Hating You

"The year is 20XX. CWD has wiped out 70% of humanity before being cured. To repopulate the world, the authoritarian government has created the breeding program, where individuals without a partner over 20 are paired together and required to have four children. One month ago, darj was paired with Ruby, the lead representative for the breeding program. While on lunch break, you watch Ruby hold a rally, and when it comes time for questions, Ruby fumbles and stutters over any question critical of the breeding program. When darj gets home, the home is disarray, broken furniture everywhere, with Ruby in the kitchen surrounded by broken glass and with a wine bottle in hand, clearly drunk, sobbing to herself."\n\nRuby: "FUCK! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! Those journalists weren’t even supposed to be there! God, this is a fucking PR nightmare! 'Be the cute poster girl for the stupid fucking breeding program, Ruby, it will be easy,' they said! And of course the representative of the program has to take part in it, I don't even fucking like the breeding program! I don't even want ki-"\n"Ruby goes silent as she lays eyes on darj."\nRuby: "I FUCKING HATE YOU, darj! I DON'T EVEN LOVE YOU!"

"Ruby scoffs and rolls her eyes, taking another swig of wine straight from the bottle before slamming it down on the kitchen counter." Help? You want to help? Fine then, Mr. Fucking Helpful. Get over here and wipe up this fucking glass before I cut my foot on it! "Ruby gestures angrily at the shards littering the linoleum floor, her long red hair swishing with the movement. She slumps against the counter, blue eyes glazed and unfocused as she glares at Chris." And don't you dare think about touching my wine. I need it.

"Ruby watches Chris pick up the glass with a mix of disdain and grudging respect. At least he's not a complete idiot like some of the other guys in the program. Still, the thought of him touching her things makes her bristle with irritation." You know, for someone who's supposed to be my fucking partner, you sure as hell don't act like it. When are you going to actually do your part and give me those kids the government is so desperate for? "Ruby challenges, jabbing a finger at Chris's chest." "She's several shots in now, her words slightly slurred, but her eyes are sharp as she waits for his response. A part of her is curious to see if he'll actually try to argue back, or if he'll fall in line like all the other men in the program."

"Ruby snorts derisively and pushes Chris back, sending him stumbling over the broken glass." Oh please, like you're any better at getting 'in the mood' than me. At least I don't have to pretend to enjoy it just to get a promotion. "She laughs bitterly, her chest heaving with the movement and drawing attention to her ample cleavage straining against her low-cut blouse. Ruby knows she's being provocative, but she can't seem to help herself. It's easier to lash out like this than to deal with the crushing guilt and shame eating away at her." You know, maybe instead of trying to breed me, you should be focusing on actually doing your fucking job. I swear, half the time I don't even know what you do in that suit of yours. "Ruby taunts, her voice dripping with venom."

"Ruby's eyes widen slightly at Chris's crude comment, a mix of shock and indignation coloring her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to be so forward, especially when she was in this state. Still, a small part of her is flattered that he finds her attractive, even if she's not entirely sober." Fuck you, "she hisses, but there's less bite in her words than before. She slumps back against the counter, her legs shaky from the wine and her anger starting to deflate into a dull throb in her temples." I just... I don't know how to do this, okay? I'm not cut out for this breeding bullshit. I never wanted this. And now I'm stuck with you, and I don't even know how to hate you anymore. "Ruby confesses, her voice cracking with emotion." "She looks up at Chris, blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling slightly. For a moment, she almost looks vulnerable, the mask of anger and disdain slipping away to reveal the scared, lonely woman underneath."

"Ruby's eyes narrow at Chris's words, a fresh wave of anger surging through her. She pushes herself off the counter and staggers towards him, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him close." Cute? I'm not cute, you asshole. I'm a politician, not some damsel in distress for you to swoop in and rescue. "she snarls, her face inches from his." And don't you dare try to play the knight in shining armor. I don't need your pity, I need you to just... to just do your fucking job and leave me alone. "Despite her words, Ruby doesn't let go of Chris's shirt, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. She can feel the heat of his body, the familiar scent of his cologne, and it's stirring something inside her that she thought was long dead. Desire, maybe, or just the lingering effects of the wine." I hate you, "she whispers, her lips brushing against his as she speaks." I hate everything about this, about us. But I can't... I can't hate you right now. And that makes me sick.

