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Fic: I Trust You (To Tie Me Up) (Pretty Little Liars, Darren/Hanna)
Title: I Trust You (To Tie Me Up)
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars
Pairing(s): Darren/Hanna
Word Count: 392
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This isn't a game, he says, but of course it is.
Notes: Written for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
torigates' small fandom and rare pairing drabblethon.
This isn't a game, he says, but of course it is. He chases her and she runs, it's the oldest game there is.
(second oldest)
He says it with his hand circling her wrist, hard enough to be uncomfortable, not quite hard enough to hurt. Not quite hard enough for her to tell him to let go, like he's testing her boundaries; how much he can push her, how far he can go.
(it's further than she'd like; she's not good at saying no, even if she pretends)
Sure it's not, she says -
(it is, and she's winning)
Say hi to my mother.
-
He's in her kitchen, shirtless again, and it's got to be some kind of health code violation. Breakfast? and she grimaces, turns away from him; no thanks.
Your mom left for work already, and she didn't ask, but he looks at her like he knows she was going to.
And she left you alone with me?
(it doesn't mean what she intended it to)
Your mom trusts me, Hanna; standing closer than he should, and he smells like her shampoo. You should, too.
(she's not stupid)
-
I'm not the enemy here, and there's something in his eyes like it's almost true.
Just because you're screwing my mother, doesn't mean you're on my side.
-
She puts her sunglasses on, and she thinks of him.
He smirks at her like he knows.
-
He says I'm going to find out what happened and he says I could help you and he says I know you're all hiding something. He leans back against his desk, and his posture says something different.
(come a little closer)
She paces, and he watches her, calm except for the muscle in his jaw. He's waiting for her to crack. She's not going to. Closer, circling inward, like a spiral; it's just nerves.
Hanna, he says, and his touch makes her shiver.
Don't touch me, and he pulls his hand away. Slowly.
(she's not the only one who's in trouble here)
-
This isn't a game, he says, and his knee is wedged in between hers.
Sure it is, she says -
(neither of them are winning)
There just aren't any rules.
-
Are you good at keeping secrets, Hanna? and she smiles; that's for him to find out.
(he's still looking for her secrets, but she has one of his)
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars
Pairing(s): Darren/Hanna
Word Count: 392
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This isn't a game, he says, but of course it is.
Notes: Written for
torigates' small fandom and rare pairing drabblethon.This isn't a game, he says, but of course it is. He chases her and she runs, it's the oldest game there is.
(second oldest)
He says it with his hand circling her wrist, hard enough to be uncomfortable, not quite hard enough to hurt. Not quite hard enough for her to tell him to let go, like he's testing her boundaries; how much he can push her, how far he can go.
(it's further than she'd like; she's not good at saying no, even if she pretends)
Sure it's not, she says -
(it is, and she's winning)
Say hi to my mother.
-
He's in her kitchen, shirtless again, and it's got to be some kind of health code violation. Breakfast? and she grimaces, turns away from him; no thanks.
Your mom left for work already, and she didn't ask, but he looks at her like he knows she was going to.
And she left you alone with me?
(it doesn't mean what she intended it to)
Your mom trusts me, Hanna; standing closer than he should, and he smells like her shampoo. You should, too.
(she's not stupid)
-
I'm not the enemy here, and there's something in his eyes like it's almost true.
Just because you're screwing my mother, doesn't mean you're on my side.
-
She puts her sunglasses on, and she thinks of him.
He smirks at her like he knows.
-
He says I'm going to find out what happened and he says I could help you and he says I know you're all hiding something. He leans back against his desk, and his posture says something different.
(come a little closer)
She paces, and he watches her, calm except for the muscle in his jaw. He's waiting for her to crack. She's not going to. Closer, circling inward, like a spiral; it's just nerves.
Hanna, he says, and his touch makes her shiver.
Don't touch me, and he pulls his hand away. Slowly.
(she's not the only one who's in trouble here)
-
This isn't a game, he says, and his knee is wedged in between hers.
Sure it is, she says -
(neither of them are winning)
There just aren't any rules.
-
Are you good at keeping secrets, Hanna? and she smiles; that's for him to find out.
(he's still looking for her secrets, but she has one of his)