Hi~~ Poppin' in for a request with a new face in my list ;)
Can i have "hanging by a thread but you gotta survive" with Brendon Acres, please?? Than you!!
You find Brendon in a bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He grips it until his knuckles are white, his gaze fixating on the ice cubes at the bottom. You slip onto the seat along side him, your shoulder nudging against his as you rearrange your skirt to cover the tracking device on your ankle.
“Everytime I close my eyes, I see him die.” He says after a few minutes of silence. “I feel his blood on my hands, I hear his last breath.”
You know who he’s talking about, Special Agent Jason Simmons. His UC identity had been leaked, Brendon had tried to get to him in time but…
“I just want it to stop.” He tells you, swilling the amber liquid around the glass.
“It will for a while.” You say, gesturing at the drink. “But then it’ll come back.”
“And then I’ll pick up another glass, and then a bottle.” He murmurs setting the drink down and pushing it away from him. “And then that starts all over again.”
“It does.” You say quietly, capturing his hand in yours.
He sighs as he raises your hand to his mouth, his lips brushing over your knuckles.
“Can I drive you home?” He asks you. “Your curfew must be coming up.”
Your gaze flickers up to the clock above the bar. You have thirty minutes before you need to be at your residence otherwise Special Agent Henderson comes knocking and you end up back in prison.
“You could stay over.” You say softly. “I’ve been working on a few pieces, I wouldn’t mind you casting an eye over them.”
Brendon has always loved your paintings, the richness of the colour, the delicacy of the strokes. Everything you create is bright, vibrant, it’s how you see the world he thinks. He could use some of that right now, something to chase away the darkness that eats at his soul.
“You’re trying to keep me busy.” He says with a small smile as he raises to his feet and sets a couple of bills down onto the bar.
The thing with addiction, you think about it all of the time when you have a craving. It nestles in yours brain, clawing at your insides until you either give in or occupy yourself. Normally it’s the job that keeps him occupied, but…
“I can think of other ways to keep you distracted.” You tease, interrupting his thoughts as your fingertips trailing along the lapels of his blazer. “But we can start with painting, you’ll have to undress of course, I wouldn’t want it to stain your clothes.”
He laughs then and it’s such a lovely sound. It fills you with warmth from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.
“How about I paint you this time?” He suggests, his fingertips brushing a loose curl back behind your ear. “You can put on that silk robe I bought you, the one that matches your eyes…”
Your cheeks flush just a little because Brendon, he just can’t resist you in silk. His thumb ghosts over your cheek and you find yourself looking into those torrid blue gaze of his. The two of you are flirting with danger, you have been since this thing between started but you can’t seem to stop yourselves.
He could lose his job, you could go to prison. It should be enough to scare the two of your straight but it isn’t.
The benefits outweigh the cost everytime because Brendon, he makes you happy and you haven’t felt like that in a long time.
“Let’s get you home.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “We’ll see who distracts who.”
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