Love Ridden

font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'>By: ChaoticSpecter

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font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'> She
sat with her back against the wall, cigarette hanging delicately between her
fingers, and she wondered -although not for the first time- what the hell she
was doing with him. Her gaze shifted to the lone figure sprawled on the bed,
the brunette strands of hair peeking out from under a pillow. She thought about
their relationship -if you could even call it one- and sighed.

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had shit in common. They rarely saw each other outside of the bedroom and when
they did, they rushed to the nearest secluded spot for a quick fuck. The only
thing holding them together was sex--it was pitiful. She brought the cigarette
to her lips and took a long drag. She watched him shift in sleep and her eyes
automatically roamed the pale planes of his flesh, taking in everything she had
long ago committed to memory.

font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'> She
found him gorgeous, his attractiveness potent in its subtlety. She eyed the
deceptively frail looking frame and shuddered at the thought of the strength
she knew it held, the strength she felt when he held her as they moved together
under the cover of night. A sharp pang of lust lanced through her at the
thoughts. Oh yes, sex was all that was keeping them together.

font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'> Although,
there were times when she wished it wasn’t so, that there was more sustaining
their relationship, something like love. She didn’t know when she started to
think these thoughts, but some time over the course of the six months they were
together it happened. She wanted more than lust, she wanted passion, affection,
devotion…She wanted everything, she wanted him to belong to her.

font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'> Then
she would remember that they had nothing in common outside of sex, that they
would most likely go off and cheat on each other in the morning, that she
couldn’t stand his company for more than an hour outside of the bedroom. She
shook her head causing short red locks to fly into her face before being pushed
back behind small ears.

font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'> She
finished off her cigarette and got up to sort her clothes from the pile that
lay on the floor. She pulled the torn blue jeans on as soon as she found them,
her shirt however, proved harder to find. Normally she would have left the
shirt there and come back to find it later, but this shirt had sentimental
value. It was a gift from Taichi and Yamato, her best friends, she didn’t want
it to be holed up in this apartment for God knows how long, especially since
she abused it the way she did wearing it every other day; she loved it, it was
her favorite shirt. She eventually
found it just outside the bedroom door lying in the same place it had been
dropped when Satoshi pulled it off of her.

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clothed, she walked over to the bed leaning over the body that lay sprawled
across it. She gazed at him silently for a while before turning to leave the
room altogether. Finally out of the apartment she silently told herself she
wouldn’t see him again, but she knew as he knew, that she would be back as soon
as se thought about him. She sighed damning herself for her weakness.

font-family:\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'> She
shook her head again while pulling another cigarette out of her bag and
lighting it. Nothing could be done about it now, she would eventually get over
him she knew--after all it was only lust.
She gave a self-depreciating laugh as she stepped outside the apartment
building and gazed up at the window of the apartment she had just left for a
few moments before turning away and beginning the walk home.

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found it oddly fitting that the Child of Love never managed to have a
meaningful relationship. It only made too much sense to her--she was supposed
to be devoted to the happiness of others, not herself. She didn’t matter; the
most she seemed to be able to achieve was lust. A powerful mind-consuming lust
so strong it caused her entire frame to shake from its intensity. Lust, the
pleasures of the body, she couldn’t move beyond it. But now was not the time to
dwell on these things. It was never the time, not for her.

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A/N:
\"Palatino Linotype\";color:red\'>This is fic just came to me as I was waking
up--it had to be written. Leave your thoughts.

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