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02 April 2011 @ 09:10 pm
Wanting, Waiting, Yours For The Taking. Nick/Cassie, 1/1.  
Title: Wanting, Waiting, Yours For The Taking
Author: Brevanna03
Fandom: Push
Pairing: Nick/Cassie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Het, swearing, a relationship between a sixteen year old and a twenty six year old (not explicit).
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Three years on the run, six months sleeping together, they are far to lost in each other to separate now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Push. Not even a little bit. Not even a teensy tiny bit. I promise.

"This is the last time." Nick told her, attempting to find what was his in a mess of hastily thrown cloths.

Cassie laughed, stretching out her bare limbs and tangling them in the damp sheets. "You always say that."

He didn't look at her as he yanked on his jeans. He was mad, he was always mad afterward. "Well I mean it this time."

"You always say that too." She grinned, tapping out a lazy beat on the pale skin of her exposed stomach. Once Nicks panic and anger would have worried her, but not anymore, it had been six months since they started this. The whole thing had become almost routine.

"Don't be a smart ass." Nick snapped, not looking up from where his fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans.

Cassie shrugged, hair sticking to the sweat of her shoulders, she wondered vaguely if she could calm Nick down long enough to shower with her. "I've already seen the future you know, I know this isn't the last time."

"The future isn't set in stone." He growled, still not looking at Cassie.

She hadn't realized how used she had gotten to having his full attention for these last three years, now not having his eyes on her felt like an itch at her skin, it made her want to claw at him and scream until he looked at her. She barely resisted the urge, it wouldn't help.

"No shit, if it were we'd be rotting right now." Cassie mumbled, wondering how she could say things like that so casually when three years ago death seemed like an absolute. Maybe it still was, but not if they kept running.

"I won't let this happen again." He snapped, but not at her, she knew, he was furious at himself. Because six months ago he hadn't been able to say no, because he kept coming back time and time again.

Cassie was used to the anger, but not this resolution. Like he actually meant it. She began to feel an uneasiness creep through her. "Wait, are you actually serious this time?"

He ignored the question and she knew he was. She wanted to call him every horrible name she could think of, throw empty bottles and scream that he was abandoning her just like everyone else. Like she meant nothing. Like what was between them meant nothing. When she opened her mouth she expected words primed to cause pain, but instead all that came out was: "Why?"

"Why?" A brutal laugh broke out of his throat. "You’re sixteen Cassie, that's why."

She propped herself on to her elbows, still waiting for him to look at her. The angered finally exploded out. "So what? Fuck I'm more adult than you are most of the time, and it's not like the law has ever really mattered to us."

"Shit." He gave up on the button and dropped himself on to the bed. He was still shirtless, Cassie could see a hickey blooming red under his ribs. "Ten years Cass, ten. That should matter."

She could deal with his morality crisis, if he would just look at her. Cassie crawled over to him and laid a hand on his jaw, she pushed his head a little so they were face to face. "Well it doesn't, you need to learn to live with that."

His brow was knotted, confliction written all over his face, he wanted to do the right thing, he always did. She suddenly realized why he wouldn't look at her, he didn't want her to weaken his resolve. He was going to break up with her. She glared, fuck being nice.

Cassie climbed on top of him, slamming her palms against his shoulders so he fell back on the bed. She looked down from where she straddled him, knowing that she was imposing even while naked. "You're a dumbass. I love you, okay? You're not taking advantage of me, this isn't some stupid fling. I love you, so take your pants off and stop being such a little bitch about this."

"You love me?" Nick repeated, like he'd never heard the words before and it hadn't been painfully obvious since she was thirteen years old.

Cassie rolled her eyes, refusing to feel like the self conscious little girl whose heart sped up every time Nick spoke to her and hated Kira with a blind passion for taking away his attention. "Obviously, though I'm starting to wonder why."

That shocked a smile out of him, this, banter and teasing, was familiar territory. Nick pulled her on top of him, running his fingers along her ribs in a way that made her shiver. "Because I'm a sex god."

She grinned and kissed his neck, sneaking her tongue out to lick his skin, golden with a faint sheen of sweat. She leaned back with a sly smile on her lips. "Though if you keep having bitch fits every time we have sex I might have to reconsider this whole arrangement."

Nick laughed, a real genuine laugh that made her feel warm and safe. He wrapped his hands around her waist, throwing her gently onto her back. He grinned down at her. "Please, you love me, I love you, you could never walk away from this."

He leaned down to kiss along her rib cage, too exposed, life on the run does that to a girl. Her breath hitched and she whispered. "Yeah."
Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
applesab: mr kkanasarraf on November 6th, 2011 08:16 pm (UTC)
I'm just in love with Nick/Cassie fanfictions...i think i'm going to be a regular in your LJ. Thanks for sharing ur stories. Kiss from Brazil. Bye, Ana.