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I want your sex

[It's been a long day for Silver, training and trying to keep himself busy while his girlfriend's at work. All in all, a typical day except for one thing...he's fucking horny. Maybe it's something in the air, maybe it's the fact that his team's been so obedient and is getting stronger lately, or maybe it's just that he's a teenage boy and prone to horniness at any given point in time. But his thoughts turn to Clarissa and how he can't wait for her to get home already so they can just do it.]

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[When Clarissa does finally return home, Silver's certain to know it...though the nature of her entrance may tarnish his hopes of a quick fuck, too. When the sound of the front door slamming is finished reverberating through the whole house, Clarissa comes rushing in like a hurricane. She doesn't even look at Silver as she storms through, her head bent low as she makes a beeline toward the bedroom.]

[Well, that was weird. Usually she stops to make some kind of joke about how he didn't burn down the place after all, or even a simple "hey, brat!". And she didn't even LOOK at him, how rude!

Silver waits a few minutes before deciding she didn't simply forget, then sighs and follows her to the bedroom.]

[There's another thundering bang as the bedroom door gets the same slamming treatment, then silence.]

[Damn, right in his face just as he was about to go in! Confused and annoyed, Silver pounds on the door in frustration.]

What gives?!

[No answer. Clarissa leans heavily against the door for a few moments, pulling her hat off of her head and letting it fall to the floor, before pacing to the bed. She crawls onto it before sinking weakly onto her side, curling her legs and arms up close to her and lying there with her eyes shut.]

[The pounding gets louder, and Silver's becoming more and more annoyed by the second.]

What the hell?! At least tell me what the fuck's going on if you're gonna throw a drama queen fit and lock yourself in your room! [as if you're one to talk, Silver]

[Clarissa stays silent. She doesn't even open her eyes, though her brow furrows at all the noise Silver's making. Just go away, Silver, she doesn't care. She doesn't care about anything right now, so just...leave!

...Although, admittedly she is wondering how long it's going to take for him to try the handle and realise she didn't actually lock the door. She's beginning to wish she had, but now she's on the bed she's in no position to move.]

[As far as Silver's concerned she's just being difficult for no reason. Probably her way of getting back at him for doing the same...except when he did it it was justified. That's what he keeps telling himself anyway.

He bangs on the door again before pulling and twisting on the knob...and the door opens. Great, he just wasted a good five or so minutes he could have been trying to force an answer out of her! Grumbling, he opens the door and walks in.]

Okay, spill it. What's got your panties in a twist?

[She remains dead still, her eyes still closed. She doesn't speak for a moment either, and when she finally does it's damn well not to answer Silver's question.]

Just go away.

No. [instead, he'll just sit down on the bed with her]

[She shouldn't be annoyed seeing as she's never let Silver be when he's been in similar moods, but like that's ever stopped her. Clarissa gives a low-level growl and grits her teeth, tensing up.]

I mean it, brat! Just go! [Not that she's going to do anything to make him.]

[This is exactly the reason he's doing just that. Not because he's worried or anything. Nope.]

Not until you explain the drama queen act.

[She clutches the duvet and turns her face further into the covers so it's almost completely hidden, curling up slightly tighter.]

No! It's— I'm not going to talk about it! You're wasting your own damn time!

Oh, come on! I have to confide in you about everything under the threat of you kicking my ass but you don't have to tell me anything?! Yeah, that's fair!

[Become able to kick Clarissa's ass and then maybe she'll open up. Clarissa makes a frustrated noise and clenches the covers tighter.]

I don't give a damn! You wouldn't care, anyway!

Try me!

[Fuck, why won't he just— She can feel the angry tears welling up already. She holds them back, just barely managing to keep them from over flowing, but she can't keep her voice from sounding husky and forced. She's hit her emotional limit for the first time since...she doesn't even remember anymore, not that that means a thing right now.]

No. Just...just leave—!

...fine. [He totally doesn't plan to, but he's heard something about this reverse psychology crap] Fine, I have better things to do than sit here and listen to your whining anyway. [moves like he's about to get up]

[Clarissa doesn't react, remaining completely silent and still. Sorry, Silver, but that's not going to work when she genuinely doesn't want to talk to you.]

[he continues to pretend like he's leaving. Gets up, walks to the door, opens it...and doesn't move.]

[She just lies there, her face pressed into the covers. She can't hold back the tears any longer, weeping noiselessly into the fabric.]

[...damn it, why does she have to make it so difficult? With a frustrated growl, Silver sits back down on the bed HARD and grabs her shoulder]

Fuck this. Clarissa, you're gonna tell me what's going on if I have to drag it out of you!

[Her shoulders are shaking slightly as her sobs grow harder, though they're still soundless. Her speaking is breathless and strained, but there's no less anger in her tone than there was before.]

Why...don't you just leave me alone? Just...just go! I don't want this!

[Damn it! Again Silver growls over the double standard of it all, she's allowed to be mean to him until he spills all, but if he does it she just fights back harder. What the hell does she want?!]

