a night on the town

Tom Marvolo Riddle

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"Well, that answers that question," Val said, head still tilted in the direction of the girl, not looking at Jack. "You get lost in your own world, don't you? Do you forget that it isn't just you? You'd rather just take it all, distract, wouldn't you, Jack? That's so good to know."

She took a step, away from Jack, closer to the old friend. "Do you want to know anything about her? If you're really not thinking this all through. Not feeling the full weight. Do you think that might help you? I won't tell you, if it'll make you sad, if ignorance is bliss. That's certainly the case for her, you see. She paid someone to forget, when it was all over, when she was boring. Thought I was done. But that wasn't really fair, was it? Cheating. And not even smartly. People like hope, don't they? Sometimes it's all they have. People get desperate- needy- when something is all they have. So I suppose she thought I'd leave her alone after her being broken once."

"Befriending her all over again has been nostalgic. She's happy, and you're happy for her. Do you feel confident about being a distraction, Jack? Being the one that gets hurt? Because that means everything."

I promised to get to you, Jack. We both decided on something, whether you fully realized what that meant or not.
 

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Jack's enthusiasm faltered. His expression was somber, as if he'd gotten splashed in the face with with cold water. The electric beats of the dance floor thumped uncomfortably in his head.

The girl needed her memories wiped to forget Val's abuses but Val still showed no signs of stopping. That didn't sit right with Jack. He knew Val was not a good person, but he neglected to emotionally account for the fact that Val was nasty with others as well. He wanted her to break him but not others, but that was never how her kind worked.

"Hey..." He reached out to grab Valentine's wrist, his grip loose enough that she could swat him away if need be. "Leave her alone, all right? You have me. I'm fresh and easy for pickings. She's had enough of you."
 

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Val looked at his hand, a half smile on her face. "That was all I wanted to hear, Jack. And I'm just being honest with you, aren't I? Isn't that the foundation of stable, healthy relationships? And look at you. You're starting to truly be honest with me, and yourself, too."

She held his hand again, just like before. Entwined their fingers. Rewarded herself for her extra efforts, her testing, with both another feel of Jack and the intimacy of it all. This was what intimacy was, this mutual understanding, honesty, suffering... and delicate touching.

"Good boy," she told him, softly, affectionately.
 

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Her hand was so, so cold. He felt it again, the magic that buzzed with her hand, but there was a mushy part of him that couldn't help but caress her fingers with his thumb. Intimacy. Was this what this was? She wanted him to hurt so she could feel it, and he couldn't say... he minded. If he was going to suffer, he was glad they were suffering together. Misery loved company, especially company with hands as soft as hers.

"I'm yours," he said out of the blue, surprised at his own words but never once regretting them. She tried to pull her back to him and away from her, part to protect the girl, part of his own twisted concept of jealousy. "You can hurt me however you want."
 

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"The first date, and you already sound like you're proposing," Val said dryly, hiding a certain inner flash of shock. She really was torn on settling into a heavy satisfaction, and even more disgust at just how eager and easy he was.

But Val was special, wasn't she? The special kind of bad person.

"And you want to be a special toy," she added out loud, thoughtfully. "...Well. We should prove it with more than just words, then, shouldn't we? Even though those are what have been getting inside your head all this time." Her words slowed to an almost awkward stop, like she should've left him with more. Instead, she took Jack's hand, kissed it like he'd done before to her, when they had met. Gave him a reminder of something to miss, something to hope for, as those were very dangerous things.

She drifted back into the crowd, skirt and hair flowing behind her when she turned and just before she disappeared, suddenly very determined to give just the tiniest bit of a slip to her date. Enough to get him out into the night and concrete maze that was the city.
 

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She kissed his hand...

...And then she was gone again.

Jack dragged his fingers down his face. She was like an itch he couldn't scratch. Already, he worried how he would be able to spend his days without her being around him when being separated for minutes at a time drove him mad. Something changed within the dynamic of their relationship — a sort of affirmation or go signal, curtains being violently torn off — that he lost all patience in her teasing. He lumbered through the crowd, not even giving the slightest fuck about accidentally shoving people aside, eyes locked to the bare glimpses of flowing skirt and hair at the distance.

