Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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"The desk," Michael spoke, standing from the bed, not caring that he was completely naked either. He'd gladly flaunt about how capable he was, but him walking around in all his glory with a smirk plastered on his face was enough.

Saoirse looked from him to the desk, where a pile of clothes sat. She walked towards it, seeing the pile and raising an eyebrow.

"You're telling me you've had normal clothes here the whole time and I have been wearing these stupid and uncomfortable dresses?"

"Call it a thank you gift," he smirked, pulling his boxers up his body so he was somewhat clothed.

Saoirse picked up the clothes, seeing a pair of black leggings with a maroon short sleeved shirt. She picked up the final item with a snicker.

"A leather jacket huh? Trying to scream edgy?" she looked to him as he stood at his wardrobe.

"As much as I like to see you with nothing on, get dressed," Langdon urged her.

Saoirse dropped her towel as she rolled her eyes and pulled the leggings on, then the shirt and the leather jacket. She pulled her wet hair out from where it was stuck in the jacket and ran her fingers through it to break up the tangles that had formed. When she turned around to head back into Langdon's bathroom to find a brush, she was met with him standing in front of her. His hands traveled down to grip her waist as he looked down at the brunette.

"We have much work to do," he spoke.

Saoirse frowned up at him, "What do you mean? I thought once you made your selection you were going to the Sanctuary."

"Well, we've had a few setbacks if you haven't noticed, Saoirse," he spoke in a darker, almost annoyed tone as he released his grip from her hips and turning from her.

Her frown deepened at his reaction, "I'm sorry did I say something that rubbed you wrong or..?"

Langdon stopped and looked back at her, "No, why would you ask such a stupid question?"

"Stupid question?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, "If there's something you'd like to say then say it."

"I don't have anything to say, I just think it was a dumb question to ask considering Cordelia and the rest of them showed up tonight," he looked back to her.

"You could be a little less of a dick about it if you don't mind," she grumbled.

Michael took a few steps forward as if he were testing her, "You know the sarcastic comments aren't appreciated."

"Well you kind of went from enjoyable to a prick in a matter of moments so I'm just trying to figure out what your problem is," she didn't shy away from him as he gained on her.

Michael frowned, "You've somehow got this sense authority out of nowhere."

"Somehow? What's that supposed to mean?" She narrowed her eyes at him

"Before everyone else that could have gone to the Sanctuary over you was alive you were like putty in my hands. And now all of a sudden you think you're better than everyone around you that isn't dead because you're a nephilim. It's a little ironic don't you think?" Langdon tilted his head down at her.

"What's ironic?"

Langdon chuckled as he gazed down at her, "You, an angel, aren't as pure as you'd like to convince yourself you are, you little spitfire."

"All because I had sex with you once? Newsflash, I wasn't 'pure' before we did it, and you know that." Saoirse spat back up at him.

"You think this is about sex?" he laughed, "Don't play naive, I know you aren't dumb, you've proved that much to me over the past few days." He spoke as he turned away from her.

"Then what the fuck are you talking about? And don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" She raised her voice as she walked after him.

Langdon turned around abruptly to face her, a devilish look in his eyes, "The seven deadly sins, Saoirse. You aren't the pure lily white angel you try to tell yourself you are. Sure you've sinned and you've repented. But you aren't invulnerable. You've shown me that much since I arrived."

"Seven deadly sins?" Saoirse stopped and stared at him.

"In a matter of days, you've managed to commit all seven. An angel, committing the seven deadliest sins," Michael chuckled again.

Saoirse shook her head, "I don't believe you."

"Oh really?" He tilted his head, "I haven't spoke a lie to you one time since I've arrived so why would I start now? But it you'd really like to know, let me enlighten you. Lust, as if that wasn't obvious. Gluttony, you consumed Gallants cube the night he was in the torture chamber. Greed when you withheld information from your friends that could save them just so you could be saved. Envy, which I quite enjoyed you suffering through, when you were so incredibly jealous of Coco and the way you squirmed when I touched Mallory on the night of her interview. Wrath, you nearly set the outpost ablaze after I looked into your dreams. Pride, I could feel the arrogance rolling off of you when I told you what you really were. And last, but definitely not least, you let your friends die. You sat back and watched as they all fell dead around you," Michael spoke as he circled a defeated looking Saoirse, "You were more than capable of reviving everyone in that room in a matter of minutes. But you know what you did instead?" he looked down at her from behind, "You. Came running. To me." He whispered.

Saoirse stayed silent as she looked to the floor. She really couldn't believe it. He was...right.

"You set me up," she muttered, "You wanted me to do this just so you could manipulate me and play me for your own little game. Cordelia was right."

"While I do have great plans for you, I thought I'd try to prove my point, my intention was never to manipulate, you made those decisions that led you to commit those all on your own." Michael spoke in such a nonchalant tone.

"What point?"

"Like I told Mead last night, that if given the right pressures or stimulus, people are evil motherfuckers. Even those who are supposed to be pure like an angel, like you. But you are tainted. And a tainted soul needs guidance. Who better than me?" Michael walked around her so he could stand in front of her.

Saoirse continued her gaze at the ground. She took a deep breath, wanting to speak, but she couldn't find any words to.

"I will admit, my intention was to lead you on in the beginning, get you to get on my side. But you don't make it hard for someone to fall for you. I have developed feelings for you, as hard as I tried to avoid doing so, and I do love you," Langdon spoke in a soft tone.

The brunette looked back up at him, he could see anger in her eyes, but the tension she usually held when she was angry wasn't there, "What is this?"

"It's destiny, Darling," Langdon half-smiled down at her.

"Destiny fucking sucks," the girl shook her head before turning away from Langdon and heading to the door of his bedroom. She didn't know where she was going to go, but she had to get out of there before he could get her to fall into his arms again. She wanted to tell him that she loved him too, but she was too angry to say it and mean it genuinely.

"What have I done?" Saoirse muttered to herself as she made her way through the halls of the outpost until she found herself in the library.

Saoirse walked in and took a seat in one of the armchairs that sat in the room. She engulfed her face in her hands and sighed audibly. She scrunched her eyes shut as tears fell down her cheeks.

"How could I have been to stupid?" she muttered to herself again.

"You're under a bad influence, that's how," a soft voice sounded from behind the girl.Saoirse turned around to see a person standing in the doorway.

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