Summary: Drabble. A re-telling of Red & Wolf.
Rating: safe for general audiences
Disclaimer: I mean, obviously.
author's notes: i don't know how i feel about this one. most of my writing comes from one or two lines that drift into consciousness, and often times i fail at constructing anything more around them.
Her smile is predatory; the sight of white teeth bared from behind red lips pins him in place. AJ folds into herself, trying to appear non-threatening, but he can see the hitch in the set of her shoulders that gives her away.
Punk shoves his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie. The hallway she's cornered him in is deserted, and he rolls his eyes internally at the complete isn't this always the case-ness of the situation. Still, he lets her come closer, lets her nip at his jaw. Indulging her little chase tends to end well for him.