaction. Much like he did, she fought to maintain her composure, rather than show that he was affecting her strongly. When MacKenzie spoke, her voice full of lust and seduction, he felt his body quiver as it's response. It was very obvious that this was an extraordinarily risky thing to be doing. The dark haired girl was the type of girl that was likely to drive him to his limits, shatter his self control, and leave him to pick up the pieces, with no care given. It sounded familiar; it was what he did so well. It was rare to find someone else who stood a chance against his cruel games, and it almost made Nathan want to let MacKenzie break him, just so he could return the favor.

The thought was gone when she dropped to her knees; a telltale sign. For some reason, that was always how women wanted to start the teasing. The difference was that MacKenzie made it clear from the first gesture from her place on the ground that she knew what she was doing, and she was particularly exceptional at it. One of his hands still remained pressed to the wall in front of him, and the other wound it's way into his curls, tugging slightly. After a few seconds of composing himself, Nathan glanced down to watch MacKenzie act. He took all of what she was doing in with careful observation. Sensations shooting through his entire body, the way she pleased herself while pleasing him effortlessly was mesmerizing. Her fingers worked his hardened cock just as smoothly as her mouth did, in the same rhythm--the same excruciatingly pleasing rhythm that made him throb desperately. But he knew how to control himself, at least well enough. If he didn't, then he would be broken into countless, unbalanced, impractical, illogical pieces of himself. His composure was his strength, and without it, he knew he would be reduced to uncontrollable impulses. And then he would be like most others at Knollwood--most others in the world. He couldn't have that. 

The distracting concept disappeared from his busy mind when the humming against his cock shocked him into just a stage before bliss. Nathan's hand abruptly tore itself from his own hair and landed in hers. His fingertips tangled around strands of her tresses, allowing him to guide her against his member, despite her not needing any sort of guidance. In fact, his grip on her hair was more for his own control. With her continuing to work his cock, Nathan hardly realized that his breath had started to hitch every so often, causing quiet pants to escape him. Never being one for noise during sex, he attempted to hush himself by biting his lip, but once he looked back in front of him, he noticed that rather than his palm pressed against the wall, now his forearm rested against it. The thought of what she was reducing him to was electrifying, and his normally eloquent speech was limited to one clearly pleased, low moan. "Fuck." 

Cold Hearts, Warmer Bodies // Nathan & MacKenzie

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Is a one way street worth going down?

Love...tch. Conflict, paranoia, deceit, desperation, cruelty, and an overall blindness to incompatibility and rationality. Does that sound like something I'd enjoy?

I could have loved you.

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And that didn't work too well, did it?

Someone had promised to.

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Love your rage, not your cage.

Alan Moore, V for Vendetta (via wordsnquotes)

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Naiveté laces every word you've just said.

You've been here long enough: has anyone taken care of you yet?

I have been taking care of myself my entire life. Is it really so awful to want a change?

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Then don't question it, either. You shouldn't refuse to think and then try to argue something. Makes you sound illogical and ignorant.

I don’t want to think about it.

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Myself.

Then what do you believe in?

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I think it makes a world of sense. Especially if I want to impact multiple people at once. Think about it.

The flaw in that plan is, hmm, let’s see. It wouldn’t make any fucking sense. He’s been nothing but good to you. And as fucked up as you are, you’ve still got a sense of decency.

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Figuring out who you can trust and who you cannot is a wonderful experience. The difference is not caring and being able to take care of yourself no matter what. 

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❤️❤️

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If that was the case, Damian makes a much easier target.

Are you hoping I’ll fall for your bullshit so you have another person to ruin?

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Are you sure? Because I could continue. I enjoy a lot of things about you, Layla. 

I don’t care what you…what you enjoy. I don’t. And stop looking at me with that face, and those eyes, and you’re disgusting. I hate you.

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I always enjoyed your sense of humor, Layla.

You know, once you call someone out, you start to see so much more of what they’re actually like. It’s so weird. It’s like English class, where the blue curtains aren’t just because the character liked the color blue, but they’re because the character is actually deeply emo or something.

Except, instead of blue curtains, it’s you being a self-absorbed, manipulative prick.

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And yet look at his position. Or rather, his illusioned position.

God’s a bit of a bastard.

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God's gift to me, if you please.

Is being irritating a natural trait, or did you acquire that?

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Ah, but I've never believed much in luck.

I don’t doubt that. Luck favors the prepared.