Placebo

by: Lovelyrubberboots

Disclaimer: if you recognize it I don't own it...

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Right now, they are having sex. She's calling out his name as they grind together. Biting, nipping, licking, kissing and everything in between. That is what they are doing right now, and she is trying not to care, because that's what she'll be doing tonight, in all probability. They were both drunk at the reception and now, back at her apartment Lucy has poured them both another drink. Her hands were shaking, she could barely do it, but she managed to convince herself it was the alcohol, not that Oliver had left for the night hand in hand with a pretty blonde girl.

She watches Lorcan finish his drink and as he pours himself another. In the background the radio is playing – the song has a fast beat and she feels her pulse quickening as she looks at him and their eyes meet. His eyes are sad, but strong, and she can't help but think that his thoughts are the same as hers – they are having sex. Dominique and her new husband, and Lucy's happy for them, she really is, but she can't help but to hate her cousin, if only a tiny bit.

As they move from the kitchen to her bedroom (narrowly avoiding tripping over the cat) she can't help but think of how ironic it is that they have found each other. She's nothing like Dominique and he's nothing like Oliver.

He could never be as great as Oliver.

Oliver would never sleep with a woman who'd had more than one drink. He wouldn't snore at night. He wouldn't accidently call her Dominique. But then again, he wouldn't ever be with her, would he? Because, Lucy hated to admit it, she and Oliver were just friends. It had been decided over many drunken conversations, over many sober nights spent awake talking in the common room, over many hugs and over the many times that he'd ignored her subtle hints.

Removing Lorcan's shirt and feeling his hands wind their way around her body only served to remind Lucy that she wasn't the only one living a lie. Lorcan was too, and he was probably comparing her to Dominique. As Lorcan's tongue found its way to her ear, Lucy took a moment to compare herself to her lovely cousin.

Dominique would never say no to a second dessert, knowing no harm could come from just one extra slice of cake. Dominique would never drink goblin vodka straight. Dominique would never have left dying flowers in a vase, forgetting to take them out for weeks on end. But Dominque was married and would never dream of kissing Lorcan – not just because she was married, but Dominique would never do anything with anyone she felt no genuine connection too. Dominique would have never found herself in this situation. Dominqiue would have spoken up to Oliver and told him to his face that she was madly in love with him, not just through little clues like signing letters 'Love Lucy' or by touching his hair. And Dominique would have done it the moment she knew, even if she knew the feelings weren't reciprocated.

But, as evidenced by Lorcan's soft words of "Oh Lucy," that meant so much more than 'Oh Lucy', as she began to button his pants with one hand, Lucy was not Dominique.


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