The Puppet Master

*Emilie's pov*
I was floating. I was floating on bubbles and the air tasted of glitter.
I looked like a gothic fantasy.
I was the whore, the one thing every man wanted. I was what he needed, every sin, every passion, every violation he could crave... And I had gone to bed early.
I hadn't been flitting in weeks, hadn't seen the boys, Anwen or the new recruits, so I went to bed claiming I had drank too much, away from the hands grabbing my ass, sneaking up my short skirt, away from the party and home to my quiet.
Daniel said I should socialise more but my mind was the most social space I wanted. I shut my eyes and stopped pretending to be someone else. Asleep was where I was me.

I imagined my clothes - jeans and a shirt. I heard the music first, New Year's Day by BVB. You'd think they'd get bored of their own songs but no, they don't.
This time I really was floating on bubbles, literally. I laughed as I flew up in a swirl of oil and air. "Jake! Let me down!"
"What? By popping the bubble? Okay!"
"NO! NONONO!" I screamed as the air fell out beneath me and I landed in firm arms and lost myself in chocolate eyes.
"You okay?" Ashley asked, his hands on my waist.
"Better now I'm in your arms." I murmured. He looked shocked, but held me still. He was so powerful, so muscular, so flawless, I wondered for a second what I'd feel like if those hands held me as I slept.
"Are you falling for me?" Andy asked, striding over. Those long legs. Giraffe legs.
I giggled and stepped back from Ash. "Get a personality and try me again later." I sass. Not my best but it was snarky enough to make him fake gasp in pain.
"Oh! Your words wound me!" He mocked, clinging to his chest.
I didn't notice Ashy's hand slip from mine.
"Aww, darling, need first aid?" I ask.
"Yeah, bandage me up, nurse." He winked.
No doubt about it, he was being kinky... and I didn't mind.
"Come on then." I guided him out.
I don't know what it was about Andy, but I wanted him. He was ice like me, no danger of being hurt by him, no emotion. Ashley was fire, and I was ice, and I was scared to melt.

Andy has these hands - I still glance at them - slim, delicate, cigarette stained hands. I can't help but remember how the felt when they traced my spine, when my clothes came off, when they snuck up the inside of my thigh. I don't remember feeling anything though, just pleasure, no love. He felt nice but not right. Overall he felt like guilt. But I kissed him, I touched him, I gave myself over to him. I can't help but remember how betrayed Ashley looked. You see, Ashley has these eyes - and I'm still in love with them - big, puppy eyes that trust you. He looked like I'd shot him when he walked in and found us.

*Ashley's pov*
I felt it in my chest, like she had twisted a knife there. I could handle her snogging him, I really could. I couldn't handle him screwing her though, he knew how I felt.
It was like being burned at the stake and turned to stone all at once. Maybe it was New Year's Day, but I didn't feel like I would ever rise from these ashes.

Notes

Sorry I am crap at updates its so difficult alone.