Title: Cliché
Author: Xara-Vodka And Donuts
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Is saying 'I Love You' such a cliché? Bastard!Wolfwood warning. Its really heart rendering acutally.
Dedication: For Wolfy...I hit a speed bump on 'A Road Least Travelled', so bear with me, I am writing. Meanwhile, heres a little post-sex fic for you.
Warnings: No spoilers, but yaoi.

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It had been a night full of passion, of whispered promises, much thrusting and copious amounts of screaming with unbridled joy.
Yes, it was wonderful. I always enjoy the first time with a new lover, somethign that can be shared and fondly remembered for years after. The smoothness of the skin and the flushing of his cheeks always seem hightened than usual. I know that he isnt a virgin, yet he felt like one...his tightness was overwhelming, something I wasnt expecting from the humanoid typhoon.
He is wrapped against me, his legs coiled with mine. Nothing like the romance movies, where the couple manage to put a PG amount of clothing on by the time the camera comes back to them. No, we are more real, totally naked, no white sheets coiled carefully around, and I am smoking with the air of someone who is well and truely sated.. So sterotyped. Im pretty sure that he's asleep, but now he stirs, runnning his hands over my chest and opening those beautiful eyes, fluttering them a bit for show. It seems almost unreal how beautiful he is, all blonde hair and blue eyes and creamy skin contrasting so wonderfully against my own dark beauty. His wandering hand reaches my face, and he pulls my chin so that I am facing him.
"Nicholas..." he whispers so slightly...his face quaking with emotion unbecoming to him.
"Nicholas...I love you..."
There is silence a while. I truely do not know what to say. Inside, somethign is laughing. Its so cliche...you give someone a night of amazing sex, and the next morning, with the endorphins still runnning through their brains, they tell you they love you. How Immature. How weak. How unlike what I thought he would be like.
In short, what a dissapointment.
He has noticed the silence, and his eyes are brimming with tears as he realises that I do not return his feelings so readily. He swings his long legs over the bed, intent on leaving me with no thought of the outcome.
Guiltily, my hand latches onto his arm, and with the best handsome dark romeo look, I whisper back "I love you too Vash..."
He smiles, and crawls back into my arms. He kisses me, and I know that his adoration is nothing but hormones. Our actions increase to the height they were last night, when my own hormones seduced him. And for now, my words have healed a rift between it, and all seems well.
But something inside of me is laughing at my own naivity that saying that will make it all become true.

~*Owari*~

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