The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sage/Violets POV
I take a deep breath, bracing myself to face the man who has been showing up in my nightmares since I got out of the hospital.
I shake off the memories and push through the door to the interrogation room, standing tall and walking confidently into the room as though I was born to be here.
"Nice to see you Violet, looking lovely as always," Michael says sarcastically as I shut the door behind me.
I sit across from him, his bright blue eyes watching me like a hawk.
"Why did you do it?" I ask softly, forcing myself to look at him.
An unhappy smirk graces his face before he answers. "You seriously haven't figured it out yet? I suppose you wouldn't have though, for a detective you're pretty clueless."
"Excuse me?" I say offended. He doesn't know anything about me! How dare he be so rude.
"Look at me Violet," he demands. "Really look at me."
I grudgingly follow his request and take in his appearance. The piercings he had have been removed, making him look younger than before. His skin is smooth and pale and his dark hair hangs limply onto his forehead. He has dark circles under his eyes and his lips are cracked and dry. Something about him tickles a memory at the edge of my mind but I can't seem to grasp it.
"Okay..?" I say with confusion. Why did he ask me to look at him? I know what he looks like.
"You're a fucking idiot Violet Sage," he says in awe, shaking his head.
"Well you're a fucking monster," I spit at him. "How could you betray me like that! What did I ever do to you?"
"What did you ever do to me?" He scoffs. "What didn't you do to me is a better question!"
"What are you talking about?" I ask softly. Maybe he's going crazy, that's the only explanation for his insane behavior. I'm about to walk out of the room and tell Daniel it's useless, he's never going to give motive, but Michael starts speaking in a low tone that captures my attention.
"You ruined my life," he says softly, his words emotionless. "I was seventeen years old and you ruined my life."
We sit in silence, staring at each other until he continues.
"Six years ago Violet," his voice is soft as he looks at me with those bright blue eyes. Six years ago my parents died, but what does that have to do with anything? "Or I suppose I met you seven years ago actually," he corrects himself.
"I met you last year," I mumble in confusion. I never knew Michael before last year at the earliest, I don't think I even knew anyone named Michael as a teenager.
"No you didn't," he insists. "Seven years ago, we met when you decided to explore the school campus."
No.
"You went around behind the building. You were wearing a purple shirt, it made your boobs look good. I remember that," he seems to have forgotten that I'm even in the room, instead just fondly recalling the memory to himself. "Your hair was in a ponytail, but it was messy even though you tried to keep it smooth. Your hair was always like that back then, no matter how hard you tried it was always a little messy."
"You seemed so surprised to see people smoking," he chuckles. "You were so innocent. But I do recall that I took that from you. That was fun, wasn't it?" He looks at me with a smirk, waiting for an answer that I can't seem to give.
But looking into his eyes everything falls into place. I don't know how I could have been so oblivious before. I look into his eyes, the bright blue color that teen me thought was beyond gorgeous. I picture his hair blonde instead of brown, longer as well. He's gotten paler over the years too. I guess being in prison would do that to someone. The piercings and tattoos made him look like a completely different person. But underneath that, he's the same. I don't know how I couldn't see it. I guess I just trusted that I could trust him, I didn't question it. My heart rate starts to pick up as he continues talking.
"It was very fun, you cried a little bit though but after that you liked it. You're the only girl whose virginity I took, did I ever tell you that?" He babbles. "Anyways you were so innocent but then you became such a badass when we started going out, god it was hot. And you would do anything I asked, that was great. I can't even remember how many times you snuck out just because I asked you to, sometimes you wouldn't even ask why you had to sneak out, you would just do it."
This can't be happening.
"I never really loved you though, I said I did but you were always kind of a princess. I didn't need that in my life. I was going to dump you after our last night together but you had to go and fuck that up, didn't you princess?" His voice turns harsh, his words slicing through me. "You had to go and fuck up my entire life that night."
"Shut up," I say softly.
"So you've finally figured it out," he says with a smirk.
"How did you get out?" I ask, staring at his satisfied expression.
"Good behavior," he says and his smile widens.
"Fuck you," is the only response I can think of.
"You know I was so close to finally ruining you, finally ending your life like you ended mine," he contemplates. "While you are, unfortunately, still alive, I do take pride in knowing your life is destroyed because of me."
"How dare you," I whisper.
He narrows his eyes and looks at me with a pissed off expression. "How dare I? How dare you! You blamed me for something I didn't even do! I was thrown in prison because they decided to try me as an adult!"
