I can see the shadows dancing in her eyes, the uncertainty of the situation creating a cyclone of thoughts that whirl through her mind just like mine. I push back the terror coiling in the pit of my stomach and pull her closer, wanting to feel her body against mine.
“Can we just sit with our feet in the water for a minute?” she asks softly, her voice breaking slightly under the weight of everything unfolding around us.
“Yeah, let’s just… breathe,” I reply, leading her to a fallen log at the edge of the clearing.
As we settle, I wrap an arm around her shoulders, inviting her to lean into me. The warmth of her body brings a small measure of comfort against the chill in the air, but we slip our shoes off and put our feet in the water anyway. She rests her head against my shoulder, and I take a moment to simply close my eyes, letting the quiet of the night wash over us. I can hear the lapping of the water against the shore, a soothing rhythm that contrasts sharply with the chaos we just escaped.
“Do you think this will ever end?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper as she gazes up at the starry sky.
I open my eyes, looking at the same stars that once gave me solace as a kid in the group homes. "What do you mean?" I ask, almost afraid of what she might say.
“All this… fighting, running.” She gestures nervously at the surroundings. “Will we always be on the run, Crow? Will we always be looking over our shoulder?”
I turn my head toward her, searching her eyes, which hold the weight of so many unspoken fears and sorrows.
“I don’t know,” I admit, my throat tightening around the truth of it. “But I do know that as long as we’re together, we can face whatever comes our way. We’re pretty damn good at surviving, right?”
A faint smile tugs at her lips, and I can see the brief flicker of hope in her eyes, and it fills me with a sense of purpose.
“Yeah, we are,” she replies, squeezing my hand. “I just… I don’t want to keep running forever.”
The honesty in her voice cuts deep, resonating with my own silent fears. I want to give her more than this life of uncertainty, this constant vigilance. But reality is a dark cloud hanging over us, and it takes everything I have to push it back with words, with strength.
“Maybe we don’t have to.” The thought sparks something within me, a tiny flame against the surrounding darkness.“Maybe we’ll find a way to fight back… to reclaim what’s ours and live without looking over our shoulders.”
Her gaze deepens, searching mine for the truth behind my words. “You believe that?”
I nod slowly, holding her closer, heart racing with the conviction threading through me. “I do, Whit. I really do. We’re stronger than they know, and we can’t let this life tear us apart. We've both been through much worse.”
Silence envelops us, broken only by the whispers of the wind and trickles of the water as we sit side by side, two broken souls trying to piece together a new reality amidst the wreckage of our pasts. I lose track of time, simply enjoying the connection between us, allowing it to guide my thoughts away from the looming danger of our lives.
Shadows dance erratically, and my heart slams against my ribs as adrenaline courses through my veins. I glance at Whitney, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and moonlight, and feel a fierce surge of determination. Whatever is coming, we’ll find a way—not just to survive, but to live.
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Whitney
sKitz Kraven: Hush
Ionly become aware I've fallen asleep when I'm startled awake by the sharp sound of snapping twigs and crunching leaves, accompanied by Crow's strong, muscular arm tightening around me. My eyes fling open, greeted by a silvery stream of moonlight cutting through the darkness as I frantically scan the clearing, trying to pinpoint the source of the unsettling noises.
I glance at Crow—his mask still concealing his face, yet his wide, curious eyes reveal a flicker of fear lurking beneath thesurface. He presses a finger to his lips and sits up slowly, reaching for the gun tucked into the waistband of his black jeans. I copy him, drawing my own weapon and cocking it just as he rises, gesturing for me to lay back down and stay hidden.
My heartbeat thunders in my throat, its relentless rhythm echoing in my ears. I hold my breath, praying my stalker hasn’t followed us here. As much faith as I have in Crow, I can't shake the uncertainty of what this psycho is capable of; he feels dangerously unpredictable.
When Crow finally seems satisfied that we're alone, he disarms his weapon and settles back down, wrapping his strong arm around me and pulling me onto his lap. I shiver as he brushes the hair off my shoulder, his lips lightly kissing my exposed skin—his mask now shifted since my back is turned towards him. I want to know what he looks like—to understand who he truly is. But with Crow’s nature, I know that the truth will remain hidden for as long as he can manage it.
“Mhm,” I moan, pushing my worries aside as his mouth traces a slow descent down my back, igniting a trail of fire in its wake.
“You like that, Little Mischief?” He murmurs, his voice a low rumble against my skin.
“Y-yes,” I whisper, feeling my body tremble against him. “Please don’t stop.”
“I love hearing you fucking beg for me,” he growls, sinking his teeth into the middle of my back, eliciting an involuntary arch as I grip his knees, leaning forward and pushing back.
As he lifts my shirt over my head, I feel his cock press against me, sending a rush of need coursing through my veins. He reaches around, cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples as his mouth returns to my burning skin, continuing its fiery assault.
