warnings : Larxene/Namine
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creepy crawlies
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You can feel her.
Thats the problem, and you know it little Namine. Everytime her slippery snake-like fingers yank up your skirt, your excited. Not angry, scared, or any other emotion your supposed to feel like those shows on the television tell you. And when she's done with you, dragging her taller body away, you find yourself liking it more and more each time. You're not sure what you feel is guilt or something much more.
In the middle of class, your eighth grade teacher adjusts her silver rim glasses at you as your eyes fog over. She looks too much like Larxene, platinum blond hair kept in a pony tail with thinner, darker eyes peering at you in intruge. You cringed as you can feel yourself getting wet just at the thought of Larxene being your teacher. You still don't understand what she's doing in your thoughts, but you don't mind it. Not one bit.
At lunch, when pretty Olette looks at you with that cute smile of hers, you can't help but wish Larxene would smile like that. Not hungry or sadistic, but happy and...warm. But then again, it's not the smile you pay attention the most, now is it?
When you get home, your fingers shaking in excitement as you redress in Larxene's favorite things, prettying yourself up like the girl you are. You tell your mother you're going over Kairi's or who ever you decide to lie about, and she hugs you warmly, swollen belly sloshing with life as you can feel the babe try to punch you. Maybe your future brother knows?
Doubt it.
You ring the bell on the woman's broken house door, tracing the cracks and bruises in the wood nervously. The screen door jars open before Larxene pulls the front door open, taking away the only barrier between the two of you. You step in side, pretty white skirt flourishing as you walk quickly inside. You can feel Larxene's eye slither up your legs and even more so as she kicks the door close and pushes you into the living room.
Your hearts pounds.
Your legs quiver as she pulls them open and you-stop.
Stop, rewind, pause.
"Do you love me?" Your words are sloppy and greasy, unpleasent through the mess of your limp tongue. You can feel Larxene pause, her acid green eyes focusing on you as a confused snarl is placed on her lips. You anticipate and answer as her fingers slack on your knees and her mouth presses against your neck and up to your ear.
"No."
You heart swells and your skin crawls, your mind relapses the memory of her blunt nails scratching all over your skin-again and again. That word is heavy and it hurts as it thumps into your skull.
Now you understand the feeling. It was guilt, guilt because this is wrong and what your feeling is wrong.
But its somthing you can't just throw away, it's always crawling under your skin.
short drabble of yuri.
meh.