Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, like, David Tennant saying ‘this is the end!’
Billie Piper re: having loads of Doctor Who nightmares, Awesomecon DC, 04-20-14 (via re-sile)
Prompt from TheBadddestWolf: Belle x Hardy; teeth marks
Author’s note: That awkward moment when a smutty fic turns into an essay on Freud’s death drive. Psychology was never sexier.
I’m sorry this took so long, I kept changing my mind but on the bright side I have enough material for at least two more Belle x Hardy fics.
It’s the last time. He’s told himself that before but it never really felt like it until now. Maybe it’s because he told her so this time. Eight months, his second longest relationship. But now he’s going to give his marriage a second chance. It’s the right thing to do (and it’s easier than facing his darker impulses).
It started innocently enough, an imperative need to blow off steam, to get some control back in his life after being confined to a debilitating desk job in Scotland Yard. She was the most prodigious woman to ever give herself to him – albeit for a fee – and he took it all. The price he paid was both financial and emotional. It was worth it to be transformed, painted in shades of Belle.
The more they met, the more insatiable they became, greedily tearing each other apart. And the control they thought they craved, they lost to something far less cerebral.