She went outside and so did he, feeling the chill of the night air as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes darted around the area, walking out of the shady alley the club was in. It was so difficult to look for someone when the whole damn street was determined to blind him with crowds and neon lights. "Val? Val!" He huffed, clutching his knees. "I can prove what I'm saying to you any way you want, but I can't do that if you're not fucking here."

He pulled out his phone, wondering if she would pull the same trick twice and text him.
 

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Finally losing patience, just in time. This was all beautiful to Val, like a play with perfect little scenes and acts. She watched Jack with sharp eyes and felt the wind on her skin, as well as a bit of extra cold. Was it going to start raining?

She bit her lip, smiling so widely it hurt, as Jack looked at his phone. No texts- oh no, Val tried not to get predictable- but she decided to use the opportunity nonetheless. She brought up her own phone, almost losing balance in her giddiness, and called Jack.

"Try looking up, darling."

She waved mildly from her spot, standing at the very edge of the club's roof and peering down over the drop. There was a fire escape to scramble up, a bit undignified, but it wasn't like Jack had seen the awkward middle point of the spectacle. And really, Val herself was too invested to concern herself with feeling embarrassed.

It did start lightly raining, and Val felt bold enough to spin, laughing away, heart pounding, ignoring the way her body screamed at her. She'd be okay this time around, she really would, she could tell. It was going to be just fine.
 

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Jack looked up.

Well, that was oddly adorable. It was almost Romance Movie-levels of quirky cute, and he would've been fine with that if this girl wasn't a necromancer that got off on people's pain. Also, that he was sure there was the very real threat of her pushing him off the edge of the building if he climbed up.

Now, climbing buildings was doable, but he'd rather not resort to the hard way and make holes with his fists. He scanned the area for what Val used to climb up and saw the fire escape.

All righty. As mellow as he seemed, Jack was a mercenary with training, so he did a running jump and latched onto the ladder with ease, not even minding as it started to rain during his ascent. He reached the roof just in time to catch the tail end of her spin, her unbridled laughter ringing like music in his ears.

He pushed his hair back with a grin. "You know, I'm surprised you're even allowed to be as adorable as you are."
 

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Val danced along the roof edges, nothing to distract anyone now, until exhaustion truly started catching up with her and she very nearly fell. Which, like everything, would be survivable but very painful.

Val liked having control of the more intense pain she felt, and one dive from a building had been enough.

She stepped down to the safer part of the roof, and took her time in lazily moving over to Jack. She shivered a bit, and her dress was sticking to her skin now, soaking through. Well, if anything was going to be see through, at least she'd worn nice lingerie. She chuckled at Jack, who mostly looked soggy, as she combed back hair wet hair with spidery fingers.

"Are you surprised? I wouldn't be. It isn't the only thing I'm involved with that's illegal," she drawled. "I get away with quite a lot." Like being seen as adorable when you were yelling just minutes ago, and before that, seeming rather sick. Jackie Jack, oh, dear Jack.

I'm a special kind of monster to you, aren't I?

Val looked at Jack without saying anything, daring him to do something, anything, to her here after all that drama and real impatience she'd seen from him. To be hers.
 

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Jack saw the challenge in her eyes and walked up to her in big strides, placing his hands on her waist as soon as he got to her. He let his eyes linger on the thin sheen of sweat on her face and the outline of her lingerie peeking through her shirt, chest heaving, a thick cloud of lust forming in his mind.

He wanted her in so many ways; in the rawest carnal sense, desiring to rip off her delicate looking clothing and test if she was half as delicate as she seemed, while at the same time, wanting her to lead and taunt and tease and maybe step on him, just a little bit. He wanted her to break him; he wanted to see if there was anything beyond the icy exterior she presented. He leaned downward, close enough so his warm breath reached the edges of her lipsticked lips, and proceeded to...

...tickle her sides.