A/N: This is a song-fic that one of my good friends requested I write so here it is Veve. I hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: Err, Larxene and Marluxia perving on each other.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marluxia or Larxene or the song I am not a whore. That belongs to Lmfao and they can keep it.
Marluxia & Larxene
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore,
But I like to do it.
The pulsing music. It pounds in my head. The heady smell of sweat. This is what I thrive in. Music so loud it makes you dizzy. It's just exhilarating. The feeling of bodies grinding around you. How could you not love it? That is until your partner gets the need to feel you up.
Most girls I meet are quite savage.
Always tryna' grab up on my package.
They say I look yummy and they want a taste,
But I'm a human not a sandwich.
Don't get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next guy but after a while the groping becomes mundane. It's like I'm a piece of raw meat in a cage with starving wolves. The brash nature of these women is just plain irritating. I mean I know I'm hot, but is it truly necessary?
I was at my favorite club. Flaunting my looks and strutting my stuff, when I met her. Her blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Her lips formed a smirk when she realized she had caught my attention. She made her way over to me and immediately began trying to taunt me.
Sometimes I feel like LL Cool Jay.
I make love not not wear them bootay,
But every girl I try to get to know
Ends up tryin to do me.
I said.
She ran her hands down her body in time to the music and locked her gaze against mine. Playfully, she ran a finger down my chest and continued down until she reached my thigh. Pressing her body against mine, she grabbed my crotch through my tight pants. I fought off a moan and rolled my eyes at her. She wanted to play.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore,
But I like to do it.
I wasn't going to let this unknown women get her way with me so I spun away from her grip and made my way across the dance floor, smirking at her look of irritation. I found a new partner and delighted in the fact that the nameless blonde had a look fit to kill on her face. I ignored my partner. My eyes were on the blonde and my dancing was only for her. I liked to play too.
Sometimes, I just wanna dance.
Girl I know yah like my style,
But get your hand outta my pants.
I let her approach me again. We danced. Our bodies grinding together in an extremely provocative fashion. Then she became aggressive again. She moved her hand down to my pelvis, completely bypassing my pants, grasped my excitement in the middle of the dance floor. I rolled my eyes. I was not going to do this.
I am not a whore.
(No no no.)
I am not a whore.
(Not your hoe.)
I am not a whore.
(I just love the music.)
I am not a whore.
(But I like to do it.)
Or was I? This girl that I had been taunting had me entirely turned on with her rough tactics. I normally would not be obliged to give into these advances but there was something about her. I reached down and grasped her cheeks, pulling her into a rough, sloppy kiss. Tongues and teeth clashed in this battle for dominance. My hand ran down her side and I looped my arm around her waist to pull her flush against me. I could feel her breasts crushed firmly against my chest and I could feel the warmth coming from her body. Suddenly, it was too hot.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
I am not a whore.
The next thing I knew, we were at a nearby hotel and we were stripped of all clothing. I saw nothing wrong with this. This was just sex. Nothing meaningful behind it. Just pure, carnal desire. Then I realized I didn't know her name. I question her about this. Larxene. I shared mine when she asked and then there was no more foreplay. We fucked. It was as simple as that and when I woke the next morning the only thing I was left with was a memory and a name. Larxene.
A/N: Ay! That was one of the weirdest things I had to write. I guess I'm fine with the out come but I don't think I'm going to write that pairing again. I prefer Marly to be with Vexen because it's funnier. Again Veve, that was for you. I hope everyone enjoyed it. Ja~