AN: I blame Insidious for this idea.
I feel like this is older teen range.
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His dark gaze fell upon the two happy couple from across the room.
She, with her big brown eyes and red hair, he, with his blue eyes and orangey blonde hair. He supposed they fit well together, what with their 'compassion' and 'understanding.' Most had said that they had a happy, healthy relationship and that they were just meant to be or some nonsense like that.
He personally couldn't see it, but people didn't come to him for advice.
She smiled then, at some comment the young man said to her. Her tinkling laughter, the soft sound of glass chimes clinking against each other in a soothing way, sounded into the room. He could see what would draw people in, he could see the nice qualities she had that would make her a great friend or loyal girlfriend.
What he saw though, was something else.
"What are the odds," May huffed with annoyance as she chewed her dinner, "that we'd be at the same restaurant as those two idiots?"
He made a non-committal sound. It was not so strange to him.
After all, he had chosen the place with her in mind.
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He saw her again, this time out on the beach.
Her hair was loose and her smile bright. A pair of sunglasses sat on top of her head and she stood up, unbuttoning her shirt.
He watched from behind, taking pleasure in the way she shrugged her arms out of the short sleeves and revealed inch by satisfying inch of her tanned back. Two thin red strings dangled along the back of her neck as her bikini top was kept in place by so delicate a tie and sinfully tempting him to tug the flimsy knot out.
When she undid the button on her jeans and the zipper, he nearly groaned aloud as she shimmied out of her short shorts, revealing the other half of her bikini outfit. She stepped out of her shorts, one leg at a time and he enjoyed seeing the little hop she did for the last leg.
Her tanned legs were gorgeous, her curves the perfect shapes for his hands to travel over.
Friend? Girlfriend?
Lover was what he saw.
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The cast party included a dj and a dance floor.
For fun, Mia had everyone draw a number from a hat, but she had not yet said what for. He had not wanted to participate, but she drew for him, giving him the number "6".
"I'll remember it," she told him sternly, "so you have to step up when I call your number."
He was tempted to just leave, if only to get away from her. He would like to see what she'd do about him going. He highly doubted it would be anything fantastic. Boring, was more probable.
His eyes slid over to his right, seeing her. She was looking delicious in her midnight blue halter dress, the hem reaching mid-thigh and her strapped heels making her legs defined in a marvelously feminine way.
"This is annoying," May flatly stated next to him wearing a dark purple dress.
He would have agreed with her a few moments ago, but a figure in blue was making the evening more interesting. He watched her slip a hand in the ridiculous hat and pull out a slip of paper. Her curious brown eyes looked at the number written.
All too soon, Mia spoke in the microphone. "Ok everyone, this is what's happening. When I call your number, you step up and then I'll call another number and you'll have to do the first dance together. I'm keeping track who's with who, so don't even try switching partner!"
"What if a dude ends up with a dude?" yelled out a guy.
"Then you'll have the chance for a bro-mance!" she easily dismissed. "Number 11, please come up!"
May groaned. "This is pathetic! She's randomly picking out numbers to pair up!"
He would agree, but a part of him was hoping for the unlikely to occur.
Soon enough, Leon's number was called. Mia pointedly stared at him until he came up the small stage and stood next to him. Satisfied, she looked at her clipboard. "Ok, Number 6 will be dancing with…Number 3!"
His eyes automatically looked for her in the crowd. She and her boyfriend seemed to be arguing about something.
"No switching!" Mia warned.
"Oh, we're not!" Sora laughed. "He was holding my paper for me. I'm Number 3."
Those words were a song for him.
Once all the partners were paired off, they all went to the dance floor. His right arm was around her waist and his left hand was holding hers. They were dancing close, their bodies rubbing against each other's every once in a while. He was surprised she did not step back a little more.
"What were you two arguing about?"
She looked over at him, no longer seeing some point over his shoulder. "The numbers. Ken was actually Number 3. I told him to switch with me so he wouldn't have to dance with another guy."
"Is that the only reason why you switched numbers?"
She tilted her head. "I don't know what you mean."
