(Note: Explicit, NSFW, femslash, 7100+ word count)
“Darling, darling, we have to stop,” Lotor whispered hurriedly against your lips, pushing you back with resolute hands against your shoulders. You furrowed your brow, vexed, and tried to chase his lips but he pressed a long index finger to your eager mouth. “I really must get on with my work for the day.”
“Lotor—“ you hissed, frowning. “What’s the matter with you?”
He quirked a brow at you inquisitively. “The matter with me?” he echoed. “Preposterous question. There is nothing ‘the matter’.”
That did nothing to pacify you; in fact, it only goaded you on. “You’ve been acting strange!” Lowering your voice to a harsh whisper, you added, “You only came once last night.”
“Well, if you had opened yourself up to me just a bit more, perhaps I would have come more than once. You can do better than that, can’t you?”
Your cheeks burned hot with insult and shame. “What—!“
Lotor eyed you with mild disinterest, eyes half-lidded and chin resting lazily against his knuckles. When you did not move to leave, he asked, “Yes? Did you need anything else?”
That’s it.
Clenching your fists and gritting your teeth, you turned on your heel and tore down the cockpit aisle, eyes burning holes in the door you were about to leave out of. Lotor blinked owlishly, once, twice, before standing from his seat and reaching out to your quickly retreating back.
“W-Where are you going?” He sounded so genuinely confused that you almost pitied him. Almost. But the pressure building has finally released, and Lotor thinking he could mend you just by finally showing you some fucking attention was laughable. So you did just that: you laughed.
Maybe it was cruel, but you couldn’t stop letting out the cold barks of laughter. “Where else? Anywhere but here!” you exclaimed. You refused to let the ugly, angry tears fall so you dug your knuckles into your eye sockets to stave them off. “I don’t want to be anywhere I’m not wanted.” Sure, you were acting childish. Sure, it was juvenile to storm noisily out of a room in anger—but you were feeling neglected and damn were you going to do it.
The doors slid open as you approached them and the Generals strolled through, ready to clock in for the day. One by one, they filed in, first Acxa, then Ezor, Zethrid then Narti.
Acxa raised a hand her hand to you in greeting. “Good morning—“
You brushed past her coldly, checking her with your shoulder on the way. You did not even stop to apologize, which was very unlike yourself.
Lotor called out your name, and you swore you heard it waver but you were too far gone to be consoled. Without even looking back, you shot him a middle finger over your shoulder.
With a final huff and upturn of your nose, you charged out of the control room to the only place you know Lotor couldn’t follow.
Toad's Cave 