Lady Paperclip (paperclipbitch) wrote,
Lady Paperclip
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"And he strikes... (da da da da da) like Thunderball!"

Title: Red
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Chase/Annette
Challenge/Prompt: 100moods, 086. Sinful
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Het
Summary: Chase and Annette’s pre-show relationship. Maybe.
Author’s Notes: I so wanted to write this. It doesn’t go into as much detail as it could do, but whatever. It’s twenty past midnight at the time of writing this and I’m going to bed. *yawn*



She lingers.

You wish she wouldn’t, but she does.

Katrina- well, you used to be intoxicated by her, the way she peeled her business suits off to reveal an incredible body, taut and smooth and pale, begging for you to break it. Katrina with her mane of fluffy blonde hair and her love of burning. To begin with, at least, you were terrified of going too far or not going far enough and disappointing her. And then you learned. Learned how to make her writhe beneath you, wrists tied, inching away from the flames and then surrendering to them and tipping her head back and yelling your name.

And for a while, that was enough. That edge. But then… then Katrina started taking you to these parties. At first, you were afraid but… it was at one of these parties that you met her.

From the moment you first saw her, decked out in leather, blonde-brown hair frothing around her shoulders, you wanted to make her scream. Scream until her throat was raw and it was you and only you that she wanted.

Her name was on everyone’s lips. Her name is still on everyone’s lips. She’s so perfect, the very picture of everyone’s bondage fantasies, breasts tumbling out of her corset, wrists wrapped in leather like a perfect sub, moving with the satisfied smirk of a woman who can make you beg for mercy in the shortest space of time imaginable. Blood-red nails. Blood-red smile.

And oh God, you think you’ve never wanted anything more.

Her kisses bruise, she leaves bloody trails up your back that you can’t explain to Katrina, her sweat and her perfume mingle on your skin and stay for hours because you can’t bring yourself to wash the scent off. Katrina and her flames can’t hold your interest any longer; they seem so tame and so calm now.

You leave your crazy banker girlfriend, and wonder if she’ll firebomb your apartment and then masturbate at the flames, and then try and push away the mental image because it’s both disturbing and hot.

She smiles when you tell her you’ve gotten out from Katrina. She’s not at all exclusive and to be honest you don’t want her to be. She’s not a prostitute or anything; god, no, no, but she has her clients and she picks and chooses and you’re almost obscenely grateful that she chose you. It’s sick.

It’s dark and your wrists are chafing from the ties around them and you can’t see a thing because the blindfold is impenetrable. You don’t mind. You like to watch her but it’s not a necessity.

When you can see again, when she’s sliding her shirt back on and smirking too widely, you notice the scrapes on your thighs and the lipstick she’s left on your cock. It’s always like this. Always. She smears a kiss across your mouth and leaves.

After a while, you start to realise that you can’t let this happen. You’re a doctor, for God’s sake, and if this gets out… This has to end. You have to make this end. You have to talk to her and say ‘no’, until you sound convinced and can make it all stop.

But there is a problem, with every single one of Annette’s smiles.

She lingers.

You wish she wouldn’t, but she does.

Tags: challenge: 100moods, character: robert chase, pairing: robert chase/annette, tv show: house md
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