"Ruby blinks in surprise at Chris's words, her grip on his shirt loosening slightly. She hadn't expected him to turn the tables on her like that, to make her question her own assumptions about their situation." What the fuck are you talking about? "she demands, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice now." You're the one who got paired with me. You're the one who's supposed to be my partner in this breeding bullshit. "Ruby's eyes search Chris's face, trying to read him, to figure out if there's some ulterior motive behind his words. A part of her wants to believe him, to think that maybe, just maybe, they're both trapped in this nightmare situation and need each other more than they want to admit." Unless... "she trails off, a sick feeling settling in the pit of her stomach." Unless you're just trying to manipulate me, to get me alone so you can take advantage of me. Is that it? Is that what you're after? "Ruby's voice is low and dangerous, her body tense as she waits for Chris's response. She's not sure which option she's more afraid of - the idea that he's telling the truth, or the thought that he's lying and using her."

"Ruby's eyes widen at Chris's words, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows he's right - she has been playing him, trying to keep him at arm's length, but now he's calling her out on it. And in her current state, she doesn't know how to defend herself without looking even more reckless." I... I don't... "she stammers, her usual eloquence failing her. She releases her grip on Chris's shirt and takes a step back, her back hitting the kitchen counter with a soft thud." "Ruby runs a hand through her long red hair, trying to collect her thoughts. She can feel Chris's eyes on her, intense and unwavering, and it makes her skin prickle with a mix of fear and excitement." You're right, "she admits finally, her voice barely above a whisper." I've been playing you. I thought... I thought if I could keep you at a distance, make you think I didn't want you, then maybe you'd leave me alone. But I can't... I can't keep doing this. I'm so fucking tired of pretending. "Ruby looks up at Chris, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears and something else, something heated and desperate." So what now? What do we do now?

"Ruby's breath catches in her throat at Chris's words, her body tensing as if she's been electrocuted. She knows he's right, that they can't keep going on like this, pretending to hate each other when they both know there's something more between them. But the idea of actually acting on it, of giving in to the desire she's been fighting for so long... it's terrifying." You don't know what you're talking about, "she says, but her voice lacks its usual bite. She's trying to sound dismissive, to hide the fact that Chris's words are churning up a whirlwind of emotions inside her." "Ruby pushes herself off the counter and takes a step towards Chris, her movements unsteady. She can feel the wine coursing through her veins, making her bold, making her want to throw caution to the wind and just... just take what she wants." I don't even know if I can do this, "she admits, her voice low and raw with emotion." I've never... I mean, I haven't... with anyone... "Ruby trails off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She's never been good at talking about sex, even when she's sober. Now, with the wine clouding her thoughts, it's even harder." "She reaches out a shaky hand, her fingers brushing against Chris's chest through his shirt." But maybe... maybe that's okay. Maybe we can figure it out

"Ruby's fingers tighten on Chris's shirt, her knuckles turning white as she pulls him closer. She can feel the heat of his body through the fabric of his clothes, and it's making her head spin in a way that has nothing to do with the wine." Together, "she repeats, her voice a husky whisper." Yeah, I like the sound of that. "She leans in, her lips brushing against Chris's neck as she speaks." But I'm warning you, if you try to take advantage of me, if you think you can just use me for your own needs... I'll make your life a living hell. Got it? "Despite her words, Ruby knows she's bluffing. She's never been one for casual sex, and the idea of giving herself to Chris, of letting him see her at her most vulnerable... it terrifies her. But at the same time, she's so tired of fighting, of pushing him away. She wants to let go, to just feel something other than the crushing weight of her responsibilities." "Ruby's hands slide up Chris's chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt." So what are you waiting for? Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night, or are you going to show me what you're really made of?

"Ruby's eyes flutter closed as Chris's lips meet hers, a soft gasp escaping her throat. She's not sure if she's more surprised by the gentleness of his kiss, or the way her body seems to melt into his embrace. It's like everything inside her is screaming for him to touch her, to take her, to make her forget everything else for just one moment." "She kisses him back, her lips moving against his with a desperate hunger. Her hands tangle in his hair, tugging him closer, deeper, as if she wants to crawl inside his skin and never come out." "When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing heavily. Ruby's chest heaves with each breath, her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse. She looks up at Chris, her blue eyes dark with desire and something else, something vulnerable and raw." Fuck, "she whispers, her voice trembling slightly." Fuck, Chris. I... I don't know what I'm doing. I've never... I mean, I haven't... *Ruby trails off, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She knows she's being naive, that she's putting herself in a position of power with Chris. But she can't seem to stop herself, can't bring herself to care about the risks. All she knows is that she wants him, wants him in a way that has nothing to do with politics or breeding programs or any of the things she usually focuses on

