I'm a terrible person.
No, no! Before you all jump to my defense and remind me how absolutely wonderful and perfect I am, I'm terrible. Awful. I was always like "I need to update." But Junior year is a draaaaag. And summer was a bit hectic. And now senior year is still hard (if you're a perfectionist like me) and it wasn't until I gat a review saying I haven't updated in a year and I was like "A year?"
I'm a terrible person.
So I got out my laptop and immediately began typing. I can't possibly express how sorry I am for the wait! I am most definitely not abandoning this story any time soon. I like it too much :) Please forgive me!
I was livid.
It had been a few weeks now, my leg was healing nicely, I was back at work until my leg healed and then I would have to travel back with Envy.
Oh God, I can't even say his name without feeling angry.
Ever since the ice cream incident I noticed he'd been acting different. A little more touchy-feely, not quite clingy, but close to it. It wasn't until just very recently I noticed he was using my…reactions to him as leverage to his control over me.
My jaw clenched just thinking about it. Controlling me! And of course I just fell for it. Well, two can play at that game.
That little bastard was going to get a taste of his own medicine.
"So, your not official?"
I puffed my cheeks out angrily, putting another sheet of Mustang's paperwork to the side. Why he could never do this himself, I'll never know.
"No, Cass, we're not official." This was the second time she had brought up this conversation. The first, I had expertly avoided it by making up some totally bogus excuse that I had to go on a quick errand for a commanding officer. This time, there was no escape, we had to sit here and talk about my relationship with that thing that lives on my living room couch.
And forces me to live with him.
"Well you kind of live together."
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, we kind of do."
"Do you make out?"
I whipped my head up to glare at her, my face going red. How blunt could you be?
"Well?" She prompted, leaning on the side of my desk and staring at me inquisitively.
"I'm not answering that."
"Have you had sex?" I blanched, "I'll take that as a no. That's good, I would hate for you to go and bang a guy—"
"—before I even get to approve of him."
I rolled my eyes again and returned to the paperwork sitting in front of me. "Well, you don't have to approve, we're not really a thing."
She laughed, "I sense some pent up anger. Are you guys in a fight?" She poked my cheek teasingly and I swatted her hand away angrily.
"No. We're not in a fight. And I'm not angry!" I argued, trying to focus on my assignment.
"You are, I can tell. I get the same way when Derek and I are in a fight. What he do?"
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! I'm going to the bathroom." I claimed, standing up and angrily shuffling towards the door, hoping to rid of her for at least a little bit.
She followed me.
"So what's going on?"
"Why do you care?" I asked exasperatedly. "This has nothing to do with you."
She looked at me funny, "Well," She began slowly, "Of course it does. I mean, we're friends. Everything you do is my business." She cracked a smile.
I stiffened suddenly, stared at her for a moment, then turned and walked toward the bathroom. She didn't say anything else. I didn't want her to.
I closed the door behind me and locked it. I wasn't used to this kind of thing, if my reaction to it wasn't clue enough. I wasn't used to having someone genuinely care for me. I though she was only being nosy, I didn't think…I didn't imagine…
I frowned. Why was it so hard for me to believe that maybe people actually want to be my friend? Maybe because of my mother and father…and Envy…
I had to question often if he actually gave a damn or not. More likely he doesn't. He doesn't exactly seem like a wonderful loving person, nor does he seem like one for commitment. The whole using my sexual urges (because that's all that it is) against me wasn't exactly clue to love.
But Cassie wasn't Envy. For obvious reasons, she wasn't an evil, joy-killing, sadistic, freakish homunculus. But she was also pretty nice.
I wasn't used to this.
I sighed angrily, turning around and opening the door. She wasn't in the hallway, and I realized with a heavy heart she must've taken my silence as rejection to her mentioning of friendship. I walked back to my office with an angry frown, but I saw her sitting on my desk again, looking through the paperwork. She noticed I walked in and smiled at me.
"Hey, camper," She said cheerily, "So, I take it you don't want to talk?"
I smiled, "What do you want to know?"
Sooner than I thought, I was ranting about my problem with Envy, just barely stopping myself from ever saying his name one time or the other and expertly replacing it with Fayden.
She was all for my revenge.
I had made it home that day; Envy was in Fayden's form with a backpack in hand, he turned to look at me when I walked in.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"We're going to go see the doctor, you should probably get your cast off and we'll leave tomorrow morning."
It was silent for a long moment. "Leaving?" I clarified.
"But…I mean, we don't even know if I'm getting my cast off."
"I called the doctor, he said it's more than likely you will."
"I don't want to leave yet." I finally said, and he looked up at me strangely.
"Well then maybe you shouldn't have walked in to your precious Jae's house if you didn't want to face the consequences." He spat angrily.
I stared incredulously, "How the hell was I supposed to know a group of humunculi were standing in his kitchen? What do you think I am, psychic?" I replied equally as angry.
He sighed angrily, "Go to bed," He ordered, "we'll be getting up early."
I glared, "You're impossible."
He rolled his eyes, "Yea, whatever."
I walked to the bedroom, nearly slamming the door, but stopping myself since I knew he'd only find it amusing. I locked it, got undressed, and took a long, hot shower.
I felt at least a little better after the shower, but my anger for him was too much to simply get over it with a half hour of hot water and mumblings to myself of ways to possibly torture him.
I wrapped a towel around myself, fishing through my drawers for some underwear. I discarded of my towel in the laundry bin and sat down on my bed. I let my head rest in my hands, sighing angrily thought my nose. I didn't want to leave. Not yet.
I heard a lock click and looked up to see Envy enter the room, his finger in the shape of a key for a moment before it morphed back into the original shape of his index finger. He looked at me for a moment, before his eyes were instantly drawn to my body.
I was suddenly aware of my lack of clothing.
Taking a deep breath to hold back a blush, I glared and stood up, marching over the door.
"I'm getting dressed, if you haven't noticed," I said, placing my hand against his chest and giving a solid shove, "Please get out."
I expected him to at least make some sort of comment. He was usually known for his snarky replies or crude comments, but instead her wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me to him, claiming my lips with his.
I should have probably pushed away. I should have stuck to my guns and shoved him out, but I didn't. What's probably even worse is I responded. Right away.
It wasn't until he roughly pinned me up against the wall that I came to my senses, and I turned my head away.
"No," I objected, and he stared at me angrily. "I'm not going to the doctors tomorrow."
"That isn't your decision." He said simply, bringing my lips back to his with crushing force. I managed to grip the sensible part of my mind and force myself not to give in. I bit his lower lip and he pulled away and looked me at me, his eyes glazed over. I leaned up and kissed the corner of his jaw.
"One more day?" I breathed into his ear. His grip on my hips tightened and I leaned my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck. "Just one."
He growled lowly, pulling my head back and roughly gathering my lips in another fierce kiss. He edged me back slightly, toward the bed.
The next morning I woke up with my legs tangled in his. I looked down to make sure I wasn't indecently exposed and let out a relieved breath to see that I hadn't lost one article of clothing. I looked up at him and saw he was awake. He leaned down to capture my lips in one more forceful kiss before saying "You have one last day."
Then he left the room. I smirked as the door shut behind him.
Looks like the control goes both ways, Envy.
I hope this was worth the wait? Probably not huh? I'll try to update quickly :) Please review!