A/N: This was very much inspired by the fabulous Panic! At The Disco song 'Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off'. It's a bit different from my usual stuff, but not much. Although I am a little anxious to hear what you think, cause I'm not quite sure about how I think this turned out. :) So, review please!
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She told him that it could never happen again.
Never, ever again.
It shouldn't have even happened that night.
But they'd been away on a case. And the little, tiny town only had one little, tiny inn.
That only had one vacant room.
With only one little, tiny bed.
She wasn't exactly sure how it happened.
And neither was he.
But however – and by whomever – it was initiated, it was fabulous.
That was the one thing she couldn't deny, and therefore the one thing that frightened her the most.
So once they awoke in the morning, she made sure he knew.
Never again.
They were partners, after all. They were supposed to be working. This was a professional trip, not a romantic getaway.
And even though he wondered why it couldn't be both, he didn't voice it.
Instead, he agreed, hiding his disappointment behind a cool, calm façade, placating himself by thinking that maybe she was right. Maybe this really couldn't work.
But he knew he was fooling himself. And he knew that he wouldn't ever be able to forget it.
He hoped she wouldn't either.
She didn't.
No matter who she was with or where she was, she always compared it to that night.
And nothing could ever come close.
When it was someone else's fingers moving along her body, she would close her eyes and pretend it was him.
When it was someone else's lips pressing against her skin, she would close her eyes and pretend it was him.
She knew that no matter how many men she tried to erase him with, she would always have to work with all of her might to cry out the right name, even if it wasn't who she'd been thinking of.
Because it would always be him.
No matter what.
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