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Ersatz

an imitation or a substitute, usually an inferior one

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It's hot.

I breathe in the musky scent of sweat and sex in the air as our bodies grind together in desperation. My claws dig into your shoulders as I hold on for dear life, trying not to scream as you thrust upwards and nearly jolt me off your lap. You laugh at my face, whisper lowly about how cute it is and how much you'd love to pinch it right now if your hands weren't occupied. I ignore you, flinching slightly as you grab my rear and remind of why exactly your hands are busy. I clench my jaw, my fists, dig my claws deeper in your shoulders until I feel blood trail down my fingers. I smile at my small victory as you hiss in pain and whine.

Pathetic.

It's hard to ignore you, but I try anyway. I close my eyes and pretend that the skin against me is not soft and smooth but rough and scarred. I pretend that the voice whispering dirty nothings in my ear is lower and huskier. I pretend that the hands grasping my hips are larger and more possessive.

It's so easy to pretend when my eyes are closed.

Warmth pools at the bottom of my belly and I gasp as you groan, your release overflowing from my body and trailing down my thighs. Even as I bite my lip, I can't help but let out a soft cry as I release on your chest, my body clenching in response. I wrap my arms around you and lean against your shoulder, refusing to meet your eyes even after you laugh and try to coerce me to stand.

When I finally open my eyes, my hands are tangled in rich dark hair. I watch as those silky, dark strands trail through my fingers and I shiver in delight. Suddenly, I'm no longer stowed away in a darkened corner of the school in the arms of a desperate social outcast. Suddenly, I'm under the stars, hidden only by the dark of the night and in the arms of a social outcast with a hero complex.

The clouds soon pass and a hollow feeling encompasses me as those dark strands fade away to reveal a mop of fiery red hair. Your voice calls out to me and I can no longer pretend that it's his now that the act is over.

"H-hey? Z-zim? Buddy? You okay? You can get off now."

I close my eyes; I pretend.

"Zim is fine worm-baby."

"O-okay, if you say so. S-so uh, are we, by any chance, going to do this again?"

"...Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."

Edit: Updated on 10/14/12

Author's Notes:

Revamped Version. ThoughI still feel like hitting myself over the head repeatedly. I wanted to add a beginning and add more to the ending but I feel like it would have ruined it. This is meant to be short and sweet(?) so I didn't want to add too much. Still, I hope I made it a little easier to understand.