YAY! I'M BACK! SORRY GUYS, A LOT OF IMAGINATION, BUT, NO INSPIRATION! . I HAD TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOMETHING TO KEEP YOU BUSY, SO, HERE GOES! ;)

Sins, not Tragedies by PS

She looked around, her blue eyes glimmering in the candlelight. Classical music chimed from the halls below, and she knew she was being followed. She almost felt bad about fucking him at Scott and Jean's wedding. Almost.

Well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a

church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

He watched with glazed eyes as she walked through the deserted halls; inhaling her scent, watching, waiting, wanting. And still, he would wait.

I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of...

She knows he's here, so, she takes a deep breath and slips off her gown, in the middle of the hallway. She hums lowly to herself, beckoning him closer with her scent, and body language.

A step closer, she knows he will answer.

Well in fact,
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne
Oh! Well in fact,
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast,
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne

He steps forward, enveloping her soft frame with his hard one, "What are you up to darlin.?"

She smirks, her pouty lips puckering, "nothing at all dear."

He growls and pulls her in for a kiss.

It has begun.

I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...

Up against a wall, his rough hands on her body, making her sigh into his lips, making him ring an answering growl back.

They go into a spare room, laying down on a felt bed, kissing, groping, gripping, loving.

He makes love to her slowly, carefully, savoring her taste and feel.

After their done they lay together, arms wrapped around one another.

"I love you 'Ro."

She smirks that secret smirk, "I love you too 'Lo."

I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...

SPECIAL THANKS TO PANIC! AT THE DISCO FOR WRITING THAT GREAT SONG! LOVE YOU!

OK, SO, GOOD, BAD? PLEASE REVIEW! :)

HEY, FUNNY STORY REAL QUICK: SO, MY FRIEND WAS TRYING TO DANCE WITH ME AND HE WAS DOING REAL BADLY (ME TOO), AND HE WAS HOLDING MY WRISTS REAL TIGHTLY AND SWINGING ME AROUND, HIS LEG TRYING TO SLIP IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS. SO, I SCREAMED, AND I WAS LIKE, "RAPER!"

HE WASN'T AMUSED.

DON'T WORRY, I WAS. ;)