The sounds reverberated around the room, bouncing repeatedly in to both pairs of ears, or maybe they were just making that much noise?
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I should have been enjoying this, I should have been screaming just as much as him, but I wasn't.
The bedsheets tangled over us in a binding mass, keeping out sweating, tiring bodies together in the frenzied heat of this...moment. His breath was in my ear, causing more pleasure than I had ever experienced before, and yet, it still wasn't enough. It wasn't his fault. No, not his, never his, always mine. It was mine for the taking yet he was always the one to take it from me. A subordinate thief, a mass of gentle pride and ferocious will. A will that could overthrow mine.
"Number II" The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Foreign letters so familiar to my working tongue, but this wasn't working. No. This wasn't a business call, as I wasn't a prostitute, not at that time at least. No, this was a social call, but not a rare one to say the least.
I managed to open my eyes. What I saw, somehow didn't disgust me. Two bodies joined together, scarred skin on smoother flesh, bony hips on plumper thighs, my thighs. My flesh. The pain had gone almost completely now, and the bit that remained was mostly my last piece of dignity dyeing. But I didn't care. Not right now, not while this lasted.
The pace suddenly turned up a few more notches, causing my head to bash against the less than helpful pillows. I hadn't come in to this, knowing I'd come out of it still sane. I knew exactly how I would be after, and I would deal with that later.
The shuddering of his body, signalled his release in to me, the hot, sticky fluid entering my body, and my fluid left my own, in to the air, and on to both of us. Sex was messy, yes, but brilliant at the same time.
And then it was over. The light-headedness faded and my vision was restored. The weight on the bed changed, and suddenly I was empty again, a nobody again. My eyes tiredly moved, looking for the man who never quite made me a somebody, but he was closer than all the rest.
My vision answered my questions just after my ears, the sound of the door closing, and no sign of him. Slowly I sit up. Looking around, just to make sure he isn't hiding. He isn't.
I get up and pull on my cloak. Not even bothering to shower.
I pull my pink hair from my hood and sigh his name one more time.
"Xigbar..."
I wish I had said goodbye...
Because... I don't think I'll be coming back.