Your lips trembled. Your tongue licked over your lips, longing for the taste of plain, cool water.

Jacob noticed the shimmer in your eyes. It made him smile.

"Come on.", he held the bottle towards you, shaking it a bit to create the sound of waves. "Take it. It'll be good. I know it's hard to not drink for days. The first sip will taste like heaven."

He shook the bottle again.

The sound of water filled your ears. Your fingers twitched and your hand wanted to grab it.

But you hesitated.

Your hand stopped a few centimetres away.

With a questioning look on his face, he tilted his head.

"What's wrong, pup?", he asked, coming even closer. "Come. I'll allow you to have it."

You swallowed thickly, still thinking. Your mouth opened and you wanted to say something, but you closed it again. Buying your lips, you lowered the outstretched hand again.

"Out it down.", you demanded in a calm voice.

Jacob frowned.

"What?"

"The bottle. Put it down. I'll get it myself. Don't touch it, please."

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at you. Then, a smile formed on his face. With a heavy laughter, he threw his head back. It made his chest vibrate and filled the cool night air with some sort of warmth and life.

But as the laughter died down, Jacob's face froze again and his eyes slimmed.

"You're not in the position to make demands.", he said and pulled his hand back to take another big sip from the bottle. "But I guess you're not desperate enough to take anything from me. Not even a small act of kindness."

You had to swallow thickly as your eyes followed the movement of his throat as he swallowed. You could taste the water on your dried out tongue. You were able to feel how refreshing it would be.

It was like torture.

As he took another sip, a thin trail of water slipped out from between his lips and made its way down his throat.

In that moment, all self control left your body. Your hand rushed forward and with the last remaining strength your fingers locked around his collar.

It took him by surprise, he stopped drinking and threw a quick glance down.

But you were quicker than his reflex and pulled him towards you.

His chest hit against the metal bars, a low growl escaped him.

You stretched your neck, squeezing your face a bit through the cage and began to lick the small trail of water on his neck. He tasted a bit salty, but clean and the surface of his skin seemed a lot smoother than expected.

The few drops of water that were stuck it tasted like heaven. A soft sigh escaped you as they slowly crawled down your throat and made your mouth produce salvia again. It was just water, not even enough to be considered a sip, but it tasted like the liquor of the gods in that very moment.

A soft sound escaped Jacob as he noticed the feeling of your tongue trailing over his skin. He tried leaning backwards, it get rid of you, but stopped as he noticed with how much force you were holding onto him.

A shiver crawled down his spine, but he could help and somehow feel a bit drawn to this moment.

It was a weird situation, he had to admit, but he let it happen anyways. For some reason, he enjoyed this feeling that was slowly growing inside of his body.

Over and over again, you tried licking his skin, hoping for more than just those few little drops. But there was nothing no more.

A whimper escaped you. The grip around his collar loosened.

"Pup.", Jacob grabbed your hand and forced you to let go of him. "You're acting like a horny bitch."

He grinned, shaking the bottle in his hand to catch your attention.

Immediately, your eyes jumped to the bottle and your free hand tried to grab it.

But he pulled his hand back and raised it so high into the air that it was impossible for you to reach.

"Look at me.", he demanded.

You obeyed.

The smile on his face grew.

In the dark, the light seemed to melt with his ginger hair. The sound of cracking firewood and the smell of smoke mixed. He looked like he was made of fire himself.

Maybe he was the devil. Maybe that was why he decided to torture you.

Maybe he had found somebody to distract his disturbed mind with.

Maybe that was why he did what he did.

Your lips moved, dry and cracked like stone in the desert.

"What..?", speaking hurt.

Your voice scratched your throat like a thousand knives.

Swallowing hurt.

Jacob put the bottle to his lips. He was still smiling, his eyes were locked with yours.

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"Look closely.", he said and let his tongue lick over the wet brim of the bottle. "Let me see how desperate you are. Show me. Make me feel it."

He took a small sip.

But he did not swallow.

With a smile on his sealed lips, he lowered his head and looked at you through halfway closed eyes. He was waiting, thrilled about what would happen.

Why did he feel this way?

Why did he like this sight so much, you laying on front of him, closer to death than to life?

Your eyelids flickered, a soft breath escaped you.

There was nothing to loose no more. Your dignity was already long gone. Your will to live was decreasing by the second.

And yet.

The longing for water made you go insane.

And it was right there. Water. Trapped in his mouth.
All you had to do was lean forward, grab him and take what you desired more than life itself. Just one small movement, one moment of instinct.

Any other time you would have thought of this as disgusting. But not in that moment. In that moment it was what needed to be done.

And you did it.

You grabbed him by the collar again, pushed yourself off the ground and pulled him towards you. Hungry, your lips pressed onto his.

You could taste his smile.