╰☆╮Racquel╰☆╮
"This is what'll happen," Fox murmured with that stupid smirk of his, working his lips around mine.
In protest, I squirmed to get away from the bastard, though the small confinement of the bathroom didn't provide me with very much room to move around. The handle to the door was already pressing into the small of my back, and I heard a rip as the seam to my skirt caught on something and unraveled. Cursing, I worked my hand out of the fake embrace and jiggled the handle to my escape. My stomach churned uncomfortably as the door refused to swing open, no matter how hard I tried to get it to.
By now, Fox had decided that he had 'persuaded me' enough, and stepped away from me, his arms crossed defiantly across his chest, gold eyes mocking me. "Trying to escape, Darling?" The sarcasm in his voice made me want to stab him right then and there. It was such a shame that there weren't any sharp objects in the bathroom. He laughed and shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it. "And I would have thought that you actually enjoyed kissing me, you didn't make much of an effort to stop me..." His bleach-white teeth flashed as he grinned at me after giving a proud toss of his shaggy hair.
Before I could whip around to face him, my elbow caught on the doorjam, sending a shock of pain up and down my whole entire arm before going completely numb. Wincing, I cradled my elbow and swore. "Help me get this damn door open, or so help me, I will-"
I was cut short by Fox pressing something cold and metallic to my lips. "Looking for this?" He drawled, then brought the item away from my mouth so that I could get a better look at it.
"Why would I be looking for something, the door's obviously just-" A key. Not just a key, it was the key, the key to the bathroom door that I didn't even know existed. And that key was now held high above the Digit's head, a good two feet above my normal reaching range. "I should have screamed for help the minute I knew you were here," I hissed, stretching up onto my tiptoes and taking a swipe at the key, which dangled far out of my reach in Fox's fingers.
Fox "tsk"ed, shaking his head, and swung the piece of metal in front of my eyes. "Well you didn't. And you're lucky I had the brains to know what you were planning to do from the very beginning." He paused to drop the key into his front pocket, then narrowed his gaze on me, deliberating on what he would do with me now. "How would you like to make a compromise?"
I eyed his jeans' pocket, wishing I could just reach into it and pull the key out of it. Easy. But there was no way I would touch something that had been close to Fox's... Gagging, I shuddered inwardly. "Like hell would I ever make any kind of deal with you!" I reached out and pushed the boy backwards until he was forced to seat himself on the toilet. "You have two choices. Give me the key, and I'll have Jett dispose of you in the least painful way possible, or I scream and have him come kick your ass. I'll make sure you feel pain. You've got five seconds before I choose for you." It was my turn to smirk now. "Five, four, three," I sang, preparing to let out the loudest scream I could muster. "Two."
All of a sudden, Fox grabbed me by the wrists, and I fell onto his lap, already mid-screech. His lips smashed onto mine, cutting off my supply for air. I beat my hands against his chest, but that boy had a firm grasp on me, and I couldn't move an inch. Chills traveled up and down my spine as I convulsed in disgust, mouth burning. When I realized that Fox was going to kiss me until he was sure that I wouldn't scream, I gave up trying to fight him and began inching my fingers towards his pocket. The key was almost within my grasp, just a couple more centimeters...
Fox chuckled, snatching my wrist and pulling it away from his pocket. "No need to get greedy, Darling," he murmured against my lips.
"Quit calling me that," I spat, grabbing hold of his chin and pushing his face away from mine.
"I will once you learn to shut up for once in your life and listen to me!" Fox's face flushed in exasperation, and he pinned my hands down so that I was rendered completely and utterly useless. "And then I swear, I'll give you your stupid key and you can get away from me!"
I tried convincing myself that I heard a hint of hurt in his words. But nonetheless, I clenched my teeth and glared at him. "What." I didn't even bother making it a question.
"I give you back your key, you keep me safe on this plane." Before I could protest, he clapped his hand over my mouth. "That means no letting the others torture me. You are to order everyone not to lay so much as a finger on me. I get to D.C. unharmed." He raised an eyebrow at the end of his proposition, and removed his hand from my mouth.
"That doesn't seem like much of a fair deal," I countered, slipping off of his lap. "All you have to do is hand over a chunk of metal, while I have to keep everyone's hands off of you. A key. That's all I freaking get out of all of this?!" I could feel my lip curl.
Fox reached up to trace his finger across my lips seductively. "I know you didn't hate me kissing you that much, did you?" His eyes glinted.
Though I didn't admit it out loud, he had me stumped. Regaining my composure, I feigned contempt. "As if. Just give me the key." I tossed my hair over my shoulder and held out my palm towards the seventh Digit, who sighed in relief, but didn't hand me my end of the deal.
"I'm waiting. Swear. On your life or something."
I rolled my eyes, then through gritted teeth, complied. "I swear."
"Good girl." The key flashed as the light in the bathroom caught it, and it was finally handed over to me by Fox.
I snatched it up greedily, and immediately turned towards the door, and inserted it into the lock. To my relief, the handle turned easily and without hitch this time, and the door swung widely open. I toppled out of the tight space, and stumbled down the short hallway. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw Fox stand up and stretch his arms behind his head. Laughing to myself, I walked into the pilot's room, where Jett was concentrating on the gears and gadgets all around him.
Fox was now in clear sight in the hallway, expecting me to be watching his back. Perfect.
I smiled and tapped the first Digit on the shoulder. "Hey, Jett..."
He turned, ready to yell at me to get out of his space, but caught himself as he saw who was standing right behind me. He gestured for Saracen (who was right next to him in the copilot seat) to take over. Standing up slowly, his red eyes flashed at Fox, seeming to darken considerably. "What the hell is he doing here?!" Jett's gaze flickered from Fox to me a couple times, as if it were all my fault. He slid past both of us and into the main part of the plane, where Greyson was standing, obviously unsurprised at the visitor.
"I'll take care of him," he mumbled, pushing Jett out of the way after reading his mind, and walking over to Fox, while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He grabbed a rope laying in the empty baggage space above his head, and called over to me. "Hold him still, Racquel."
"Don't tell me what to do, Three," I sneered under my breath, but focused my power on Fox anyways, draining half of his power effortlessly, until I was sure that he would be too weak to put up much of a fight. With his shapeshifting powers, that is. As I saw the dumbfounded and betrayed look on Fox's features, I snickered, and shoved him into a nearby seat.
His gold eyes questioned me, and I already knew the question that was on his mind.
"I don't need your terms of endearment..." As Greyson moved in and started wrapping the rope around the seat and Fox, I leaned in as close as possible to the seventh Digit's face, making sure that he could hear me. I moved my lips to his ear. "Darling."
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Happy birthday to MEEEEE! I finally wrote this post! :DD You're welcome! I'm sorry it sucked so bad, I didn't exactly feel like writing today...
