no idea where this came from. M for implications. enjoy.
How the hell did we end up like this?
You're a person of fleeting grace. Passing fantasy. And yet, time and time again, I'm drawn to you. But not for you. Your curves mimic his, did you know? You're ticklish on your ribs as well. Roughly the same height, too.
Don't act surprised. I've never been in this for you, nor have you been in this for me. We both imagine him. Stop trying to deny the obvious.
We talk of things like this, for the first time since our first coupling. How long ago had that been? A month? Two?
Since he had first rejected me. Of course we talked, him and I, and eventually we were back to normal, but I was never the same. The frequency increased after he rejected you, but I had no objections.
No, this had been what I had wanted. At the time. Sort of. Not really. But after experiencing the consequences, I wanted so badly to blame it all on you, and end up once more in his good graces.
We talk a little more, but then eventually we fall into our practiced routine. As I climax, I whisper his name, though I know you've heard it. After all, this has been going on for so long, now.
Later, I lie with you, your back ghosting along mine as you breathe deeply. Left to my thoughts, I ponder the train wreck this release has turned into. It is only when you roll over and wrap your arms about my torso that I reach a decision. I remove your arms. You just roll over again.
The morning after, I meet him on the beach early in the morning. We walk in silence towards the beach, but he has a small smile perched on his perfect lips. I sling my arm about his shoulder and he stiffens. The smile is gone. He glances at me and then turns in the opposite direction, unmoving. My heart wrenches. Sora, no. Please—!
"Go back to Kairi, Riku. She probably hasn't woken up yet."
His voice shatters me again, as he begins to walk away, the hurt in his voice plain. In his wake, I can't speak, reaching out as if to pull him back.
He never turns.