True Desires

It was another one of those nights for Reid Garwin. He and the girl, faceless for all he could remember, had entered the room late and got straight to buisness. They were both buzzed on alcohol, her more than him of course. After all, no sober girl really had the idiocy to touch him because they all knew it was just a game to him. Get them in, relieve himself and get her out. That was it and that was all there ever would be.

Reid didn't really understand why he played this game anymore. He figured that it would have gotten old over time, but for some reason, it just didn't. Each time he got the girl, he felt the beast within him calm. As each girls arms slid down his body and worked him, he felt a like a piece of him that had been missing come back. But whenever he went without it, that beast grew, clawing at him more than the desire to Use.

This night was one of those nights. The beast was ripping at Reid's insides as he worked his way through the party, an entire bottle of Cuervo in his hands. His train of logic was something like this: If he couldn't snag a girl to shut the beast up then at least the hard alcohol could dull its claws and numb his insides.

Reid did as he did every night. He found another faceless girl and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist and gripping the skin there. They danced like that for maybe an hour, groins bumping against each other until they knew it was that time. The beast was roaring in pleasure as Reid led her off, driving her own car back to the dorms. He knew it was possible for him to get a DUI, and that, added to the fact that he didn't have his lisence on him, would add up to a really bad night on his part. The girl didn't really say or ask anything about his sobriety, too absorbed in kissing Reid's neck. Reid, however just wanted to get the game over with and get on with his own life

Reid was nearly at his wits end when they reached his dorm. He let the girl do all of the work, slipping his shirt over his shoulders as he kissed down his chest; letting his pants fall as she worked her way down further, doing whatever he saw fit.

After all of their buisness was completed, the two laid there. The girl, still in a drunken stupor, nuzzled close and wrapped an arm around him. Reid lifted a hand to shove her away, but then paused and gazed at her, his eyes softening. The beast was oddly satisfied with this, even though he could care less for the girl. This was the part he enjoyed the most; when the arms were wrapped around him and holding him close.

Hours later, after he'd sent the girl away, he still couldn't get it out of his head. The soft flesh of the girls skin pressed against his muscles, her soft face softened into a mask of innocence.

Could that be what the beast truly desired? Did the beast only want to feel needed, to truly feel someones warm pulse beneath his own. Could it be that the reason for his womanizing was because, deep down, he wanted to be loved.

Reid smirked a bit and crossed his arms behind his head. Even if it were true, he reasoned, he would never admit it.

As Reid rolled over and drifted off to sleep, the beast felt pleased. He had successfully coveyed his message to his master.

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AN: So my thoughts behind this were, yeah, Reid's an asshole and yeah, he might be a womanizer. But I tend to see the good in people and this was kind of it. Deep downReid's looking for love with every girl he uses. Love it or Hate it. Haha.