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Make him hurt.
Make him hurt the way he hurt you.
Or at least close.
As you wiped a stray tear away from your freshly mascaraed lashes, you concentrated on finishing your look. Long lashes complimented a sultry cat eye and the soft glint of peach hues and gold glitter dancing across your eyelids. Your cheeks feigned a fresh orgasm - but the real sinful seal to your makeup was the delicate pout that mimicked your own lips, but a hint better. With your hair masterfully splayed half up in a genie pony, the rest curled and teased to frame your face, you drank it all in.
You were an absolute bombshell. A bad bitch on a mission. He was here in your town, hosting at the hottest club about twenty minutes out from you. It's been half a year since you've seen him; by your choice of course. It hurt too much to commit him entirely to the forefront of your memory. How he made you feel when he was with you was unlike any word the human language could express. You knew that'd mean you'd have to let your guard down...and as strong as you were, you let him in. Your apprehensive, guarded nature was eased with the cool but gentle personality he carried. Like a finely tuned piano, he'd learned with precision - and in the same breath he played you. The amount of passion, vulnerability and care you poured into your relationship with him was more than even you'd normally cared to relinquish...but when you saw that he matched you with the same energy and love, you deemed it worth it.
That was until you found the figure of a dainty brunette entangled in his arms - lips as equally connected. You never forgot the chill that ran down your spine. Or the horror that swept across his face. Whatever he had said didn't pass into your eardrums. As if hardwired, you turned on your heel wordlessly and cut all ties you'd built with him.
But it wasn't enough. No matter where you went, a piece of him followed you. Billboards, radio interviews, commercials. You were never ever truly able to escape him. So enough became enough. He led you to believe that you could have him to yourself...and once he reeled you in, his selfish and cruel act reminded you that there was a reason you kept your guard up. Your nature didn't allow for you to wallow in self-pity. Sure you cried, but not long after he did the planning begin. You knew, if for one last time you could see him - you'd give at least a taste of his own medicine. A dress that accentuated your figure and a pair of strappy heels to bring it together. If you could not have Karamatsu despite how much you'd devoted yourself to him, then you would at least give him a taste of what it's like to want something one cannot have. Your weaponry: seduction.
The club blared a dance mix that featured a few songs you were familiar with. You scanned the building for the VIP section, as you knew that's where he'd be. Lo and behold you found him - laughing with a few friends, a half glass full in his hand, with a voluptuous red-head at his side. He was dressed in his pressed azure button down, black dress slacks, with a blazer over it and folded cleanly up to his elbows. The gold wristwatch and chain around his neck made for a nice touch to his outfit, even you had to admit. You mentally mapped his place so as to remember where to look. Requests to dance and attempts to buy you a drink or two were all denied; you wouldn't allow yourself to be deterred from this mission by any means. Only one Jack & Coke made it into your system which was by your own means. The gentle warmth of the alcohol gave you enough drive to enter the dance floor with ease.
Luckily for you, your swaying hips didn't go unnoticed. You turned slowly to find Karamatsu squinting from his lounge area, a look of confused recognition pressing his features. You intentionally locked eyes with him for reassurance of your presence there; and with a knowing curl of your lips, you turned back into the crowd and gracefully melted in. That was not without catching the sight of predatory shock crossing his face. Like a tiger to fresh meat, you were sure he'd give chase. You watched as he waded through the numerous bodies paraded on the dance floor, carefully separating the sea of figures in order to reach you. When he finally caught sight of you, you were dancing alone, hips seductively matching the rhythm of the slow but catchy song that blew through the airwaves. His eyes followed the roll of your curves, nearly lulling him into a trance. How you would've relished such a sight, but you knew that was unrealistic.
Warmth spread across your back, a feeling long missed that made your eyes flutter shut.
Focus.
