Yeah another chappie! I do wish I had more reviews for this fic than, well, none. But oh well, if I can't write what people like, it's my own fault.
It's strange to find her appartement empty and silent. Normally, she would be downstairs at this hour, watching TV or singing along with the radio. I smile as I think of her sweet, calming voice. Not really what you'd expect from someone as loud as Ruby. But there's more to my little angel than what meets the eye...
I softly call out her name. No answer. She probably fell asleep on the couch, or something. I check the living room, the kitchen, even the toilet. But Ruby is nowhere to be seen. Maybe she already went to bed? I grin a bit at this thought. I mean, which man wouldn't? I shove the little box with the precious ring in it into my pocket and climb the stairs. I call out her name again, but once again, receive no answer. Was she already fast asleep?
I knock on the bathroom door, but all I hear is the eerie echo of the contact between my knuckles and the wood. I frown at this, and I feel a strange fear grip at my heart. I stand still for a moment, and listen intently. What are those weird noises? I shake the uncomfortable feeling off, and head towards her bedroom. My hand searches for the shape of the small treasure in my pocket. Ruby will be so happy, when I present it to her. I just know, ...well, ...hope she will.
I'm standing in front of her bedroom now, and it's there that the noises are coming from. Human noises. I might not be very experienced, but I know which sounds people make when they're 'doing the deed'. Although I can't quite believe it, that Ruby... Although mere seconds earlier, I still had the unfaltering trust and faith that... My hand finds the doorknob, and I grant myself entrance to a damp, darkened room, with a heavy scent of sweat and sex in the air. I lean against the doorframe and fold my arms, as the couple on the bed stirs. 'Well, this is a bit clichéd, don't you guys think?' I remark in my ever-sarcastic tone. Ruby desperately tries to cover herself up, and Marcus turns his head in shame.
Afwully clichéd, I know. I'm laughing at myself for writing this shit.