...well...you owe me an explanation! [and the sad thing is NONE of this has harshed his boner. In the slightest. Damn teenage hormones.]

[Hey, it's not her fault if Silver just has a sucky resolve to fight back. Clarissa is the reigning champion at not opening up to people. And now she's right back to be unresponsive. What do?]

[Silver's about to yell at her again when he remembers...something. Something about how being nice works better than being a dick, only the way Lyra put it was some stupid homily you'd find on one of those old lady cross-stitch samplers. He thinks of other guys he's seen being sappy and nice at their cranky girlfriends.

Damn it. Silver sighs, moving a little closer and patting her back awkwardly]

...okay. Um...sorry. You wanna, um, confide in me your troubles or something? [he can't bring himself to throw on the obligatory honey or dearest or darling or beloved. He's not THAT desperate.]

[To be fair, if Silver did call Clarissa dearest, darling or beloved, he'd end up with a broken nose...so it's probably a lucky save for him that his desperation doesn't run that low.

But this is just...weird. Still with her face in the covers, Clarissa shakes her head silently — how many times does she have to tell him she doesn't want to discuss it before he gets it?]

...um...you know you can always talk to me anytime. I'm here for you, or something. [which is true, in a way, except Silver was kinda hoping she'd get it without him having to outright say it]

[She got it all right, too bad she's just not the type to want to put that privilege to use.]

...Yeah...whatever...

[Not exactly sure what else to say, Silver moves in for a loose, awkward as fuck hug. Cause she always did that whenever he was being emo about things.]

[What the— Clarissa flinches and squirms uncomfortably a little, but after the initial surprise doesn't attempt to move away. She doesn't get the sudden change in attitude from Silver, but she supposes this is better than him trying to force her into talking about stuff.]

[And he just...stays like that, patting her hair awkwardly. Maybe this will get her to open up.]

...um. I'm here.

[Her curled up form become more rigid. "I'm here"...somehow just that wording hits a bad spot with her. It's cliche and it's empty and, just— ugh.

It's a notion she'd usually push down and deny, but she's too drained not to acknowledge that the reason she didn't lock the door or forcibly remove Silver from the room while she had the chance, the same reason she won't kick Silver away now, is that...hell, she actually wants him to comfort her. To just be there for her for like, one time.

Except, so far, he's kind of sucking at it. The hug feels little more than dead-weight and she has to battle the temptation to swipe his hand away from her head. Clarissa hiccups into the duvet, her fingers knotted tightly into fabric.]

...Why are you doing this?

[He hates it too, but is fail at coming up with anything else. And he's trying, give her a break! He tightens his arms and rubs her back awkwardly.]

Cause you're my girlfriend. And... [mutters] I'm worried about you, okay?

[She can't hold it back any longer — Clarissa bursts into tears, shaking as her body is wracked with unhinged sobs. Everything she's feeling just begins to spill out with such sorrow; it's as if this had been building up for ages and the dam keeping all of it inside of her just burst.]

Why does nothing go right for me? I try really hard but still...! Why do I always screw everything up?!

[OH SHIT CRYING. Silver is really, really bad with crying so he just sits there, still hugging her awkwardly and petting her hair.]

Um...what happened?

[Clarissa snivels uselessly into the sheets, still a mess of hiccups and sobs. She's lost any inhibitions about crying in Silver's presence, something he'll not be pleased about. The smothered wail of insecurities that follows is barely coherent—something most definitely snapped inside Clarissa today (most likely her tattered self respect).]

I always mess up! Even when I try my best nothing goes right! My plan...everything went wrong and we lost what we were there for and now everyone's mad at me and [/SNIIIIFF] It's not fair—!

[Oh fuck she's weeping and bawling and being pathetic and he's USELESS HERE. He can't stand watching people cry and whine and

and this must be how she felt all those times he was a whiny ball of self-pity, isn't it.

Damn.

Well, now's as good a time as any to try to make it up to her, right? So he just pats her hair and doesn't say anything.]

[It takes a lot of tears but Clarissa eventually cries everything out, reduced to an emotionally drained ball, curled up and stilled. She's out of sobs but continues to sniffle weakly; her chest and throat hurt from crying so hard.]

[At least she's not crying anymore. Silver just keeps petting her awkwardly, all the while thinking I deserve this, I totally deserve this.]

[Yes, but she doesn't seem inclined to do much else yet either. She continues to lie there with her face in the covers like she has thus far, not wanting to speak or move for...well, any time in the foreseeable future, actually. She's indifferent to Silver's awkward pettings, but maybe it is a little comforting to have someone by her side at once when everything else has gone wrong; eventually the sniffling stops too.]

[He just...keeps doing it. It's not like he's any good at sappy comforting words or encouragement or stuff like that. At least she's quiet, but this whole situation is just too damn awkward.

And to top it all off he's still horny.]

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The clocks changing borked the router settings, so have an after 11 tag \o/

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