"Go to hell," I say angrily before standing and walking towards the door.
"I'll see you there!" He shouts. "Violet Sage Rosalie Marks, this isn't the last you'll be seeing me."
"I'm counting on it Collin," I say over my shoulder. "I'm fucking counting on it."
~
I climb into bed, still not adjusting to the sling trapping my arm.
"How'd it go?" Harry finally asks. I've been silent since I got home from the police station.
"Fine," I mutter, propped against the plush pillows.
Harry yanks his shirts off and looks at me warily.
"Sage, love, I know how difficult it was for you to go there and talk to him," he says bitterly. "I wish I could have gone with you."
"You know that wouldn't have been a good idea," I sigh and he sinks into the bed next to me.
"God what are you doing to me," he groans and throws an arm over my midsection.
"Making you lovable," I tease and poke his cheek.
He smiles and his dimples show as he pulls away from me, kissing my cheek in the process.
"You're killing me Sage," he says and leans back into the pillow.
"What do you mean?" I ask curiously and he looks over at me, his bright green eyes twinkling in the dim lighting.
"I mean around you I'm all soft and romantic," he groans.
I can't help but smile and use my good arm to poke his bare stomach. "I like you soft," I tease.
A mischievous grin lights up his face and he rolls on top of me.
"You're heavy," I observe as he leans on me. He places his forearms on either side of me, relieving his weight off of me.
"Better?" He asks cheekily.
"A little," I say with a smile.
"Good," he mumbles and presses his lips to mine gently. I loop my arm around his neck as we kiss, my other arm trapped between our bodies.
The kiss rapidly heats up and pull him closer to me, wanting to be as close to him as I possibly can. Who knows how much longer I'll get to be around him.
"Sage," he groans into the kiss and one of his large hands travels up my shirt, everywhere his hand touches my skin it leaves tingles.
His hand gropes at my chest, kneading one of my breasts. He tugs the fabric of my bra back and his hand roughly kneads the skin. I moan in pleasure at the sensation, not breaking the kiss.
His hot mouth moves from mine and travels down my neck, leaving sloppy kisses as he travels down my body. He undoes the sling and frees my arm. I stretch out my arm above me and gasp as he trails kisses down, tugging the top of my t-shirt down. He pulls me up into a sitting position and hastily tugs my shirt up over my head. I grab his shirt and yank it up as well, not as easily as he did.
I groan in frustration as his shirt gets stuck and he chuckles before helping me get it off of him. I stare at his newly exposed chest and gently trace my finger along his tattoos. He gasps and I glance up to see his hooded green eyes staring at me in pleasure.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers as we look at each other, our hands grazing over each other's bare skin.
I lean forwards and kiss him roughly, using both hands to pull him towards me. The bandages around my arm make things more difficult, but at this point I don't care. He undoes my bra and pulls it off gently, kissing every inch of my chest.
I roll us over so I'm on top of him and I trail kisses down his chest, he groans as I move down his toned stomach to the waistband of his pants. I grin and slide down his pants, his hips buck towards me as I do so and I chuckle.
I toss his pants off to the side and slide my hand down his boxers, just barely grazing the skin.
"Fuck," he swears and his hands quickly move to where mine is inside his boxers.
"No," I say sternly and push his hands away before quickly yanking his boxers down, his hardened length springing free. Without hesitation I place myself astride his knees. I grab his length in my small hands and begin to stroke it gently. He groans in pleasure and the sounds urges me to continue. His dick throbs in my hands, the tip red. I bring my lips to the tip and blow gently, eliciting a string of curses from Harry. With a sly smile I slip him into my mouth, being careful to keep my teeth from touching him. My hair falls in a curtain around me as I suck deeply. I massage his balls as I hollow out my cheeks. I pump him in and out of my mouth.
"Fuck babe I'm gonnna-" he shouts but is cut off by moans of sheer pleasure forcing themselves out of his lips. I glance up at him through my eyelashes and see his hands gripping the sheets around him so hard his knuckles are white. His eyes are skewed shut as pure elation plays at his features.
"Sage--" he warns, his voice strained. I continue sucking harder and harder until one of his hands leaves the sheets to twine in my hair. Moments later I feel warm liquid shoot down my throat. I force myself to keep it in until he's done and I slowly slide him out of my mouth. The salty taste of his excitement coats the inside of my mouth and I swallow it down as I lean back onto his legs.
His breath comes in short gasps as his length flops back onto his bare stomach.
"Holy shit," he mutters and slowly opens his bright green eyes to look at me. "That was fun."