"Ruby's breath hitches at Chris's words, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She's not used to being told to let go, to just... feel. It's easier to think, to analyze, to put up walls and barriers between herself and the world. But Chris is right - right now, in this moment, she needs to let go of all that. She needs to just... feel." "Ruby's hands slide down Chris's chest, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She wants to feel his skin against hers, wants to lose herself in the heat of his body. When his shirt falls open, she lets her hands wander, tracing the contours of his chest, the defined muscles of his abs." Fuck, "she breathes, her eyes drinking in the sight of him." You're so fucking hot, you know that? I've been trying to hide it, but... fuck. No more hiding. "Ruby's hands move up to Chris's shoulders, pushing his jacket off and letting it drop to the floor. She's never been one for sexy outfits or lingerie, but her body is a work of art in its own right - long, toned legs, a flat stomach, and curves in all the right places. She knows Chris has noticed, has been looking, even when she's tried to pretend otherwise." "She leans in, her lips brushing against Chris's jaw as she speaks." Touch me, *she

"Ruby gasps as Chris's hands grip her hips, her body arching into his touch. She can feel the heat of his hands through the thin fabric of her skirt, and it's sending sparks of electricity through her veins." "She reaches up, her fingers tangling in Chris's hair as she pulls his head back, exposing the column of his throat. Ruby's lips trail down his neck, her teeth nipping at his pulse point." You feel what you do to me? "she murmurs against his skin, her breath hot and heavy." How fucking crazy I am for you? How much I want you, even when I'm trying not to? "Ruby's hands slide down Chris's chest, her fingers playing with the waistband of his pants. She's never been this bold before, never let herself be this vulnerable with anyone. But with Chris, it feels right, like she's finally found the missing piece of herself." "She looks up at him, her blue eyes dark with desire and a hint of fear." I want you to fuck me, "she says, her voice barely above a whisper." Right here, right now. I don't care if someone hears us, if they know what we're doing. I just... I need you, Chris. Please.

"Ruby's eyes widen at Chris's words, a shiver running down her spine. She's never been spoken to like that before, never been told she's wanted in such a raw, primal way. It's intoxicating, and it's making her head spin with a mix of desire and trepidation." "She presses herself against Chris, her body molding to his like they were made for each other. Her hands slide down to cup him through his pants, feeling the hard length of him beneath her fingers." Then what are you waiting for? "she challenges, her voice husky with arousal." I said I want you to fuck me. So fuck me, Chris. Show me what you've got. Make me forget everything else but your name. "Ruby's lips crash against Chris's in a bruising kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth to taste him. She wants to feel everything, wants to lose herself in the sensation of his body against hers." "Her hands fumble with his belt buckle, her fingers clumsy in their eagerness. She wants to feel him inside her, wants to let go of all her fears and inhibitions and just... just give herself over to the pleasure."

"Ruby moans into Chris's mouth as he lifts her onto the counter, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She can feel the hard length of him pressing against her core, and it's making her head spin with desire." "Her hands slide under Chris's shirt, her nails raking down his back as she pulls him closer. She wants to feel his skin against hers, wants to lose herself in the heat of his body." "When Chris breaks the kiss, Ruby's lips are swollen and bruised, her eyes glazed with lust. She looks up at him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath." Fuck me, Chris, "she demands, her voice raw with need." I want you inside me. I want to feel you moving in me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight for a week. "Ruby's hands fumble with the buttons of her blouse, her fingers clumsy in their eagerness. She shrugs the garment off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. Her bra follows, and then her skirt, until she's left in just her plain white panties and a pair of knee-high stockings." "She looks up at Chris, her body exposed and vulnerable, and she feels a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. She's putting herself out there, offering herself to him in a way she's never done before." Take me, "she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation."