Large hands found their way to your hips, steeling your figure to his hard but lean form. Your hips continued their melodic sway, albeit with the curve of your ass methodically grinding against him. You didn't miss the grin that accompanied his knowing chuckle. Leaning into his chest, you reached an arm backward to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to the side of your own. His breath danced down your neck and over your shoulder, leaving a soft chill tumbling across you in its wake. He angled his head farther so his lips graced your ear close enough to say,
"What are you doing here?"
There was something unreadable in his tone, but now was a good time as any to snare him.
"I'm here...that's all you need to know, Karamatsu."
The song continued its slow, nearly romantic pace, and you made sure to keep your body winding in rhythm with the sound. The atmosphere was changing around you both; a change you weren't sure was in your favor, but you worked with what you had.
What you hadn't expected was the crossing of his strong arms around your middle as he pulled your figure further into his own in an embrace. He kept you both slowly moving, but this was beginning to unnerve you.
He caught your attention at the sound of your name,
"...I've missed you."
His lips pressed onto your shoulder and slowly angled their way up your neck. You involuntarily bit your lip; the many times of you both in this similar position, caught in the throes of feverish passion laced with devotion swirling back into your memory. The ache of longing crept into your limbs, muscle memory reminding you what it was to lose yourself under his touch, with his name falling off your lips like a praised mantra. The countless nights you spent connected on all levels to this man flooded back into your thoughts, and it almost dredged up a hurt you took great care to heal as best as you could. Summoning great bravery, you steeled your nearly overwhelming emotions in order to recall the task at hand. You peered over your shoulder, praying the glossy eyes that were daring to threaten you with tears didn't give your position up. He continued,
"I was wrong to hurt you...and I've regretted it since. Seeing you here...tonight...after not seeing you in so long I..." he trailed off, unsure of what his next words would be. Instead he opted to kiss just under your ear, a spot he was well acquainted with.
"Come home with me...I need you. Let me make amends. Let me fix all I've done wrong..."
His grip tightened around your waist, a silent plea of his own design. Your breath hitched as heat spiraled across your form, the sensuality of your slow dancing together finally manifesting itself.
Did he really mean this? Was he truly sorry?
Remember what you're here for. This was what you expected.
Wasn't this what you honestly, truly wanted?...
At first all you craved was this in the first place. For you to be held in the same arms you devoted yourself to all that while ago. For your heart to be assembled and beating, and full with so much overflowing joy and love that you were so well acquainted with in the past. But that was before your proud heart gathered itself together and readied for revenge. Before your once beloved significant other disassembled all you held dear with him. Humiliation and hurt never sat well in your being, and despite love, you wouldn't let him get away with it. This was the cleanest option you had without anyone truly getting hurt...and it was enough to douse the hunger of revenge in your heart, while dismantling his pride in the process.
He wanted something you would never give to him a second time.
You turned slowly in his arms, his hands placed above the dip of your lower back. With a tantalizing bite your lip, you leaned in close.
"You want me, Karamatsu?..."
His fingers dug into your hips drawing you close enough so your lips nearly grazed his own.
"With everything I have...", he lowly growled.
You slipped your hands up his back, leaning in for the kiss he searched for...only for you to slide your hands over his chest and push yourself away from him gently. He was confused at the distance you'd created until you locked eyes once more. The soft somberness mixed with anger and intent read loud and clear in your gaze, and you internally patted yourself on the back when you caught the slightest hint of knowing hurt tucked in his features.
Your hand reached to tenderly caress his cheek; a bitter smile crossed your lips with the unwanted accompaniment of tears pin-pricking the corners of your eyes,
"You will never have me again."
And with that, you detached yourself from his form completely. The look of bewildered rejection did well to earn itself the victory you looked for. Before you could shed those petulant teardrops, you sauntered off in the direction of the exit. You felt heavy, as your hurt from your past was slowly surfacing back into your heart, but you took solace in the fact that you knew you sought it through. You snared a tiger and shamed him for the very claws he used to hurt you with.
You left with no regrets.