YOUR KISS MIGHT KILL ME ,

you & i go hard,

at each other like we're going to war. You and i go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door. you and i get so damn dysfunctional we start keeping score. you and i get sick, yeah i know we can't do this no more---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Getting engaged to some handsome young man who captured her heart was every young girl's dream. Thanks to all the hopelessly romantic love songs, movies, and storybooks, girls already have this ideal version of what their love life should be long before they can even comprehend what love even is. Truthfully, Cora might have been that little girl at one point. Maybe long before she became corrupt and bitter, she pictured herself having this extremely beautiful fairytale kind of wedding where her husband would sweep her off her feet and that they would ride off into the sunset together. That was the classic ending that everyone dreamed about because love was painted as this pure, painless thing where everyone ended up happy. Maybe that was what this blonde wanted at some point, but that was far from what she had gotten. Cora Rosewood's reality was a lot different than the magical romance stories. The man she had fallen in love with was the villain of the story. He was cruel and selfish, but undeniably gorgeous with his smoldering glances and strongly built body. Everything about him was toxic, but it wasn't as if she was a sugary sweet princess either. They were both cold creatures who rejected warmth whenever it was presented to them. Once, a long time ago, maybe there was a small spark of true love and passion, back when he had been the one to save her from the disease that plagued her as a result of social pressures, but that compassion only lasted for so long. If you were to look at the two of them now, one might have a hard time finding any love between them at all. They slept together only a few nights out of the week while the rest of their time was usually spent within the arms of another. Granted, they usually found their way home at the end of the night, but this wasn't how two people were supposed to love one another. They weren't supposed to hate each other like this. But they did. And the fighting never seemed to stop. Cora could hardly remember why they were going at it this time. She thought that maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had brought someone into her house while they had not been on speaking terms, and the idea of some other woman sleeping in her bed had been so jarring, so insulting, that she had aimed a conveniently placed vase right at his head. The thing shattered on a nearby cabinet and her fiance's beautiful face was spared from mutilation, but her screaming probably did a number on his head. There were only so many lines that he could cross. Cora could let him get on with whatever women he wanted to please himself with, but there was some unspoken rule between them that neither parties should ever bring their playthings back home. She had never done it so she didn't expect him to either. This was their home. This was where they fought, made love, slept, and lived together. Having some slutty stranger roam the halls of her house turned her stomach and she could hardly stand to be stuck here a moment longer. Part of her wanted to leave again even though she had just returned home, but some stubbornness within her made her stay. As if she had to stay to remind him that this was her territory and not some dimwitted slut's. "You're disgusting, Gavin Porter." Since the start of the argument, the shrillness of her voice had lessened and settled a little. Her face was no longer as red as it had been and her blood pressure was started to lower some. Of course she was still livid and felt as if she were seconds away from jumping across the marble counter in their kitchen to tear her beloved's throat out, but she was coming down from her initial rage. "You can take that bed into one of the guest rooms and stay there because I sure as hell won't be sleeping in it." Cora had every intention of having a brand new mattress moved into her bedroom within the hour. Call it dramatic if you will, but she was so full of herself that she would not allow herself to sleep in some place that had been contaminated by a woman of lower stature than herself. Gavin could take that however he would, but this wasn't a battle he would end up winning. Technically this was a house that they shared, but as far as she was concerned right now, he had no place here. Or, at least not in their bedroom. She wanted him gone, but not too far. She wanted to take him to bed to let him know that he was hers like everything else in this house, but she didn't want him to stay long after because the sight of him was infuriating her at the current moment.

TAG: GAVIN JOSHUA PORTER OUTFIT: CLICK WORDS: words NOTES: sorry this is bad but yeah.

Don’t fuck with my love. That heart is so cold All over my own----------------------

one of his required work out sessions had finished and gavin had decided to return to the house and fix himself something to eat. his fiancée had left the house that morning in a huff and really, gavin just let her go because he knew she would return. she was just as desperate to salvage something out of this relationship as he was, but neither put in the effort. this fight was his fault, he would admit to it. she would have never known if the maid had remembered to change the sheets like he had requested. the few hairs found on her pillow sent the blonde’s anger over the boiling point and nasty words were exchanged between the two of them. he had not actually expected her to be back in his bed or in the house for another couple of days. did he feel guilty? a little. there was the arrangement that the two of them kept other people out of their house but gavin paid for the fucking place, so why not bring whoever the fuck he wanted back to it? no one knew that he was engaged, or at least, no one cared. girls still threw themselves at him and most often, he refused their advancements because cora was really the most beautiful girl for him but his foundation occasionally weakened and that led to cheating. this cheating was due to his buddy wanting to take the girl’s house, they scored roommates but gavin had bragged about the luxury pool at his place and well, that sealed the deal. sex in the pool, sex in the kitchen, sex in cora’s bed—their bed. all three occasions had been a quick hit and move on and the girl did not even stay the night but that still meant evidence was left including her underwear being on the floor. cora had higher tastes than what this girl did and that was yet another piece of evidence that was against his case. upon entering his kitchen, gavin began to make a sandwich that would help curb his rather large appetite until dinner but he was only a bite in when his blonde fiancée appeared before him, continuing their fight. he had a look of surprise on his face as he swallowed down the small bite that he had taken, ”oh you know i love when you talk dirty to me.”, dropping the remainder of his food onto the plate and wiping his hands on the napkin he had placed out, trying not to get too many crumbs on his floor, ”but please, m’dear..”, mocking her anger with the pet name, ”do go on/”. but he had stopped eating and had his hands on the counter with his attention solely on his fuming fiancée.

