S.o.A; reclaiming

S.O.A: reclaiming

A/N: My tragic lovers. He claimed her once more because he knows he can't live without her and she let him, knowing full well that it would be the death of her but she can't live without him either. Wait until she discovers the secret he's hiding from her. Wait until he discovers the secret she's been hiding from him.

Everything but the locations, the licensed characters  and the lore belong to me (Elias Tobbins, Asma Jensen, their families and their own properties) 

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« I can't really get you out of my head, princess. » He said with a defeated tone.

He really couldn't. He tried to reject her, for both of their sakes. He was hell-bent on revenge and she was way too damaged and secretive about her past. How could this work? How could they work? She still didn't know he was a criminal and had blood on his hands and he knew how much she'd be disappointed if she ever knew the truth. He couldn't make her his old lady and he couldn't even tell her anything about the SONS or his criminal activities. And yet, he couldn't get over her. Her scent, her laughter, her loving gaze or even her moans.

New year Eve sucked for him and he couldn't even admit it. He spent both Christmas and the New Year talking to the graves of his late wife and child. He would be there, talking about his plan, blaming himself for not having been able to save them, and also about how guilty he felt about flirting and occasionally fucking a stranger. He got drunk and ended up wasted at home with canned food to keep up with his drinking. Hers wasn't better. She did drink a lot, passed out from it and barely ate. He rejected her and she couldn't bring herself to hating him or getting him out of her head.

They both woke up with a severe headache and decided to go to their favorite joint in town in order to grab some coffee and enjoy some of the City's afterglow and accidentally bumped into each other. At first, a fake smile graced her features, as an automatic gesture so he wouldn't be bothered by her but he knew when she was telling a lie and this prompted him to actually talk to her and even offer to share a few minutes drinking their coffee instead of drinking it alone. A joke here, another one there and she ended up looking at him with a more sincere gaze. One that let him know how much she loved to be by his side and how much she wanted to run away from him and her own feelings. At some point, she emptied her cup and left the place but he chased after her and grabbed her hand. The tattoo artist's first reaction was to push his hand away and groan a painful « No ! » but he held tighter and dared her to look into his eyes. She first refused but then she perceived the need in his tone. He needed her attention! He needed to talk to her, he needed her and it made her look at him but she was still stiff. When he finally said the words that had been burning his chest for so long, her eyes grew wide and she ponders for a while the very sentence he just said.

« Why do you torture me, Elias? » She finally said with a broken voice before chewing at her bottom lip. « Why would you say something like that? » -He stroked her cheek and shrugged.-

« I don't know....It's driving me crazy to be so far away from you. All I could think about was you. I need you in my life. »

The need wasn't what she actually wanted. She didn't want to be needed, she wanted to be loved. She wanted to be appreciated. Yes, he might have been obsessed with her, she could tell by the way he was staring at her, but it wasn't loved, there was no love in his gaze. He needed her, for sure. He wanted her but she was craving his love and she knew she would not get it straight away. It sent a shiver down her spine and she moistened her lips. He cupped her chin and pulled her against his broader frame. It made her groan softly but then he crashed his lips against hers. Her hands slowly went up to his neck she held in a tender gesture that contrasted with the eagerness of the kiss. She gently pulled away from him and sighed.

« I guess that you needing me is all I can afford for now. » She said with a resigned look on her face.

It couldn't have gone any different and she knew that he cared for her. It maybe was the only shot at happiness that would happen to both of them and maybe, if she allowed herself to fall in love with him, he might return her feelings. It all sounded foolish and childish but what wouldn't a woman do for a little bit of hope? He cupped her cheek again, his heart beating at a fast pace as he couldn't have enough of her taste and he planted another kiss on her lips, this time slower, more patient as he wanted to relish in her taste and scent. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss.

What wouldn't you do for a little bit of hope?