"It's not healthy, it's what makes you right."
-The Deep End; Scary Kids Scaring Kids
He sighed softly as she forced her lips upon his once again. His mind was in that state that he couldn't seem to describe. It was like static acceptance interfering with his train of thought, all for the sake of sanity.
He knew what was coming next, just like he always did. She would brush her tongue across the seam of his lips subtly, just gently enough to send his common sense spiraling to nothing. Then she would take advantage of his confusion, and entangle her slim fingers in his raven hair. He knew what was coming, but never once did he try to stop it.
Right on cue, she discreetly ran her tongue through his mouth, like whispering words through the contours of his mind. But something changed, something happened that shouldn't have. She pulled away from the kiss, smiling at him softly.
His mouth could not seem to form any words. He couldn't make any sound, because he shouldn't have had to.
She wasn't supposed to pull away.
She was still smiling at him, giving him that crooked grin as a singular piece of hair fell across her face.
"I'll be late for work." she explained with well-disguised amusement, "Today's my first day, remember?" Her voice was steady and nonchalant, but his eyes showed panic. She walked over to him, the grin threatening to spread into a malicious smile.
"I'll be back." she reassured, wrapping one slender arm behind his neck. She rose on the points of her toes with mesmerizing grace, attempting to place her lips to his.
As if being commanded by his subconsciousness, he pulled away. That wasn't the way it went. Every day it was the same. Their passion was like a routine, and he depended upon it. He followed her lead, and hid the strings that were attached to his torso with ease. They were messy, she had said, 'nothing but an extra weight'. And they didn't need any extra weight. They had each other.
"Relax." She muttered, her glare commanding. She took up the voice of a superior, not a lover. She rose again, kissing him softly. Looking into his ice cold eyes, she could swear that she'd seen something flash through. Recognition? Anger? Confusion?
She took a step back, her eyes still controlling his gaze.
Then, as she was getting ready to leave for the day, he did something unexpected. He spoke, with his old voice, from the back of his mind. He strayed from the routine that she had worked so hard to perfect.
"You're manipulating me, aren't you?" he asked, caressing her cheek.
She smiled again, despite the accusation. Her voice lowered to a secretive whisper, and the entire room seemed to stall in order to hear.
"Of course I am." She hissed against his neck, hiding the slight agitation. He took a step back, satisfied enough with her answer.
He was silenced, then, perhaps trying to banish his rationality again. As she left the house, he stared after her confidently.
"Have a good day." He called, happily oblivious.
As she drove away, contemplating the morning, she pushed all inconvenience behind her. There was a bump in every relationship, after all. They'd pick up their routine the next morning.
A/N: I guess I figured that my leaving wouldn't do anything to benefit this site. So here I am. Back again. I hope you liked this. The lyrics at the beginning are the inspiration.