A/N
Well I decided to write drabbles about couples and their uh inspired by shuffled songs from my iPod.
These drabbles will range from K-M depends on how I decided to write them and there will be a lot of different pairings: Straight, Gay, Lesbian. If one of those offend you then I wouldn't recommend reading this.
Pairing: RikuSora
Song: Undo It; Cerrie Underwood
Warnings: Maybe oocness, drama, self-sacrificing (if you look at it that way), mentions of sex, and cussing. That's about it.
Rating: M
Roxas warned me about him, everyone warned me about him.
But by then it was already too late, I was too far gone to care what they told me. To far gone to care about what he was known for. It didn't matter to me that he was known to be a notorious player who only ever fucked-and-moved-on. And that his relationships were next to none and when he bothered to be in a relationship, it only lasted for a week; never more and never less.
It was too late and when we clashed in a passionate mess it didn't occur to me that I'd only ever be another one of his fuck-and-move-on's or his weekly flings. Because by then, I unintentionally gave him my heart. I'm not exactly sure how it happened. Did it happen when I first slept with him? Or did it happen when I first set my eyes on his tall form? Or was it when our eyes locked? Or…or when we first kissed? They way our breathes mingled together, his hands curling against my hip and tangling in my hair. My hands tangling in his hair and desperately grabbing the back of his neck to force our lips closer together.
Or maybe when we engaged in a desperate act of sexual gratification uncaring of the consequences or what would lie a head of us. No what mattered was us together wrapped tightly around each other, the room growing hot and sweaty. His hands on me, burning me where he touched.
My friends warned me about the devishly handsome silverette with aquamarine eyes and a smile that ripped the very breathe from me. They warned me. They told me that everyone he's with is left with heartbreak. So I shouldn't have been surprised when the next time we saw each other, he acted as if I wasn't important. As if I was something less then what I am. As if I was less then nothing.
I tried not to care, really I did. I tried to get over him and I tried to move on because really, how can a one-night stand turn me into a whimpering love-struck fool? I was stronger than that-I mean at least I thought I was. I wanted to undo it. I wanted to take back what he took from me. I wanted everything back and believe me I was trying my hardest to take it back.
Then he came back into my life and I found myself not caring if he had it anymore. It was his as far as I was concerned. My friends saw a problem with that, told me not to torture myself anymore and to, simply, move on. But it wasn't that easy and when I turned it on them they were speechless. I left it at that and continued being what Riku wanted me to be.
A fuck buddy with no strings attached.
Though ironic enough it had strings attached and he may not have noticed but I sure did. Every time we met up and rolled around in the sack, I noticed. I noticed that I'd never be what he was to me. Noticed that no matter how many times we slept together or how many times we touched each other, he would never give me what I wanted. And pathetically enough I was okay with that. I'd rather have him the way he is then not have him at all. It was okay if I just had his body at least I still had him. And really, it was better than nothing.
Roxas warned me they all did.
A/N
Oh dear look how that turned out. Erm…I hope you like it and please R&R
I'm sorry if there's glaring errors, I've never been good at grammar and punctuation. So uh if you notice anything let me know and I'll fix it right away! :D
~Lovely