Theme #37: Happiness
Couple(s): Mikage x Jack.
POV: Jack
Language: Medium
Maturity: High
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's

I don't how to love.

Or rather, I don't know what love is. There are so many theories, so many ideas, yet no clear definition; it had been lost among the chaos of a corrupted society, where standard morals and manners had disintegrated under poisonous criticisms and rebellions. Good has become evil, and evil has become good. And the line between love and lust has grown so blurry that it is nearly invisible. Even I cannot see it.

But I want to love. It seems strange, to hear myself think such a sickeningly tender thought. But lust is a harsh word, defined as a fraud of love. But again, what is love? I wanted to believe that it was this sort of eternal warmth that burned in your heart, a feeling of fulfillment and a wonderful kind of ecstasy--unlike like its twin brother, lust, a void of indifference, an appeasement to physical desires. Yes, the prospect of love is more appealing to me.

So why is it that I have a half-naked woman below me?

I kissed her lips roughly, working to finish unbuttoning her shirt, which she willingly allowed. This was the first thing that bothered me; that she let it happen. She was a woman of high standard, having strong, principle beliefs that earned her well-deserved respect. So how could she engage in such a ludicrous act with me without so much a shred of guilt?

She smiled, but not in a way that was erotic, and cupping my cheek with her hand, kissed me back gently. This was the second thing that bothered me; her passion was tender and sweet, completely on a different level than my own. She never seemed to be in it for the pleasure, like I was. There was no sultry look in her honey irises, only a soft innocence of some foreign emotion I did not know. And she remained a porcelain doll every time I went to touch her, her presence maintaining the image of a virgin, no matter how many times I slept with her.

Becoming greatly disturbed, I sat up and turned away, staring blankly at the wall.

"Is something wrong?" she asked with a genuine concern. I could hear the sheets ruffle slightly as she sat up, yet I couldn't bring myself to even look at her. It felt as though there was this wall between, separating the true desires of our hearts, as well as forcing us to be blind to them. I pursed my lips and was silent for a brief moment.

"Mikage. . .Why do you do this? Why do you sleep with me?" There was a definite pause, but I had no way of telling how she was feeling since I still refused to face her; I feared the shame I might feel, the guilt.

"Because you want me to," she replied simply. Though I'm sure she hadn't intended it, her words tore through my heart mercilessly with a previously unbloodied blade. It was at this moment that I realized I had been taking advantage of her; that I had been enough of a selfish bastard to use the tidings of her heart against her in order to satisfy my bodily cravings.

"Then why do you yield to me?"

"Because I love you." She said this without hesitancy, without a drop of doubt. Gaining some resolution in myself, I glanced back at her. Her vivid blue hair cast a shadow over her peachy cheeks, yet I could see the expression of confidence she wore through the gray veil that the darkness covered her with. She seemed so sure of herself. . .

"And do you know what love is?"

"I have a decent idea."

"Then do tell." She smiled again and crawled to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She rested her face against my back, and I could feel her warm breath run over my bare skin, which ironically sent chills up my spine. Yet, it was a sign that she was real, that she was a human like myself, floundering in the confusion and calamity of reality.

"Love is. . ." She began softly, so much so that it seemed she was whispering. ". . .An unbecoming desire to make the other person happy. Most believe it is a fulfillment of their own happiness or loneliness. It can be. But that's why love must be mutual for it to work, because if two people truly want to see the other happy, then they will do anything to assure that it is so. Therefore, both are happy."

Her answer stunned me. I knew that Mikage was quite knowledgeable, but her answer sounded like something Yusei would say. Still, I pondered her explanation silently as she maintained her grip around me, the soundless air ringing in our ears. Finally, I realized the truth in her words and I soon found myself breaking away from her embrace so that I could face her. She lifted her eyes to mine expectantly, her smile vanishing as she waited for me to speak.

But their were no words in me. So I only brushed her bangs away to kiss her forehead, and then pulled her back down to the bed. I'm sure she was anticipating that we would continue with our sexual activity, but I surprised her as I too wrapped my arms around her waist, and rested my head on her shoulder. Her muscles tensed for a fleeting moment before she relaxed and placed her hands on top of mine.

I felt myself smiling as I kissed her jawline gently. Strangely, this was a lot better than any intimate passion could bring.

"Are you happy now?" I asked, whispering into her ear. Her grip on my hands tightened.

"Yes."

Comments:I've actually been extremely dry lately. I haven't had too much creativity flow. That's why you haven't seen my stories pop up with updates like they usually do. Oh well. It'll end soon enough once I find some inspiration.

This is probably the most sexually strong thing I've ever written, though after reading it over, it's not actually too bad. I just don't write about sex with any minor explicit features since it makes me kind of squeamish.

Also, this piece is again a part of my moral beliefs.

Reviews are love. So if you love me, review. If you don't love me, review anyway.