Title: True Love (doesn't need a title)
Author: ferretgirl-1124
Pairing(s): SpeedyxAqualad
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Slash, introspection
Disclaimer: I may not own them, but that doesn't mean I can't rent them out long enough to play with 'em. It also doesn't mean that I can't horribly skew their little world when the fancy strikes me.
Word Count: 290

Summary: Sex, love, or fate? Some days it was hard to decide.

A/N: Suggestion of the week; 'What is Owed' by Shesau. Absolutely incredible piece of work, with a unique look at the Spaqualad pairing that actually inspired this fic.

Also? There are more hits on this story then there are words. …by about 2000. Look at the word count and tell me that isn't amazing. Thank you all so much for reading! Not beta'd, because I suck...

Some days there was no time to talk. Even on the best days there was only time for one thing; it came down to talk or screw, and since both were precious, they decided depending on how they felt.

They screwed around a lot. The touches weren't gentle, but they didn't need to be; they knew each others bodies as well as they knew their own, and the rough and tumble play was fun and effective, much more exciting (in every sense of the word) then a gentle lovers touch.

But it wasn't just about the sex. There was something that connected them, a red string of fate that they could not escape. He was sure it was cowardice, in a way, how they refused to title what they were, to avoid the restrictions and titles and prejudices, but he didn't care.

If it was cowardice to be afraid, upset, unsure, to hold someone without knowing why it has to be them in your arms, then he was a coward, through and through.

It was love, but it wasn't, but it was; it was different but just as strong, and impossible to explain to those that hadn't experienced it. It was indefinable and even he had a hard time understanding just what they had, the almost friends with benefits that was much stronger then something that simple.

With a sigh, the Atlantean lay back down next to his calmly sleeping lover, unable to contain a small smile as the redhead reached out, pulling him closer in his sleep. He settled in and closed his eyes, deciding with his last conscious thought of the night that some things didn't need an explanation. Some things simply were, and that was good enough.