Another short KaiXRei story in Reis point of view ENJOY!!
I let my fingers explore your bare chest. This isn't as fun as I hoped. Because I already know what you like. All those other boys have done this so many times before. So routine. Those boys always make the moves. Why? Why don't you ever make them?
And as much as I want you, I have wanted you. Not want, need? Need means you are a necessity to live. Well I guess I'm still living without you, but it isn't real. I pull away from you. I hand you your shirt. I feel so dirty. You mumble something. "Why did ya stop" I think. "shut up. You're drunk. Get some clothes on. Stop acting like a whore" the words spilled from my mouth.
I never thought I could let my words hurt you. I hope they haven't too bad. You look stricken by the comment. You put your clothes on and get up. "Don't you've been drinking" I warn you. "Don't tell me what to do" Dummy. Don't you see you need my direction? I take your keys from you. "I said 'don't' Go to bed" I tell you. I feel like a mother. I don't want to be your mother. I want to be your lover. You reach for your keys. You look so helpless. I can soften up.
I toss the keys away. Guide you back to your bed. I sit in it with you. Rocking you back and forth. I feel so motherly. You kiss me, not so sonly. I kiss you back knowing I shouldn't. I hate you for that. How you can make me regret everything.I regret sleeping with you. Kissing you. But I still want more. And I want it to mean more. I need it to. It can't be this way.
If it wasn't me it would be some random boy from some party. But I would never do what they do. You could give me a quick fuck, i'd try not to let it mean to much. But those boys. They give you all those drugs. Those boys encourage your behavior.Those boy don;t want you like I do. I don't wan you drunk though. "Can I fuck you?" You whisper seductively in my ear.
Yes, yes, yes! "No, stop. You're drunk." Why do I keep reminding you? You should know, you did the drinking. But I' not reminding you. It's myself. You'd never treat me like this if you weren't drunk. You put your hand down my pants. My body quakes and I consider to let you keep going. No. I pull at your arm. "Stop!" now I feel like a dog trainer. "please" you beg your hands grabbing at my pants.
I lay you down and get up. I watch your hands. They are beautiful. I want them in mine. I can't help it. I climb in bed with you and lace my fingers with yours. Tonight I'll pretend you aren't drunk. I'll pretend this could work, you know what you are doing, you don't just want to fuck me... so much to pretend. Why so much reality to delude? Becuase you made it that way. I hate loving you.