[P] devil's in a rush

[Acton]

Acton these violent delights have violent ends The night was just a night, after he’d smothered those embers inside him. One day he won’t – his willpower was strong, but not as strong as his anger. Not as strong as his hunger for more and louder. It did not seem impossible that this feminine viper with her poison tongue and actions placed carefully as arrows might somehow be involved, when it happened. The buckskin did not grin at the thought, but he guessed (rightly, it would turn out) that the possibilities might play out in his dreams tonight. “I shudder to think what your type might be.” Maxence, probably, though if tonight was any indication she didn’t go for assholes. He was thankful when they reached the border, his muscles and mind both dull. His thoughts had turned toward his bed, his companions. When she gave him one last look over her shoulder, he gave her a last too-big smile in return – though he did wonder, briefly, what would happen if he continued on. Probably she’d claw his eyes out as soon as they were on Solterran soil.   “Fuck you too, Goldilocks,” he answered not-unpleasantly, and turned to look down the long road home. Gods, what a waste of a night. He began to walk.   @Bexley and fin