@chosenwars

       Old habits die hard, apparently. Doing her best to tidy up his otherwise very messy office, she’d noticed the koala’s stress being taken out on his pen. Besides hoping she’s never unknowingly used that pen of his to write anything ( drool and spit were small things Judy tried to steer clear from ), it was oddly distracting. Paw movements slowed in their motion to smooth out a stack of papers, lifted and tapped against the wooden dresser— but even as she attempted to ignore it, violet eyes couldn’t help but peer in Buster’s direction.

       Another paw tousled through the grey fur upon his head. Judy eyed it curiously before her attention drifted back down to the end of the pen, in which both teeth and tongue were briefly visible every now and then after a note was taken. Shoulders stiffened and a huffed breath brought her focus back to the task at hand— even so..  she remained frozen in place, and ears keen to listening to the gentle gnawing that didn’t seem to stop. It was a tiny thing, something she shouldn’t even be entirely bothered by—but here she was, practically glowering at the wall. 

       Suddenly, Judy twists around to march over to his desk where he sat, hopping up easily. Leaning over, she stresses, “ Can I just.. — ” before plucking the poor pen out of his paws, and held carefully with only the tips of her fingers at the end where he didn’t chew. Expecting some sort of bewildered expression, her face softens. “ Before you end up with no pen and an upset stomach, how about we grab something to eat? We both know you’ll work a lot better after you’ve had a sandwich— ”

       And she’ll hopefully gain a little piece of mind and be spared from his distractions; sensitive hearing was both a blessing and a curse sometimes.

       Mouths pressed harshly together, incidentally clashing teeth as frenzied movements were led by hands and paws that clawed at the layers that separated them— it was only a matter of time till Judy fell with her backside to the bed.

       Her movements had spawned from the sensation of finger tips tearing at her clothing, Judy shifted her weight as to move from beneath him and adopt a more dominating role— desire fueling the impulses of the bunny’s usually collected mind. Such bold changes didn’t seem to bode too well with her partner as his body pressed firmly down upon her— the force of it resulting in a breath escaping past Judy’s lips in a winded gasp. Although, the noise was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the heated exhales shared between the two, the exception being that rather than feeling trembles creep down her spine and to her abdomen—her blood instead ran cold to the sight of a gun staring her down. And then, the cool metal touching the temple of her head.

       Even just seeing such a weapon grasped in Ratchet’s hand was only something to be expected—and yet in this setting? For it to be so quickly used against her left Judy stunned. His words brushed her ears, although not in a way someone would typically speak to their lover, but rather in a spit of rage held deep within him. It was his eyes that worried her the most; that same bone-chilling, unfeeling glare that reminded her of how he looked after ever single battle in the dome.

       Her thoughts took that unpleasant cascade and left her feeling nauseous.

       Suddenly aware of her surroundings, pain made itself known in unexpected places— possible bruises and marks that’d gone unnoticed in the heat of the moment til the gun had appeared and fresh adrenaline pushed her out of that fog of lust. Almost afraid he could somehow hear how loudly her heart was hammering fearfully in her chest, Judy attempted to squirm out of his grasp, but to no avail. In a different setting she may have been able to hold her own, however in such close proximity she was no match against him.

        Regaining clarity, her words came out hoarsely between heartbeats, her breathing sharp and heavy. “ R-ratchet .. .  ” Her voice was as steady and firm as she could manage, which wasn’t much for it came out in more of a shiver than she’d like. With violet eyes locking onto green, Judy swallowed down to try to speak over the lump in her throat, and went for attempt two. “ Ratchet. Get that gun—away from me. ”