Your Love is My Drug

So, this is something new I'm trying out – a six shot for my friend Carissa – Miamitravel – I hope this is worth reading! Title/song credit to Kesha for Your Love Is My Drug
Enjoy!

Maybe I need some rehab or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession; I'm seeing it in my dreams. I'm looking down every alley; I'm making those desperate calls. I'm staying up all night hoping, hitting my head against the wall.

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"Hey," I hear from behind me, just as I put on the finishing touches to my outfit. I turn to see Cody leaning into the doorway of my hotel room, a smirk lights up the features of his face, his blue eyes sparkled my way.

"There you are," I smile toward him, lost in his appearance.

He picks himself up off the doorway and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and propping his chin on my shoulder. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he says into my ear. "I hope I'm not too late."

I pout my lip slightly and shake my head. "Nah, you're right on time" I reply.

He chuckles as his fingers play with the belt loops to my jeans. "So what do you have planned for tonight?" he asks. I could feel the coolness of his breath tickle the soft skin of my neck.

"Well," I hesitate slightly. "You do owe me a rematch in Mario Kart," I remind him.

Cody lifts his head, his chin leaving my shoulder; he brushes his faces into my hair. "Right here?" he asks. "Right now?" he sounds slightly disappointed, as if that wasn't what he had planned for our evening.

"Yes," I smile. "Unless, Cody, you're too afraid that you're going to lose?" I turn myself in his arms to face him, my hands resting on his chest. "It's understandable really, I wouldn't want to face me either," I tease him, smiling ever so sweetly.

He arches an eyebrow at me while trying to hold back a laugh. "You lost three times the other night," he comments.

I giggle slightly. "That's because all you know how to do is cheat, Cody Runnels," I say, messing with the first two buttons on his navy button-up shirt.

"Oh, really?" he questions. "Well then, you're on Cassie." He challenges me.

I walk over to my television, untangle a controller and hand it off to him, afterward turning on my game console and then join him on my bed, sitting in the center of his lap. "Promise you won't cry when you lose?" he teases me as he smirks down upon me.

"I won't cry," I reply. "I'm not going to lose this time," I stick my tongue out at him.

"We'll just have to see about that," he comments, lightly tapping my cheek to get me to put my tongue back into my mouth. I laugh as we pick out of characters; he chose Yoshi and I chose Toad.

We were literally tied for most of the game, trying to throw each other off the track with turtle shells and banana peels. Cody was an excellent gamer, he was better at it than most of the other guys – especially when Smackdown vs. Raw would come out and to promote it, they'd have all of the Superstars at this gamers expo – Runnels would beat anyone who crossed his path and took up the challenge. I wasn't one to give up so easily though, and he knew that all too well. We were coming up to the last lap and he was in the lead as well. Just as we were making it around the last turn, I shot out a turtle shell his way, a smile struck my face, and I was feeling pretty slick. My joy was cut short as he moved out of the way before it could actually get him, he plops a banana peel just as I was rear ending him, throwing me backward. Cody passed the finish line and won first place.

"Yes!" he threw up his arms in victory. "I won again!" he says.

I put my controller down and got up and shut off the television. "You're such a cheater!" I roll my eyes as I shut down the console and begin to roll up the controllers.

"Aw, c'mon Carissa stop being such a sore loser," Cody replies as he gets off the bed. "I won fair," he points out.

"Crapping out a banana peel right as I'm about to pass you is not fair, that's called cheating!" I respond. "I don't want to play with you anymore, you're such a cheater!"

Cody rolls his eyes. "You're over reacting about this,"

He goes to put his arms around me but I stop him. "Knock it off!" I force him off. "I don't like it when you try to be a bad ass!"

"Fine, whatever," he replies. "Be that way,"

I felt horrible as I roll the second controller up and put it back on the dresser. I turn back to Cody who stood with his arms crossed at his chest, a frown laid upon his lips and he just all around looked disappointed.

"I'm sorry," I mumble as I get closer to him. "You're right," I confess. "I shouldn't complain about it, it's just a game," My hands lay at his waist and give him my perfect impression of puppy dog eyes. "Can you ever forgive me?" I ask.

"I don't know," he replies, his arms unmoving, the look in his eyes still stern. Cody was untouchable; it would take a lot more than just the look to get him to cave.

"Well," I began, as I wrap my arms around his neck "If you don't forgive me, then how can you ever expect this again…" I trail off, pressing my lips gently against his neck; I knew sooner or later he'd give in. I could hear a light groan escape him as I move slowly down his neck. "If you don't forgive me…" I trail again, my hands nonchalantly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the while wife-beater underneath.

He was slowly starting to uncoil, I could tell by the way he uncrossed his arms and let his dress shirt slip off of him and hit the floor. Cody's eyes met mine after I slip my shirt above my head and let it fall near his but then they moved down to plain red bra; Cody broke.

The strength of his arms as they engulf me was enough to bring me to my knees. Our bodies tightly press against one another and before I knew it, I was getting way too into this. "And if I do forgive you?" he questions in a whisper.

"Hmm…" I pretend to think, as my arms stretched behind my back to unclip my bra. When I felt the last clip go, I slide the straps off my shoulders and down off my arms. "Does that answer your question?" I ask, a huge grin on my face, as I look up to his wide stricken eyes and then down to the bulge that was becoming in his jeans, I giggle slightly.

Cody swings me around and throws me down on the hotel room bed; I break out into an unstoppable giggle as his touch takes over my entire body. We undress bit by bit, teasing each other to keep up the pleasure. The rush that I felt when things between us really got dirty between us was enough to wake me up, and it did.

A soft moan escapes me as I sit up in my bed, rubbing my eyes a bit just to get myself to see straight. I lean over to the night table and turn on the lamp, checking the time on the clock; it was three-forty-seven.

My breathing was heavy, probably on a count of my reoccurring wet dreams about my business partner, who was lying in the bed next to mine. This was an every night basis, it was turning into a fetish and, I wasn't able to control how I was beginning to feel about it all.

This will be another sleepless night, full of old cartoon reruns; oh boy.

I think I rewrote this like four times, so I hope its really worth posting, second chapter will, hopefully, be up soon :D Subscribe, review, alert, favorite and all that good stuff. Thanks for reading, I appreciate the love and support...Hope you like it so far, Carissa! :D