A/N: Please comment. I enjoy them, I might write more :)
Old Fashioned Lover
Prologue:
The last I had seen her was twenty-four hours ago. I'd been in her arms. Kissing. Hot. Sweaty.
She was the one that kissed me...and for a moment...everything was perfect.
I had been a mess, angry at her and her stupid poker face. It had only taken one touch and I melted. She always did that to me, on a lazy Sunday, when she was two hours late. I normally couldn't stay angry at her...but then she cheated on me.
Costia. She was the one that 'got away'. I hated her, I could tell Lexa loved her. She never really got over her high school sweetheart. She just had to bat her eyelashes, and Lexa was at her beck and call. She just followed her around, like a lost puppy.
I was sick of it. So I told her. "Fuck off!"
She was shocked, and just stared at me. She went to grab my hand, and I pulled away. "Not again." I was begging, pleading. "I can't keep doing this…you obviously don't need me to keep warm in that bed."
She looked down, shuffling her feet. Her face etched into a grimace. I knew that she might as well have been crying...because she had never looked so lost.
I turned away, and left.
I drove to my apartment, pulled the door open and saw Bellamy vacuuming.
He was in some old boxers, and an old shirt with holes. He had some headphones on. He didn't even notice me, until my lips were on his. He almost pulled back, but I wouldn't let him.
I clutched at him...and he looked into my eyes. He got it. So he hit the vacuum's off button with his foot, pulled out his ear-buds, and followed me to my bedroom.
I swear this wasn't revenge. Okay, so it was, but I always like Bellamy. I'd be lying if I said I had never thought about it. I just never thought I'd ever actually act on them. Yet there I was, pulling his boxers down. He reached for my shirt, unclasping my bra.
It had been better than I wanted it to be. I should have been Lexa's girl. I wanted her in my bed. Then again, that didn't happen. She made her choice, and so did I.
It wasn't supposed to mean anything, but after a good two hours of fucking my best friend. It did mean something...I had liked it, a lot.
I just hope I haven't just fucked everything else up.