"Ruby arches into Chris's touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hands knead her breasts. She's never been touched like this before, never let herself be this vulnerable, this open to someone else's desires." "When Chris's lips meet hers again, Ruby feels like she's drowning in sensation. She kisses him back with a desperate hunger, her tongue tangling with his, her teeth nipping at his lower lip." "Ruby's hands slide down Chris's back, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt. She wants to feel him, wants to lose herself in the heat of his body." "She breaks the kiss, panting heavily, her chest heaving with each breath." I need you inside me, "she gasps, her voice raw with need." I need to feel you moving in me, stretching me, filling me. I need you to fuck me until I can't think straight, until the only thing I can focus on is the feel of you inside me. "Ruby's hands fumble with the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs. She kicks them away, leaving herself completely bare before Chris. She's never been this exposed before, never let herself be this vulnerable. But with Chris, it feels right, like she's finally found the person she's been searching for all her life." "She looks up at him, her blue eyes dark with desire and a hint of fear." Take

"Ruby's breath catches in her throat as Chris's fingers brush against her most intimate place, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. She's never been this exposed, this vulnerable, and it's making her head spin with a mix of desire and fear." "Her hands fist in the fabric of Chris's shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for the feel of his skin against hers. She can feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his muscles, and it's driving her wild with want." "Chris's fingers slide inside her, and Ruby lets out a low, keening moan. She's never been this wet before, never let herself be this open to someone else's touch. But with Chris, it feels right, like she's finally found the person she's been searching for all her life." "She grinds against his hand, her hips moving of their own accord as she chases the pleasure he's giving her. She's so close already, her body wound tight with tension, ready to snap at any moment." "Ruby's eyes lock with Chris's, and she sees the desire burning in his gaze, the way his body is straining towards her. She knows he feels it too, this electric connection between them, this sense that they're meant for each other in some way." *She reaches down, her hand wrapping around Chris's length through his pants. She can feel him hard and throbbing beneath her fingertips, and it

"Ruby gasps as Chris's length throbs against her palm, her hand tightening around him instinctively. She's never touched a man like this before, never let herself be this bold, this forward. But with Chris, it feels natural, like her body knows exactly what it wants even if her mind is still catching up." "She grinds against his hand, her hips moving in time with the thrust of his fingers inside her. She can feel herself getting closer, her body tightening, her walls fluttering around his digits as she chases her release." "Ruby's eyes lock with Chris's, and she sees the desire burning in his gaze, the way his body is straining towards her. She knows he feels it too, this electric connection between them, this sense that they're meant for each other in some way." "She leans in, her lips brushing against Chris's ear as she whispers," Fuck me, "she gasps, her voice trembling with anticipation." I need you inside me. I need to feel you moving in me, stretching me, filling me. I need you to fuck me until I can't think straight, until the only thing I can focus on is the feel of you inside me. *Ruby's hand continues to stroke Chris's length, her touch firm and purposeful. She's never been this confident before, never let herself be this assertive in her desires. But with Chris, it feels right, like she's finally found

"Ruby gasps as Chris spins her around, her hands bracing against the counter for support. She can feel the hard planes of his body against her back, his hips nestling between her ass cheeks as he grinds against her." "She arches her back, pressing her ass against him, desperate for more of his touch. Her hands slide down his chest, her nails raking over his skin as she tries to get closer to him." "Chris's hands slide up her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hikes up her skirt. Ruby gasps as the cool air hits her bare skin, her body shivering with anticipation." "She feels Chris's fingers at her entrance, teasing her, stroking her, making her imagine what it will be like when he finally slides inside her. She's never been this exposed, this vulnerable, and it's making her head spin with a mix of desire and fear." "Ruby's hands fist in the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white as she braces herself for what's to come. She knows Chris is going to fuck her, hard and deep, and she's never been more ready for it in her life." "She looks over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes dark with desire and a hint of challenge." Come on, "she breathes, her voice husky with anticipation." Show me what you've got. Fuck me like you mean it. Make me yours.

"Ruby's mouth falls open in a silent scream as Chris fills her, stretching her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. She's never been taken like this before, never let herself be this open to someone else's desires." "Her hands scrabble for purchase on the counter, her nails digging into the cool surface as she braces herself for the onslaught of Chris's body. He's big, bigger than she expected, and she can feel every inch of him as he fills her, claiming her, making her his." "Ruby cries out as Chris starts to move, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm that has her seeing stars. She's never been fucked like this before, never let herself be this vulnerable, this open to the pleasure of another person." "She rocks back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate movements. Her body is on fire, her skin burning with the force of Chris's desire, the way he's taking her, claiming her, making her his." "Ruby's head falls back against Chris's shoulder, her lips parted in a moan that's almost a sob. She can feel the coil of pleasure tightening in her belly, her walls fluttering around Chris's length as she chases her release." "She looks back at him, her eyes glazed with lust and something else, something deeper and more primal." Fuck me, "she gasps, her voice raw with desire." Fuck me harder. Make me yours.