the dramatic reaction would have had him choking on his food if he had not already swallowed. shaking his head to her, he slipped around the corner of the counter to bring himself just a little closer, ”anything for you baby.”, his tone was covered in a passive aggressive coating as he shook his head and reached for her face, brushing a strand of stray hair that untucked itself from the set of curls. he brushed it behind her ear, dragging his fingers across her jawline before dropping his hand to the counter, ”i must say that jealously looks pretty hot on you…”, taking another daring step toward the fuming blonde. he really might have a death wish now but gavin knew cora, he knew how she operated and sex was always a sure way for her to get her frustration out and no denying that gavin enjoyed it too. he could tell she was at that inpass where her temper could very well cool off or she could fume up even more and throw something at him—he really hoped that his sandwich would be safe. stepping another step closer to her, he put a hand on her waist, tracing small circles on the fabric of her pants, ”how about …we burn those sheets and you reclaim your spot on the bed?’, pressing a kiss to the pulse point in her neck, his fingers curling around the fabric of her jeans to bring their pelvises together, ”you know i want you to be happy…”, he muttered into the heated flesh of her neck, nipping and licking to soothe the bites as he made his way down to the dip of her shirt, which was exposing more skin than usual and gave him easy access to sweet spots on her chest. his other hand found its own way to the back of her neck, bringing his head up to push her head forward to connect their foreheads, ”but…let me eat my sandwich first.”, pressing a kiss to her lips before returning to his original spot across from her and grabbing his sandwich, ”want a taste?”, sending her a wink as he took another bite of his food which really would just be his only source of energy for the inevitable make up sex that was to come.

CORA BRIELLE ROSEWOOD, 857, good lord she is going to hit him.

you & i go hard,

at each other like we're going to war. You and i go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door. you and i get so damn dysfunctional we start keeping score. you and i get sick, yeah i know we can't do this no more---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Truth be told, Cora had no idea why she put up with all of this aggression and consistent fighting. Everyone assured her that she could find a man who would bend over backwards to please her. She could find a man who would never dare to stray from her side or question her when she wandered a little way from theirs. It could be easy for her, this whole romance thing, but maybe the reason she stayed in this mess was because of the challenge. Maybe a lesser man would keep her from losing her voice after all the screaming, but Gavin was her equal. Despite the fact that he was a disgusting bastard who claimed to hate more than she loved, he was on her level and someone worthy enough to be with her. There were a lot of flaws in this way of thinking and any rational person might be able to tell you this, but Cora couldn't see that. All she could see was a man who she hated to love. Someone who made her blood boil in anger, but also made her veins run hot with lust just as frequently. But this was a sacred line he crossed and she was having none of it. This was their domain and as far as she was concerned, no one else was welcome to occupy the space behind the walls. Even when she reached the highest peak in her temper tantrum, Cora never felt the urge to spite him by bringing some overly eager stranger into their house. She could have without an issue, but the thought of it immediately turned her off. It disgusted her that Gavin didn't feel the same way. "You're a fuckwit and pretentious asshole." The smugness of his expression made her skin crawl, but not enough to make her leave her place in the kitchen. She wanted to claw the expression right off his face, but the impulse for actual physical violence had temporarily left her. She was only just on the verge of it now.   "You think I'm kidding? Does it look like I'm fucking around?" The blonde's icy blue eyes narrowed to slits as she stared at him. Gavin always approached their arguments with cocky sarcasm. The kind that got right under her skin and irritated her in the worst kind of way. However, he also knew how to calm the effects of his belittlement by appealing to her physically. A few minutes ago should would have slapped his hand away without a second thought, but for now Cora permitted him to touch her without consequence. He was playing with fire, but she suspected that he found some kind of pleasure in that considering he had engaged himself to the flame itself. "Jealous? This isn't the look of jealousy. This is disgust." True, she was still repulsed by him and his actions, but that wasn't enough to have her recoiling away from him when he approached. Her body was all tension and hostility, but there was no denying the fact that Cora liked to be roughly handled when her temper flared. This was something that Gavin would know better than anyone else, so he would no doubt be using this bit of knowledge to his advantage. She was aware of this, but still she let him use it against her and allowed him to move close and touch her. However, the stiffness of her own body language remained the same. "You really think that burning sheets is going to defuse this situation?" Maybe it would be a temporary solution to the situation, but Cora still didn't think she would be able to stomach sleeping in that bed when she knew what had happened in it. Or the couches. Or even the counter placed behind them. She could only guess what other places where they had fucked. "Do you? Because I was under the impression you found more pleasure in pissing me off." Though her comment was intended to be sharp, a bit of distraction slipped into her voice that caused her to waver. His closeness disarmed her almost as well as his kisses did. For a moment, even her eyes slid closed as she let go of the anger and gave into the sweet sensation of his mouth on her skin. That, of course, only lasted so long before he ruined it. Before she had the chance to react, he kissed her and moved back to his sandwich. Oh, she was livid, but she played it cool if only for a moment. Cora rounded the counter, giving him a coy half-smile. The gesture seemed flirtatiously innocent, but the second she was close enough, the flat of her palm made contact with the side of his face and then she knocked his precious sandwich from his hands. "I think you might want to call the maid back, because otherwise you can go fuck yourself."

