A little Bonnie/Chris Argent, who I like to call Chronnie, drabble!...Because I find that man wildly attractive! And I ship Bonnie with EVERY man under the sun! Don't expect much plot! :/ This is basically a little lemon for your ails! Probably the worst Chronnie I'll write, but I'll write another BETTER one if you like this! ;) Please enjoy.
"I'm sorry it grosses you out, Al. But your dad is seriously hot."
The words seem to swirl endlessly in Christopher Argent's head, as he slowly shakes the body part with disapproval, before smiling slightly to himself.
She had a little crush on him.
Not even a minute later, he'd discovered she was nothing more than a wicked witch. Literally.
His daughter and her friends really should invest in more discreet conversations...
The hunter tsks silently as he reaches into his desk drawer to retrieve a Werther's Original.
Of course he'd later spiked her drink and tied her to a chair in the basement.
Digits absentmindedly finger the toffee like candy, eyes glued to its caramel color, before popping it into an awaiting mouth.
She'd come to, and he'd questioned her, shamelessly demanding answers from her.
Chris moves to relax further into his lush office chair, but not before aimlessly plucking a round ball from the marble filled vase on his desk. (An old, elementary gift from Allison.)
"Are you here to help the wolves? Are you some kind of new mascot, honorary member to their pack, witch?" he'd spit her name with disdain, and she'd gritted her teeth furiously.
"You won't get a single word out of me, as long as you keep me tied up like this!"
She was stubborn to a fault. He'd immediately spotted this in her, long ago when she arrived in town.
Too bad he was pigheaded.
Chris encloses his fist around the lime green marble, and rolls it slowly within his grasp, remembering the way she'd defied him, teased him, taunted him, as if he were the least scary thing she'd ever encountered.
Oh how quickly things had changed, at that point.
Strong hands bury the rollng bulb into pants pockets, before intertwining behind a hard head. The hunter's eyes slowly slide closed, as he reclines in his black lazy boy, and remembers every detail of the previous night.
His hands...roughly wrapping around her neck, after her endless provoking...The control he felt, as he furiously squeezed her life force away...
Before abruptly giving into another emotion. He'd been lying dormant for too long, and she'd pushed his buttons.
He could no longer scorn or slight how overwhelmingly attracted he was to her. 17 years old and all.
Strong hands suddenly dropped from her neck, to grab onto and rip into her cotton pajama top...torn straight in half and tossed to the side...digits possessively grasped her breasts and slid all over her stomach.
Power. Pure power. And control. It was intoxicating.
She didn't fight him much. It was almost as if she'd wanted it all along.
A few words about hurting Allison, and she was gone. Completely his.
They didn't kiss. His lips never touched an inch of her body...but his hands claimed every morsel of her flesh, before ripping her from the chair and tossing her to the floor. He was near ferocious. Out of control. And none of it mattered in that moment.
Nothing but taking dominion over this frustratingly attractive girl.
"I'm gonna fuck that sass right out of your system, little witch."
"You're gonna sing like a canary when I'm through with you."
"Don't hold your breath."
A loud sigh escapes the hunter's mouth as he resolutely comes to attention in his seat, ripping his cell phone out with purpose.
She hadn't given him a solitary answer, as promised...but she'd come powerfully with his name on her lips, as he plowed impossibly deep into her, before spilling wildly inside of her.
"Amazing...to finally know what that feels like." she'd breathed a couple of moments after, before gathering her clothes and exiting the basement on shaky legs.
"Hope you got it out of your system, cause it'll never happen again." she'd thrown promisingly over her shoulder, before disappearing from his sight.
Chris scoffed, before typing madly into his phone.
My name sounds absolutely sinful gasped haphazardly from your mouth. I look forward to hearing it again.
This message was fairly clean, but he knew the ones that followed would be anything but.
He didn't care whether she answered or not. He knew, without a doubt, that last night would not be the only he spent with the Bennett witch.
She may be stubborn, but he was pigheaded.
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