Hold me.

{1} Enigma

"Ami."
...
"Ami"
...
"Amina."
"What?"
"Look at me"

She turned abruptly.

His face was sincere. An unusual sight for Ami. His grip on her bruised wrist had loosened - though the burning feeling of anger still lingered around his imprints.
He is not the antagonist. They are both as bad as each other.

"Look at me Ami" he lowered his face so he was eye level with her red ones. She scowled at him. Reflexively, her free hand slapped him across his face.

He didn't flinch. Nor did she.

If this had been in the early stages of their rapport then the results would have been evident. However it was not, for at this point in their lives they had both injected each other with their poisons

They were toxically in sync.

"I'm sorry" she said unconvincingly. It was apparent in her monotonous tone - she did not feel bad, she had no reason to.

He grabbed her by her neck and slammed her against their bed. She squirmed underneath him but he used his free hand to hold her thigh tenaciously to the bed
"Stop." His voice was dangerous. She immediately stopped
"Good." Tears rolled down her face unintentionally. She hated crying, especially in front of him

He hated to see her cry, it brought him back to his reality. It reminded him that he was a rancid person. The hand that held tightly to her neck had loosened the moment a teardrop fell onto it. He brushed his thumb gingerly across her cheek
"Ami...", she held onto his arm - whenever he said her name is a soft voice it made her feel secure, wanted, l*ved.
He leaned down and kissed her. However this was not a passionate kiss - they both only knew lust. She enjoyed the warmth his body radiated, but what she enjoyed the most was the harsh graze of his lips against hers.
He was no better, he is a male after all. The only thing he enjoyed more than seeing Ami in her most vulnerable state was knowing that he was the only person who could see her in that state.
Their kiss deepened whilst their hands explored each other. Clothes were chucked onto the floor without care, Ami had found her way on top. She liked being on top, because he actually looked at her when she was on top.
She wasn't good at riding. At all. But he didn't mind, he enjoyed watching her face of arousal.
They went for rounds. As they usually do. He hated missionary though, Ami had a habit of falling into a deep intimacy during missionary - she would repeat the same 5 words each time
"I trust you so much"
"No Ami, you don't." These four words would snap her out of her trance, he's right she would think to herself, I don't trust him at all.
"That's why I l*ve you. " their relationship was unconventional, that's why nobody could understand why they remained together. There was no l*ve present in this 'relationship' , not even an element of infatuation. Nobody knew why they were together

But they were.

She rolled over to face him, she raised the covers over her naked body for warmth - he was already staring at her.
"Good morning, Ami" his voice was raspy, she enjoyed listening to it; only in the morning as at night it became a dreadful sound.
She kissed his cheek

"Good morning, Maxxi"

Hold me.