1000liveslived:

There was absolutely no denying the fact that their relationship was the furthest thing from being normal, nor even healthy, quite honestly. Constantly dancing between bickering, being friendly and tumbling between the sheets, it was always a toss up to just what would happen between them whenever they ran into one another. It wasn’t something Lyn really thought too much on, though of course Jim did know what all went on (even if he didn’t like it). Even if she didn’t know what it was that was goign on between them, it didn’t stop her from creating some kind of bond with him… and she thought she had made that much clear. 

Though now, she wasn’t so sure. She hated the fact that her eyes closed as he cupped her cheek, hated the fact that she leaned into the touch she craved so deeply. She didn’t even react in the slightest when he spoke the nickname generally only Jim used… but then again Syx was among the very few she would tolerate calling her that. She was just about to pull away when he kissed her, taking in a sharp breath through her nose, exhaling heavily when he pulled to press his forehead against hers. 

His question wasn’t met with an immediate answer, sighing out slowly with a low noise in the back of her throat, “..Fuck if I know… I jus’ know… if ya need somethin’ ta change.. I can change.. I can..” she murmured, her words quiet as she kept her eyes closed. Behind her lids she could see the images of her Father, Char, Bell… and Syx. 

“Fuck…” Syx blew out a breath, “I… don’t know what to do…” he worried his lower lip between his teeth. His emotions in turmoil. Shifting, he pulled back just enough to get a breath of air that didn’t smell of Lyn. To try and clear his head.

With his legs curled beside her, the blue alien let his thoughts vocalize into the air between them. As he rambled softly, he ran his fingers over the fabric of the sheets below them. 

“My mate is Anna… you met her at least once… the black wolf? She… knows about this. About me and you. But… this is still… half the time we’re at each other’s throats,” he rubbed his hands over his face roughly, “I’ve slept with all of five people, Em. But all the others I at least had it okayed beforehand, the fact that no one is the only one… even if in the end it fell apart because of that… Except you. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen. Wasn’t supposed to happen again. And again.” 

He blushed lavender, his fingers brushing her leg, “You drive me insane. You push every one of my buttons. Somedays I swear I want to hit you until we’re both bleeding… somedays I just want to bite you and feel your teeth on my skin in turn,” his eyes darkened, oh the marks they’d leave on each other, “but this… it can’t be healthy…” he sagged, “But the truth is, your nicotine. I can’t quit you.”