#I'm not that happy with what i wrote I think its quite repeptitive but I couldnt quite think of a different way to structure it urghghg

[dol-dee]

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It’s almost claustrophobic the way Sydney cages you in, between your school seat and the wall behind you. Back flush to the wall. 

She must've been waiting for the opportunity, considering your height difference.

Her face is incredibly close and so different from the usual dreamy smile that’s directed at you. 

Dark purple, almost black hair drapes around you like a curtain.

The contrast to her usual self unnerves you a bit. you repress the urge to shiver. 

She inches even closer, so slowly you'd think she mistook you for some skittish animal.

An almost predatory smile twitches against her lips again, before she plants a slow kiss to your cheek. 

“Hello Beloved, I thought I should visit you after you’ve been so busy avoiding me”.

You keep looking at her, eyebrows furrowed, stony silence. She goes on:

“Just wanted to remind my partner who she belongs to. 

We’re promised to each other after all”. She pauses and everything inside you starts to tenses up.

Her languid pace dissipates the moment she rips your shirt open with surprising strength. 

The loose buttons you had wanted to mend later, popping right off. You flinch. Not from shock but the conscious effort to stop your reflexes. To keep yourself from instinctively lashing out.

A low chuckle escapes Sydney.

“Awe don't hold yourself back on my account, Dee. Not after you’ve already hit me once. You know I can take it” Her left hand wanders from the desk you sit at, to your thigh. 

idly stroking it. playing with the hem of your skirt. you keep your gaze on her as apprehension sneaks into the back of your mind. What the fuck did you do to Sydney? You truly hadn’t expected her to react this way, you thought she would’ve been happier with your suggestion. You coerced her into depravity after all.

You still don’t trust your voice to come out right but right as you are about to speak- something flashes over Sydney's face and she bites down on the crook of your neck. 

You successfully squash your instincts once more. It feels weird. You never had to suppress your fight instinct near Sydney before. Hadn't needed them with her in the first place.

The ghost of a smile caresses your skin. Sydney's bite hurts but it's tolerable compared to past injuries you’ve had. You can hold out, it could be worse.

Time seems to slow as she sucks several hickies into your shoulder and cleavage. lovingly punctuated by harsh bites. 

You’re glad you decided to buy that spiked choker so many months ago or your throat would probably share the same fate. 

it's irritating how easily your body reacts to her. You keep perfectly still, clenching your teeth to ground yourself.

You feel a bit short of breath once Sydney finally shoves off of you to stalk away, with the same warm smile she usually sports around you.