The Spider & The Fly

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

"Um, yeah...me too."

It echoed in Jon's mind as he stared at her incredulously.

"Um, yeah...me too."

Did she expect that to be enough or something?

"Um, yeah...me too."

What the fuck did that mean?

"Um, yeah...me too."

Did she not love him.

"Um, yeah...me too."

The thought both scared him, and filled him with a most unholy rage. If she didn't love him, what the hell had that been about earlier. His brows furrowed, stung. Had... had she used him as a fucking booty call? Jon's jaw quivered in anger as her rose from the bed, flicking her fucking acid tabs on the bed for her. So, that's what she wanted? Fine, she can have them. Like Jon could deny her. But he wasn't about to fucking sit there and watch her enjoy it. Not after that.

"Um, yeah...me too."

He wanted to strike her. Hurt her as much as she hurt him, just now. And Jon, had he chose to go that route, or so chooses too in the future, would not at all regret the action. It would serve Amy right. Using her beauty as a weapon against him. Still, the prospect of being arrested for assault sounded utterly unappetizing. And with one of his tantrums bubbling to the surface, churning the stomach acid in his gut unpleasantly, he grabbed his jeans and thrusted them on, lips forming a scowl. "You too, huh?" He sneered. "Fucking liar."

He buttoned his jeans, hearing a hissing cackle in the back of his head. Oh joy, an audience to his humiliation. "Serves you right, proceedin wiffout me Jonathon. Now you've gone and muddled the entire thing up. Good job, mate." The jeering did not improve Jon's mood, as he snatched up his cigarette. This would almost certainly bring his oncoming trip down, which was unfortunate. Another wrong dealt to him by his beloved. Why did he even bother?

"If you loved me, you could say it." He said, lighting the smoke hanging from his mouth. "If you just wanted fucking drugs and a fuck, you could've just said that too. No need to lead it on, right? Unless you somehow get a little rush with fucking with my head?" He stared at her, his eyes taking on a frighteningly acuteness. "Well?" Jon barked, demanding an answer.

[AMY WINSTON]

Shit. Shitshitshit. Fuckfuckityshitshit.

That was NOT the right thing to say.

He was mulling it over, her careless choice of words. She could feel it coming. A Jon tantrum. Except this time, it was different. It was...more dangerous. She flinched as he flicked the acid towards her, as though he was about to strike her. And it was there, in his eyes. He wanted to. Badly. Her hand flew to her mouth, the blanket dropped, exposing her bare chest. She shrank away from him, cowering into the wall, the tabs of acid forgotten momentarily. 'You too, huh? Fucking Liar.'

Oh dear, this was bad. She had to calm him down. He was yanking on jeans, and cramming a cigarette between his lips. Immediately afterward, he started sneering at her, a bit mumbled due to the cigarette protruding from his mouth. 'If you loved me, you could say it. If you just wanted fucking drugs and a fuck, you could've just said that too. No need to lead it on, right? Unless you somehow get a little rush with fucking with my head? Well?' Again, she flinched backwards, truly, properly frightened of him. There was only one thing for it. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't keep going on like this, Jon being angry. She couldn't keep being responsible for that look in his eyes. Because besides all the anger, she saw it. Pain. Deep, true pain. Like she had cut him with a knife. And as much as she hated to admit it, Amy was very deeply still in love with Jon Rossum. And for all the pain he had caused her, she couldn't bear causing him so much. She steeled herself, and exhaled deeply.

"Jon. Honey. J-baby. It isn't like that. Of course I love you. You know that." She smiled, and stood, not quite comfortable with her naked-ness, but relying on it to be distracting. "It's just, I'm scared. It's been two years. I haven't been with anyone else, hell, I haven't been able to look at anyone else. After what happened in the Keys, I wasn't sure if I could. And then you showed up again. And it was scary. So, when you tell me you love me, of course I want to say it back, so the whole world hears it!" At this, she closed the gap between them, running her hands down his arms, and grabbing his hands. "But I don't know if you want me in this state. I just...I'm worried I'm not good enough for you." She looked up at him through her lashes, realizing that she was sticking herself in this for the long haul. He would be near impossible to be rid of after this. But what else could she do?

"Please don't be mad. It's not you, it's me. I'm just, I'm so scared that I'm...damaged. I do love you though." And she sealed the deal with her sweetest smile. She hoped he would buy it.

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[JONATHON ROSSUM]

Amy really was smart to be frightened of Jon. It must have been like how porpoises left the area when they smelled sharks. The danger was palpable. Though Amy, bless her heart, seemed to lack the common sense of a porpoise, and instead went to comfort Jon. He tried to snarl away, tried to pretend he was not softened by the nakedness she took on when she stood before him. "Jon. Honey. J-baby." Jon's head cocked a little to the side, face still displeasedly contorted. "It isn't like that. Of course I love you. You know that." Despite the skeptical look Jon threw at Amy, he could not help but feel relief wash over him. She said it. She said the word.

