Lying Awake Until Dawn
A/N: So hey, I'm back with another M/F one-shot. Though I must warn you, it's totally not my best. Review please! I love em, flame, criticism, praises, I don't mind. It just feels nice to get feedback.
Two o' clock in the morning.
Otherwise known as the time most people would be sound asleep, z's softly emitting from their lips.
That's where I'm different from most people. Most people probably didn't have wings like me. Most people probably didn't used to sleep in caves like me. Most people probably weren't half bird like me. Most people probably didn't have a Voice in your head like me. (At least, I seriously hope you don't.)
Most people haven't been kissed by Fang like me.
'Scept that Red-Haired Wonder. Damn her.
And it was a totally lovely kiss, too. And I had handled his lips beautifully. Or, somewhat beautifully. Eh, you could say I hadn't handled it well at all. I had taken off like some insecure chick, blasting into the sky, back to the girls' and I's room.
Where I just happened to be sulking now. Under my covers.
Dammit, what had happened to me out there?
I'd seriously say I was a grade A kisser. My lips worked wonders. But Fang's had caused to freak out. He caused me to panic and stutter like a total idiot.
Seriously. All but one time that he had kissed me, I'd ended up fleeing the scene, my insides churning.
With emotions I couldn't handle.
I didn't understand it. Ok, wait, I understood it completely: Fang was my brother. Well, a dude I considered a brother. And you can't go around smooching your bro like you wanted to screw him.
Would you do that?
I didn't think so.
And there you have it.
So naturally I overreacted, you know. I already had been in full-panic mode when he was talking about if we were "back on track." I quote him completely.
But then . . . then he just had to—to— to kiss me!
He just had to rub his hands up and down my spine. He just had to hold me like I meant the world to him. He just had to touch me like I was something so precious to him. He just had to have me thinking, "I love it. I love him."
He just- I had felt so amorous, dammit. I had messed it up. Everything between us. Every kiss. Again.
I angrily punched at my pillow. If Fang was like a brother, then why did he have me thinking about him "like that?" Why was he kissing me "like that?"
He said we'd broken up. When he parted from Nudge, Angel, and I. He was asking me if we were ok again. Together.
He was asking me what I wanted from him. But I didn't want anything. Nothing. Nada. I just wanted him like he always was. I just wanted the same.
And then he'd call me a pain . . . seriously? That was his ever so splendid way of bringing on a kiss?
But I'd loved it nonetheless. Fang's lips made me feel special and disgustingly safe. It made me feel light-headed and . . . humiliatingly horny.
In other words— the reason why I'd blown him off. Cuz he made me horny. And I wasn't supposed to be feeling that way about him, was I?
Nope. No way in Hell.
But it was too late.
I blame Fang. And myself. And the crappy, messed-up world full of psychotic scientists that I just happen to live in.
I happened to glance at the clock, then at Angel and Nudge's sleeping forms.
It was 5:48. Almost dawn. Better get some shut-eye before I ended up crankily barking at everyone the next morning like Total could barely do.
A/N: Like I said, not my best work of art, but review please!