Summary: Gojyo's musings while seducing a woman

Acknowledgements and Disclaimers: I don't own Saiyuki, nor do I own Gojyo (more's the pity) they belong to Kazuya Minekura. I'm just sneaking onto her playground playing four-square. No money was harmed, or changed hands, during the making of this fic. Soundtrack is 'Two Out of Three Ain't Bad' by Meatloaf.

"I love you, babe."

Yeah, I say I love you. I say it all the time. I say good morning all the time, that doesn't mean I think there's anything particularly good about the morning. It's just words.

I could have said it to someone once, and meant it, but that was...a long time ago. One person. Once.

"Your kiss is so sweet."

I did mean that one. Just because it's not the sweetest kiss I've ever tasted doesn't mean it's not sweet all the same. And this one, warm and firm, is definitely up there with the best of them. Just not the one I really want.

Huh, would you look at that? I knew she wanted me.

"You're so sexy. I love your body."

She is, too. Soft and curvy in all the right places. The waist, that tucks into my arm so nicely, the swell of her hips as I smooth my hands along them. Her breast curves to fit my palm and oh, you like that do you?

Another kiss, so I can hold her close. I'll keep running my fingers along her back and she'll never notice that I'm stroking a name onto her skin, marking him onto her.

What? So it's a thing, alright? I haven't seen him in three years, it's kind of like keeping him with me. They never notice, leave me alone about it.

"Mmmmm, baby you feel so good."

And she does, all hot and inviting; we're moving together with her face flushed beneath me and her hips thrusting up like that. It's so good and she's ready and I'm ready and we fall through pleasure together until we kiss the sky.

Gee, she must have been tired. The sex was good, it always is. If you can't have the one you really want you might as well enjoy what you can get. Works for me, and I've never had any complaints. But since she's really asleep now I'll reach out, just one more time, and trace that name onto her.

I wonder if she's busy tomorrow?