"It's just, I'm scared. It's been two years. I haven't been with anyone else, hell, I haven't been able to look at anyone else." He could no longer give the facade that he was displeased with his angel in anyway. He pulled her closer to him by her waist, gently stroking up and down her side, eyes closing, head shaking. No, no, no. Amy had to know she was perfectly safe with him. She had to trust him to protect her. After what happened in the Keys, I wasn't sure if I could. And then you showed up again. And it was scary. So, when you tell me you love me, of course I want to say it back, so the whole world hears it!" He almost looked childlike, as his eyes opened and he stared into Amy's eyes. His hand brushed up her torso, resting on her cheek gently, his happiness feeling like it would soon be complete. Jon was beyond words, truly.

The look she shot him was heart quickening and stopping all at once. He almost had to take a step back to catch his breath. "But I don't know if you want me in this state. I just...I'm worried I'm not good enough for you."

"No. Baby, no." He muttered, throat feeling thick with a wish to cry. His knees gave out and she knelt before him, resting his head on her stomach, and his arms wrapping around her legs. "How could you ever think like that? You're my girl." His breath was husky against her skin, overwhelmed with the great happening going on within him at the moment. "Amy, when you left, I was in pain. I need you." He kissed her, knowing that this was completely true. He needed her. He would have her. He would kill for her. "Don't worry about what happened before. I forgive you. I forgive you." Jon whispered, kissing above her belly button. "I forgive you. It's just you and me now baby. Just you and me."

He still held that innocent and sophomoric look in his eyes, as he looked back up at her, which could be contributed to the acid currently running through his body. In fact, he was beginning to sweat more, his body shook ever so slightly. Standing, he once again cocked his head, though not in anger, but in the name of science. His eyes washed down her, unabashedly.

His Amy. His Amy. His Amy.

Grabbing her by the arms he pushed her up against the wall, his lips hovering over her neck in want. He wanted her again. His hands pinned her by her wrists, as his lips grazed her skin. "Baby?" He whispered. "Don't leave me again."

[AMY WINSTON]

The look of absolute joy that overtook Jon's face after she said those eight little letters was almost too much for her to handle. Amy's heart thudded against her chest, and a knot in her stomach she hadn't been aware of loosened. His stare bore into hers, and she felt as if she was falling into the endless midnight of his eyes. Tears glistened there, and suddenly she could see it. Jon's vision of the future. Amy in white, strutting determinedly to Wagners March. Little dark haired children running about. The whole shebang. Her eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees, breaking the spell. No, she wasn't taking him back. This was a distraction until she was safely in her apartment, where she would write a long, drawn out, thoughtful letter that would make him understand everything.

Yeah, because that was actually going to happen.

His voice broke. He told her that he wanted her, that he needed her, that he could not live without her. And there was unwavering truth ringing in his voice. He said her name like the devout spoke about their Gods, and her eyebrows knitted together, her eyes growing wider, and her lower lip trembling with the will not to cry. There was no doubt in her mind. He did truly love her, things really would be different this time. He looked up at her, childlike and sweet. Her heart melted. Her plans to escape and write that letter were demolished. She would take him back, like she always did. And it would be the last time she ever did, because it would be the last time she ever had to. She was so happy, that her heart felt about ready to burst.

He stood, eyeing her curiously, sweat beginning to bead on his skin, his frame shaking lightly. If she had been able to see his pupils, she would have noticed that his acid was starting to take effect. Without warning, he grabbed her by the wrists, almost painfully so. She gasped audibly, as he wrenched her arms over her head, pinning her to the wall. But as this would have frightened her not moments before, her great revelation simply found this to be a turn on. She felt a familiar quiver in her lower stomach, and she shivered as he spoke into her skin. She smiled at him, and nudged his face so that their noses were touching. "I'd never dream of it." She said coquettishly, before catching his lips with hers in a deep kiss.

She mustered up her strength, and wormed her way out from under him, going to the bed and picking up her tabs of acid. She put them in her mouth, allowing them to slide under her tongue, before turning back to Jon, and grabbing him by the hand, pulling him towards her only to push him back onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, a minxish smile on her face. "I've been so stupid. I love you. And I'm not leaving you. Things will be different this time." And with that, she kissed him deeply and dove eagerly into round two. And though she was sure of her course, she wanted Jon so badly to agree. To promise her honesty, and monogamy. Love. Of course, the truest part of her dramatic statement was the first sentence of it. And it seemed as though poor Amy was destined to be stupid for a very long time.