Her tone made him question whether she did or not.
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There was some trouble with the wonder couple.
He watched as she stomped away from her boyfriend, anger and upset expressed in every line of her body. Her snapping eyes made him want to follow her and he did.
She was sitting on the steps. He saw her shoulders shaking a little. He frowned.
"What is wrong?"
She turned to him without a single tear on her face. He was taken back.
"Of all the idiotic things he could have said, he just did!"
He realized then that she had been shaking in fury. The thought made her more appealing to him for some strange reason.
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Her boyfriend was talking with her, offering her some white daisies.
She took them and smiled.
He didn't know what upset him more, the fact that she easily accepted the apology or the fact that he had thought she had more to her than that.
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May was kissing him.
He stood there, letting her but not responding back. He felt like a stone statue, simply trying to weather out the storm.
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He saw her again, though she seemed to be irritated about something.
Her boyfriend was talking to her, but nothing he said seemed to be working. She turned her head then, and spotted him staring at them.
He saw something flit across her eyes before she narrowed them. Without another word, she leaned her face to her boyfriend's and connected their lips. His hand clenched in reaction to what she had done.
After the initial reaction, he noticed that a brown eye was open and gauging his reaction. His fisted hand loosened. He realized she had done it on purpose, knowing that he was watching.
He turned and walked away before she could see the smirk on his face.
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They got into an argument again.
He was curious how her boyfriend was planning on resolving this one. The volume of their voices let him know that it was a big one.
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He accidently happened upon her doing some morning yoga out on the beach.
Her lithe body arched backwards with her lower half against the yoga mat. Her feet curled towards her head, half her legs following the curling motion and lifting off of the mat.
She let out a faint sound, a sort of cry as she stretched and stretched.
He couldn't help but wonder if she'd make that sound doing other activities.
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The wonder couple stayed estranged.
He approached her, face to face.
"You kissed him when I was looking."
She blinked at the sudden question. He continued on.
"I think," he said as a hand ran along her cheek, "you were trying to make me jealous."
"I think," she said, lightly shivering from his touch, "you watch me too much."
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He saw them sitting side by side on a bench.
He seethed, angry at her and angry at himself.
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"You're full of yourself!" she spat at him, not caring that his arms boxed her in against the wall.
"Am I?" he sneered out. "You seem to have a fairly high opinion of yourself."
"You think everything I do is related to you!"
"You delude yourself into thinking that it's not."
"You're self-centered!"
"You're a minx in sheep's clothing." His hand touched her face, admiring the way her anger was coloring her eyes, even if it was directed towards him.
Or was it because it was at him?
Her cheeks were red, though he wasn't entirely convinced that it was all from anger.
"Says the wolf behind the suit."
"Yes," he agreed, "I am. I do not deny my hunger to devour you."
He waited for a slap only to have her mouth on his.
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She had fumbled with her keys, his mouth on her neck making it difficult for her to focus.
When the door finally opened, he picked her up and his foot closed the door. He didn't know how they reached her bed with so little on, but he did not question it. He touched and nibbled, sucked and kissed.
She mewled and moaned, writhed and cried out.
And he hadn't even gotten the rest of her clothes off yet.
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After that one time, they met again and again.
Her hands were gripping her sheets; she threw her head back in abandon as electricity thrummed throughout her body.
He slowed their pace, making a whimper slip out from her lips.
Her hands let go of the blankets, she ran them along his back, lightly running her nails against his skin. He shivered then, her nails distracting him as he subconsciously followed her pace as her hips rolled into his in a steadier rhythm.
She moaned again, satisfied that he was taking over and picking up where they left off. She noticed that he liked to tease her often, but sometimes, she couldn't wait for him to have his fill. She kept her hands on his back, not wanting to risk having him slowing down again.
She felt him nibble on her neck, a sign that he will continue on.
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AN: I don't think there's much of a plot. XP
Edit: I'm considering on having this as a collection of one shots. Sometimes I get ideas (like the one up above) that don't really fit with any of the stories I'm working on. Would that interest people?