I dont own anything.

Mistakes We Swore We'd Never Make

As I lie in this bed, I wonder why I'm here. Then she stirs beside me, and I remember that we need each other. The mattress is damp from our sweat. Her hair clings to the back of her neck. Her arms are tightly wrapped around my churning stomach. This moment is precious.

Outside I hear the sounds of life. An Ama scolds a young girl for showing to much skin. A vendor yells after a street urchin, who attempted to steal from his cart. It strikes me in that moment how strange that life in the Emerald City can be so naïve. Evil right under their noses, but their faces are lifted to high up to the clouds to notice; waiting for a rainbow that has decided not to show.

She shifts a little, and in doing so her hands slide just the tiniest bit down my stomach. My breathing becomes shallow, and my heart skips a couple beats. It would be cruel to wake such a sleeping beauty from her slumber, but I'm in a hurry. This can't wait. I run my fingers through her delicate curls and whisper into her ear. A warm smile slowly stretches across her face. She's all mine now.

"Time to go already?" She murmurs disappointedly.

Her pure blues eyes slowly open, so that she can look at me. I wonder what she sees.

"No, it's still morning." I tell her with a smirk.

Her smile fades into an adorable frown. It's more mesmerizing then any book I've ever read or any class I've ever taken. I'm entranced by her.

"Why the Hell did you wake me then?!" She huffs, "Don't you know how much you've exhausted me?!"

I shake my head and tell her that's it's not enough. I want more. She must feel the same way because before I know it, she is on top of me.

Her mouth is on my mouth. Her tongue swirls around my tongue. Her hands intertwine with my hands. I say this in my head to remind myself that I am the one she chose. With all of my abnormalities, I am the one she fucks. Not him. Me.

I've won but I've lost, because after we are done, he is the one she will go home to. I may have her love, but he has heart. She lives with him. Not me. Him.

"Elphie." She pants against my lips.

I move my head down to her pale neck. My lips are on her neck. Her hands move up and down my back, and they become more frantic as I move down to her breast. She is already ready for me, but I'm no longer in a hurry. This moment is going to last for as long as I can make it last.

My lips are on her breast. I wonder how often his lips have been here. How long has it been since his slimy tongue traced circles around her nipple? Judging by her eagerness, it's been a while.

"Elphie." She moans, "Now. Please?"

I thrust two fingers into her just to appease her, but after that I keep them still. She is not going to win this one, no matter how beautiful she looks.

She lies there with a satisfied smile that slowly becomes irritated.

"Elphie!" she yells.

Is this all I am to her? A gratifying fuck; the kind he can't give her. She begins thrusting against my hand. Moans escape her pursed lips, but I'm not giving in to her demands. She's had people do that for her, her whole life.

I pull out. The adorable frown is back on her cute little face. Her nails are digging into the sides of my arms. She sighs loudly in an exaggerated way to let me know she is upset. Then as quickly as a tornado, her face becomes bubbly again.

"I know what you want." She says softly.

For a second I am silly enough to believe she is going to say that she will leave him. Silly me I am as naïve as everyone else in this poverty stricken city.

Her fingers twirl around the inside of my thigh. Does she really believe that all I want from her is sex? I want something more then what she can comprehend. It's not her fault though. She was raised this way: to believe that what she wants and what she needs are two separate entities.

Not Done yet. Tell me if you think its lame, but be nice about it.