I smile in agreement and crawl up his body till our noses are inches from touching.
"Glad you enjoyed it," I say softly and press a kiss to his lips.
He breaks off the kiss much sooner than I would have preferred and sits up so that I'm sitting on top of him.
"Your turn," he whispers huskily in my ear, his curls brushing against my cheek. He slowly shoves my pants down and I assist him in getting them off until I'm left in my panties.
He rolls us over and spreads my legs open so that he can fit between them before slowly sliding my panties down my legs. He kisses the inside of my thigh and I shudder as he removes the underwear from my legs and tosses it behind him. Instinctively I begin to shut my legs but he pushes them back open before giving me a cheeky smile.
"This'll be fun," he grins before disappearing between my legs. His soft lips graze the inside of my thigh, almost at my entrance. My hips involuntarily push towards him and he chuckles, looking up at me as he sticks one of his fingers in his mouth before slowly sliding it between my folds and into me. The filling sensation causes me to close my eyes and moan in pleasure. He begins to slowly pump in and out of me and I feel his tongue begin to lick at my clitoris, causing bursts of intense pleasure.
"Oh Harry," I gasp as he slides another finger into me. I feel myself growing wet as he slowly pumps both fingers in and out of me, his slow speed causing me to grow anxious. I squirm uncontrollably.

"Fuck Harry faster," I gasp, my entire body trembling.
"Anything you say princess," he says cheekily from between my legs and his pace instantly picks up. The warmth spreading in my stomach causes me to gasp and I grab his curly hair roughly, pushing him closer to me. His tongue slips inside me with his fingers and I cry out as his other hand rubs my clitoris.
"Shit Harry I'm so close," I whimper and he abruptly pulls his fingers and tongue out of me. "No no no," I gasp, wanting him to continue until I can come.
He lays down next to me. "Come here," he commands, his voice gruff.
I comply willingly, needing him to make me finish. I straddle him above his waist, unsure of what he wants me to do. He grins evilly at me before his hands cup my ass and upper thighs, pushing me roughly towards his face. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize what he's making me do. Normally, I would protest to the action but right now the burning desire in my lady parts is making me agree. I grab his curls as my knees rest on either side of his head. I glance down to see his bright green eyes looking at me mischievously before I feel his tongue slip inside me.
I've been given oral before, but I've never sat on someone's face. Let me tell you, it is definitely good. I moan as his large hands cup my ass, squeezing tightly. I cry out as I finally find release, he continues sliding his tongue in and out of me as I release on top of him.
When I'm finally done I pant, my breathing irregular. I move back off of his face and sit astride his chest. I lean down and lick my excitement off of his face as he grins at me.
"You're amazing," he says seriously as my lips meet his. The saltiness of my excitement mingles in our passionate kiss and he flips us over so that I'm once again underneath him. Without hesitation he slides into me, I groan into our kiss as I adjust to his size filling me. He slowly pulls back before slamming back into me.
"Harry!" I shout out and my nails dig into his back.

He pulls out and slams back into me again and again, his arms wrapping around me and pulling my back off the bed to be flush against him. I hook my legs around his waist loosely as he pushes in and out of me. The familiar warmth in the bottom of my stomach rises up rapidly.
"Harry I'm gonna-" I gasp out before feeling myself release with him inside of me. He continue thrusting through my orgasm and moments later I feel him release into me as well before collapsing on top of me.
"Holy hell," he says huskily as our hearts beat wildly.
He hoists himself and slowly pulls back out of me, I flinch as he comes completely out and flops onto the bed next to me.
"That was amazing," he breathes. I glance over to see an incredulous look on his face. He turns towards me and tucks my hair behind my ear. "I love you," he says reverently.
I look over at him sadly and cuddle into his chest.
"You barely know me," I whisper, keeping my voice even and hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
"Doesn't matter, I love you," he says surely.
"You shouldn't," I just barely say, but he hears me.
"I've fallen for you," he says softly. "And I'm afraid I don't think I can get back up."
I kiss his cheek and press my face into the pillow to hide the tears that spill out of my eyes.

Notes

Intense chapter I guess.
DID YOU FREAK OUT WHEN DISCOVERING MICHAEL IS COLLIN? WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT?
IS SAGE GOING TO LEAVE HARRY OR CONTINUE THE INVESTIGATION?
DOES SHE LOVE HIM?
PLEASE PLEASE VOTE IT TAKES TWO SECONDS AND IT MEANS A LOT