I know this was more than a week later, but I am working on more than one story at the moment and I was inspired for another one. I won't forget about this fic though, for those of you who are actually reading it.
Disclaimer: I really see no point for these, it's not like anyone will actually think I invented the game, but no I don't own SSX Tricky
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Moby found Zoe that evening in the common room, sitting on a couch and watching the flames dance in the fireplace.
"Zoe?" Moby asked curiously.
Strange, no one had seen her all day and here she was sitting as if in a trance. Truth be told, Zoe didn't want to have to face Moby or Psymon until she had her feelings sorted out; but it seemed fate had other ideas. Zoe shifted her eyes to Moby's frame, standing next to the couch.
"Hi Moby." Zoe tried to sound normal but failed, her voice sounding weak even to her own ears.
"Something wrong love?" Moby asked and sat down next to her. Zoe got off the couch immediately, fearing being to close to him at the moment; an act Moby noticed. Zoe went to stand in front of the fireplace in a show of warming her hands on the heat that blew out of the fireplace's blower.
"Not at all." Zoe said in response. Moby made a snort of disbelief. Zoe sighed.
"You can tell me ya know." Moby said and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her small form. Zoe tried to fight it, to not give in, but against her will found herself relaxing in his embrace. Stop it! she scolded herself mentally but did not pull away.
"No, I-I can't." Zoe stuttered out as Moby let one of his hands play with the hem of her shirt. Zoe smacked herself mentally as she allowed his touch to wander under her shirt. 'This is wrong' her conscience told her 'Psymon is your boyfriend now, you shouldn't let an old flame touch you like this.' Zoe was about to pull away when Moby grasped her breast through her bra. Zoe gasped at the touch. Moby nuzzled her neck and licked her ear.
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to." Moby's words were kind, but his tone was flirtatious. Zoe couldn't think, her brain seemed to have jammed and all she could register was the wonderful feeling she was getting from Moby massaging her breast.
"I....yeah....sure." Zoe mumbled. She couldn't help herself, she leaned into his touch even more. The warm air from the fire and his ministrations were causing heat to spread through Zoe's body. Suddenly, it was too hot in the deserted common room. Zoe finally realized what she was doing and forcefully pulled herself out of Moby's grasp. She turned to face him and adjusted her top.
"Moby, we can't. I-I'm with Psymon now." Her voice wavered and betrayed her words of protest. Moby picked up on this as well.
"You don't really want him though, do you?" Moby said it in a persuasive tone. He reached for her again but Zoe sidestepped out of the way.
"No! I mean Yes! I do want Psymon. You should leave." Zoe kicked herself for her choice of words, 'idiot'. Her feelings were driving her insane. Why can't I be happy with Psymon? She asked herself. Why do I still yearn for Moby's touch? I'm just not as close with Psymon that's all, she tried to reason but that wasn't true either. They had become just as close as her and Moby were. Then why dammit! her mind screamed.
'Because, you like Moby more." That god-dammed voice returned.
Moby watched her face carefully as thoughts chased themselves across its surface.
"Are you sure?" Zoe opened her mouth to tell him off for real when Psymon walked into the room. He paused and his gaze flitted over the two occupants with curiosity, and concern that his rival was alone with *his* girlfriend.
"Everything alright hun?" Psymon asked suspiciously, adding the pet name for good measure and to warn Moby off. Moby glared at Psymon but seemed to take the hint, and after a suave smile at Zoe strode out of the room. Zoe watched him leave warily, afraid that the men might get into it but her thoughts didn't appear to have foundation as Moby left the room without confrontation.
Psymon walked over to his girlfriend and kissed her. Zoe instantly responded and they shared a passionate kiss.
"What was that about?" Psymon asked when they came up for air.
"Oh nothing Psy, Moby was just apologizing." Zoe covered well, remembering their chat earlier in the day. Psymon nodded.
"Well good, the ass should be sorry." Zoe chuckled.
"Yeah, I threatened him if he ever thought about doing it again." Psymon gave her a look filled with pride and kissed her nose.
"That's my girl."
Zoe gave an uneasy laugh, still thinking about when Moby had touched her. 'Damn' she thought to herself.
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I know I know, I suck for not making them longer but damnit I don't feel like it! So enjoy what you get! Sorry I am feeling a bit irritable right now. Review if you read it!
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