Together always. That's how their friends would describe them and that's exactly what they were- together always. On the outside, the two were a team, close friends, the 'just friends' friends. On the inside, when nobody wass around, they two couldn't get enough of each other. Ripping off vest and tube-tops, pants and skirts, bras and underwear.

When they were together, alone, they didn't care about the rest of the world- it could be the apocalypse outside and they wouldn't care. All that mattered was that they were together, their entire world was that tangled mass of limbs, their skins grinding and rubbing together sinfully, the moans of sensual ecstasy. The cummings for each other, for love, for their other half, for their whole worlds.

It wasn't a relationship, they both sadly had to acknowledge that fact. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was that they were together.