If I was given a penny every time I've written something I don't even understand, I would be rich enough to buy the internet...

Title: Voices of another Life
Characters: Lust?
Pairing: on the surface LustX?
Rating PG-13
Warnings implied smut, minor curse-word
Word count--391

Nothing had ever seemed to overwhelm her quite as much as the image that she couldn't pull out of her restless brain. Nothing could erase the repercussions of what had happened, they would never leave, and as much as she could try, the woman couldn't drive out the source of this madness that was building inside her.

Hell, she wasn't even human. So why couldn't she do a perfectly inhuman thing? There was nothing hard about it; it was her namesake after all.

Pushing a raven lock of hair out of her face with an irritable snuff, she folded her arms around the slender waist of a blond haired man and slapped on a smile that could fool anyone but herself. With a false gleam in her eye that had taken her countless evenings to perfect, she made a low sound in her throat and pushed her perfectly formed body along the ridged length of the man beneath her.

The man gave a small purr as he was pushed against the chair he was resting in and arched the bones of his back until he could feel them cry out in pain. After the everlasting thread of bad luck he had been having, the blond was more then happy to take a chance to get something that he was almost certain he needed. Pulling his blue eyes away from the very ample and very female pair of lumps that had been pushed into this line of vision, he looked at the red orbs that were the woman's eyes.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, however how could you look into the soul when the soul wasn't even human. How could a human understand inhuman things, and how could she understand the desires of humans. Why was she affiliating herself with people that weren't even of her species? A person that wasn't even her own gender...

With a sniff she pushed herself away form the man and pulled the edges of her dress back to their original position. The man looked up to her with eyes that held a look of betrayal, a look that she had seen countless times. And, like countless times before, she was able to brush it off and she left the man to wonder what he had done to get stood up like that...again.

A/N: I actually think the man was based off of Jean Havoc...the poor guy.

I was thinking of placing this in with my LustWinry drabbles as a continuation of the first drabble I did, To Live is to Love. However I'd have to change some things. Anyway, I love reviews and I promise to reply to each of them. .