- Everyone believes Mariah to be the faithful, quirky, good-girl girlfriend of Ray, but Mariah's hiding a different side to her…
- WARNINGS FOR THE STORY AS A WHOLE: Lots and lots of lemons. Well, two and a half. And a lime. No manlove, sorry fangirls/boys. Dirty talk.
- WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Er, bum-squeezing, and half a lemon. Squeeze the juice on out. OO-ER!
- Disclaimer: I own it not.
- A/N: I CAN SMELL BURNING! I CAN SMELL IT! REAL BAD! It's not my laptop, though, or my story plans. It's the men working on our kitchen. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE THEY DONE?! I'm not getting up to go and have a look. I'm all snuggled up on the couch and I've just gotten warm and comfy.
So, 'Black Mariah' is in one of My Chemical Romance's songs, and I thought it would be a good name to give the 'dark' side of Mariah. It's a bit like 'Black Haru' and 'White Haru' in Fruits Basket. Except Mariah doesn't turn violent. She turns into a whore.
I don't predict this being very popular, because it's hetero. Everyone's more interested in yaoi, and this has NO yaoi whatsoever. But I'm hoping people give it a chance… Enjoy!
Black Mariah
Chapter One: Mariah/Max & Mariah/Ray
Shopping was one of many things that Mariah loved. Some of the others included the colour pink, chocolate, money, the colour pink, err, the colour pink, and sex. Currently, she was shopping. For pink things. But she was also thinking of sex. Ray, on the other hand, wasn't too fussed about sex. He did it to keep Mariah happy, just like he took her out, and bought her lots of chocolate and pink things to keep her happy. You could possibly say that he loved her to bits.
"Ohh, look at the pretty pink coat, Ray!" Mariah squealed, pointing into a shop window.
"'Riah… Look how expensive it is," Ray frowned.
"It's not that expensive…"
"It's still out of my budget."
Mariah pouted.
"I'll buy it for her," a vice said behind them.
Mariah and Ray turned around to see a very happy-looking Max grinning at them. Mariah, squealed absolutely beside herself with joy at the fact that she might actually get the pretty pink coat.
"You don't have to, Max. I'll buy it for her, anyway. I always give in," Ray chuckled.
As a conversation broke out between Ray and Max about how they've been, what they've been up to, etc, Mariah tore her gaze from the coat in the window to Max. He was chatting away animatedly to Ray, and didn't notice her eyes roaming up and down his body.
Sure, he was cute, she thought. But Mariah was sure that under that bright orange top that little Maxie had fantastic muscles. Mariah wasn't sure how long she was eyeing up Max for, but Ray was soon clicking his fingers in front of her eyes, and she looked back at him.
"Christ, Mariah, you were totally out of it," Ray said, raising his eyebrows.
"Sorry," she smiled.
Ray and Mariah bid Max a goodbye, as he was back off to his house. Mariah gave him a little hug, and, sure that Ray couldn't see, let her hand drift down, and gave Max's bum a little squeeze. When she pulled away from Max, he looked at her with an adorable confused expression, and she just winked at him before walking off with Ray.
Later on that same night, Ray was sat in bed, watching Mariah brush her hair. His face held a light frown, and his lips were pouted a little, as if he was really thinking hard about something. Mariah noticed his expression from the reflection in the mirror, and she turned around.
"What's the matter?" she asked, still brushing her hair.
"Just thinking, that's all."
"About what?"
Ray didn't answer, but continued to sit there and frown. Mariah also frowned slightly, and put her brush down before sitting on the bed right next to Ray.
"What are you thinking about?" Mariah asked again, rubbing Ray's chest.
Ray's eyes raised to meet hers, before they closed and he sighed.
"I was just wondering… Do you love me?"
Mariah stopped rubbing Ray's chest, taken aback at the question. What sort of question was that?!
"Of course I love you," she replied, smiling.
Ray opened his eyes again, and smiled, too. He leaned in to kiss Mariah, who responded automatically. She smiled into their kiss, knowing that she would be getting sex tonight. That made her happy.
Mariah pushed Ray down to lie on the bed, and she leaned over him, both still kissing. Mariah began to rub Ray's clothes groin, making him hard for her. Once he was hard, she sat back up, bringing Ray up with her. She stood up at the side of the bed, and Ray pulled the straps of her nightdress down. Mariah gave herself a little shake, and the silky nightdress fell to the floor.
Mariah moaned as Ray took one of her nipples into her mouth. She giggled when she remembered what he called them one time. Beacons of warmth. She had no idea how he managed to think of that name for them, but it made her giggle all the same.
As Ray lay her down on the bed, taking off her little briefs, Mariah's thoughts wandered back to earlier on in the day, when they had bumped into Max on the street. She remembered how she squeezed Max's bum, and how firm it had been. She thought of Max's muscles under his orange top.
When they were making love, the only person Mariah could think of was Max, and what it would be like to make love to him.
A/N: This is really short. I'm so sorry. The next chapter should hopefully be longer, but looking at the plans… It seems to be the same length as this one. Oh well…
The 'beacons of warmth' thing. My friend randomly came out with this one day. Saying how boobs are like 'beacons of warmth'. I thought of that, it made me giggle, and now it's in this story.
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