Snippet #2280481

With her head pressed against Punk's chest, Trick was sure that she had felt/heard his heart rate increase. Either that, or she was listening to her own heart, which was most definitely racing as well. Arms slid around her waist and she sighed with relief. Her eyes closed softly. She didn't want this moment to end. It had been awhile since she was just... held. You'd think that with such a physical job someone would hold her. That wasn't the case. Her looks were way too harsh for anyone to try that. Most were simply intimidated by the thought, so they wouldn't dare.

But Punk... He dared. Sure she had initiated it, but right now... His arms were around her. And that's all that mattered He's holding me... Why? Do I deserve this? ... Since when? Trick's heart was in her throat. She didn't know what it was about this boy, but his touch was electric. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, and she found herself tightening her grip on him. "Thank you." He whispered, his voice strained. Her heart broke. I should be thanking you. The embrace seemed to end as quickly as it began. However, that feeling was most likely because Trick didn't want to be anywhere but in his arms right now. Punk's eyes shifted to her hand, and his face contorted with concern. She was confused for a moment. "Did you burn yourself again?"

Trick's eyes slowly made their way to where his hand was holding her wrist. Her hand, was in fact, a pinkish color. It appeared swollen, but only slightly. Her wrist had a streak of the color, but the rest of the burn was mostly on her hand. It wasn't until she had observed the wound that the pain settled in. "Fuck.." She growled. Trick hated burns.

"Must have happened when I... When I was throwing out that box." Trick started to feel dizzy. She could handle all sorts of pain (god forbid, she is a prostitute), but not burns. Burns were the worst thing in the world for her. Swaying a bit, she staggered over to the couch. Her focus remained on her hand, and her face contorted into that reflecting agony. "It hurts..." Her drunken self mumbled. Trick held her limp right arm in the air with her left. The pain settled in further, and the girl cursed under her breath.

God this hurts like a bitch... Where's my bottle?