TAG: GAVIN JOSHUA PORTER OUTFIT: CLICK WORDS: words NOTES: she mad >.>

Don’t fuck with my love. That heart is so cold All over my own----------------------

gavin had not actually expected the insults to keep going. he had kind of hoped that she had gotten all the anger out of her system and that maybe the next stage would happen—but he was mistaken. he was badly mistaken. the minute that she walked back into the kitchen while he was making his post work out snack had his blood running cold just by her expression. she was going to keep going, her anger had not simmered down and maybe, he had not even gotten the blunt of it. a mistake had been made but it was only because gavin had gotten news that cora had slept with a member of his team. he did not care if it was a rumor, before or after they got together, it hurt. it really stung. he was an athlete, he had a body, he had money, he had a beautiful, luxurious life and he had the most beautiful model in his bed whenever they were not fighting. what did he not have that the other guys did? he just had hit the limit. she could sleep around with no bodies but when her slut radar moved into his team or into the possible spotlight, gavin had a problem with it. but bringing someone into their bed had been a mistake, it had been done out of spite and anger and jealously. he wanted to make her as jealous as she made him but instead, he got anger. he got an extremely ill tempered blonde at his throat right now. putting the sandwich down with a sigh, he put his hands on the counter, showing that his attention was all on her. she spat more words out to him, fuckwit was the only one that made his brows furrow. what the fuck did that mean? he chose not to question it and allowed her to continue. he knew the question presented was rhetorical but he shook his head, ”neither did the clock you threw at my head and the ashtray and the hairdryer…”, as their argument had moved across the rooms of the house and finally, she had left but now she was back to finish what had been left alone last night.

as she finally simmered down with her words, gavin approached her carefully. he knew she had a nasty flicking hand that often found it’s way his cheek or his chest, pushing him away if he got too close and she did not want him near. luckily for her, his anger never escalated to that point. athletes seemed to have a record for hitting their woman but gavin would never go down that path. he had punched his brother before and would probably end up doing it in the future, but girls were off limits when it came to physical violent. but his cool demeanor, his apparent lack of interest for her fighting, and his all around sarcastic words were enough to cut her. sometimes, he barely showed her that he cared for her when she got like this but he did, he always would. he loved the fucking girl but sometimes that love was just overpowered by his will not to submit to anyone. he had the abuse as a kid, he did not wish that upon anyone. he nervously reached for that lock of hair which he tucked away into the bed of curls and allowed his fingers to trail along her jawline, ”and jealously. it can go hand in hand baby.”. he knew that this much rage in her provoked another side of her, the animalistic, sexual side of her. she loved to play games with him and though gavin was often pinning her to walls and floors, keeping her hands above her hand so she couldn’t touch or all around teasing her—he knew when to draw the line. her abuse was taken with a shrug, it was nothing compared to his step father but the damage that he had imaged doing to her could put him off any meal. sometimes, she got him so mad that he had no choice but to walk away. but right now, he could poke and prod at that sexual side as his lips found the skin of her neck to be smooth and inviting. it was heated, her entire body was tense and he could feel it as he placed kisses and bites with a deliberate plan to keep her calm. but his stomach was growling, ”and you wouldn’t want it any other way. you thrive off the frustration…”. he mumbled into her skin, picking his head up and looking into her eyes. his hands were now on either side of her neck, giving him the ability to turn her head anyway he wanted. ”if you had someone weak and pathetic at your side, you would get bored. your games would go over his head, you would find him pathetic and stupid…but me, i play your ballgame baby.”, pressing a kiss to her lips. his stomach growled again, he would need energy and he stepped back from her, leaving her hot and bothered and just stewing in her boiling anger as he returned to his plate n the other side of the counter. with a glance to the sandwich, he picked it up and took another bite out of it. but he got distracted by his fiancée moving around the counter with a glint in her eyes. a coy smile on her lips was met with a smirk on his as he swallowed down the sandwich. and just as he was about to take a bite out of it, her hand found his cheek and he growled, his eyes watching his sandwich hit the floor. narrowing his gaze, he shrugged, ”was just fueling up…”, kicking the spoiled food out of the way so that he could step closer to her, ”but I can run on fumes for you.”, pressing his lips to hers as his hands guided her hips, turning them so that her back was to the counter, slamming her back into the counter edge as his tongue wormed it’s way into her mouth. sure he was angry at her and his cheek stung with a heated, red hand print but he loved when she got like this and he enjoyed the struggle she created for him between anger and passion.

CORA BRIELLE ROSEWOOD, 1017, hot and heavy bby.