“Ik hou van jou, Klein Vogeltje.”


“Oh, fuck you!”
She hides a grin behind a hand,
a shirt sleeve,
a blanket—
whatever she has.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
A shit-eating grin on his face.
“I thought you liked that.”


“This is abuse of power!”
Her head ducks down beneath her desk,
out of view of her laptop.

“No, Little Bird. Just use of power.”


He laughs.
“You love it and you know it.”



“But I’m your jackass.”
The same shit-eating grin.
“You love me.”

A sigh,
but a smile.
She lifts her head.
“You’re still an asshole…”
The smile forces itself to a grin.
“…but yes, I love you regardless.”

She’s silent for a moment;
the grin morphs into a devious smirk.
Her voice softens,
her tone hushed—
a mere six words.


“You whorebag!”
His voice still an octave…
or two…
higher than normal.

The smirk widens;
it tells a tale of great pride.
“You’re not the only one that can “use” their power, my dear.”

Author: JamieMakesTendies

Student pursuing a degree in psychology with a concentration in clinical psych. I enjoy writing, watching baseball, foreign languages, and being a massive nerd.

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