So, I'm really really sorry for anyone reading The End of the World, or a Bet and I know I'm a horrible horrible person for not updating in forever. For those who haven't read it, the first chapter is up, but it may take a while before I continue the story.

I'm a very... inspirational person. Let's just say that the only time I can write anything decent is on the spur of the moment, so I think it may be a while before I manage to ever finish a multi-chaptered fic. Hihi, sorry ^^

Sorry for any mistakes, I don't actually have a beta and English isn't my first language, so yah...

Hope you enjoy!

Warning: includes mature content, but nothing graphic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Zero.

Fantasy : reality

Better than perfect

Mamori always believed that the day she would lose her virginity would be on her wedding night.The day she lost her virginity, she was 18 and far from married to the man. It was their prom night and neither of them knew if they would see each other again.

Her husband would carry her to her bed and shower her with kisses while she would giggle and blush like any innocent virgin. He simply walked to his place with her thrown over his shoulder, kicked open the door and dropped her casually on the couch. She spent the whole time screeching, kicking and fighting to get away from his rock solid grip because no one dared approach the infamous quarterback.

She believed her one and only love would slowly undress her, taking his time to know and pleasure every inch of her body.The devil did not care to take his time. He ripped off her clothes and savagely began grinding against her naked body. However, he did manage to grab and feel her up, all the way from her toes to her beautiful auburn hair.

The day she would lose her virginity, it would've been sweet, gentle and romantic. In fact, it was sweaty, sticky and loud. It was rough and hard and felt like they were two animals driven by a desperate need for each other.

Her lover would murmur sweet words and she would respond by sighing happily. Hiruma did not like anything sweet. He called her a number of offending terms, cussed at her and made her scream his name. She, in return, left long bloody marks on his back and arms.

But most of all, Mamori always wanted the day she would lose her virginity to be absolutely perfect. They rolled, tumbled, fell and it hurt like a bitch. It was definitely not perfect, because with him, nothing ever was.

But she loved every second of it because it was much, much better than perfect.