Author's Note: I've used this frickin line about "not wanting it any other way" like a zillion times so you'll have to excuse me for it.
Day One-Hundred Ninety-One: Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars
"Are you sure?"
She nodded slightly before kissing him tenderly on the cheek. That wasn't sexual at all; it was almost like a chaste little kiss, but when all the other elements of this scenario were taken into account, well…you could get the picture.
A little part of her heart ached about this whole situation. She wasn't being totally honest with him and she knew it. She hated it. She hated that she'd gotten naked for him on several occasions, but still had never gotten naked in the way she wanted to. She wanted to be honest. She wished she could say he was the only person she had never, ever lied to, but she couldn't.
Little did she know that he was privy to everything. He knew much more than she ever realized. He knew everything she didn't want him to know. He knew about A and A's little games and he absolutely despised them with a fervent passion. Sometimes it killed him that she never said anything to him and just suffered silence, but he thought he mostly understood it. To him, each kiss was like some sort of tainted sweet: poisonous, but almost coveted and delicious.
To her, his kisses were something she yearned in times like these; they were sweet and intoxicating like some fine wine.
She kissed him on the neck, right under his chin. Her skin tingled from simple contact.
She couldn't describe this feeling she had around him. She didn't know whether to call it love. She was sure she loved him, but sometimes, she felt…odd around him, for a reason completely removed from the lying and secret-keeping. Maybe this was what true love felt like. She wouldn't know; she had never experienced romantic love before him.
He could say the same for her. He would always love her. He just wanted her to be honest, though. Sometimes, he felt bad. It seemed like Spencer sometimes had to try so hard with him just to get some sort of response or reaction. He was getting more and more distant as of late, but it sort of made sense to him. After all, now he knew she was lying to him all the time. He felt like that spurned lover from a Shakespearean play: willingly (and foolishly) abused. But on the other hand, how could the same lips that kissed him so sweetly and genuinely tell such wanton and malignant lies? How could the same hands that so easily held his heart be the same hands that metaphorically hit him where it hurt when his back was turned? It was a paradox. He couldn't wrap his head around it all.
His stream of thought was interrupted by the sensation of her fingers touching him gingerly on his stomach. He froze for a moment before running his own hands down her bare back. He could practically feel her shiver beneath his fingertips.
She both hated and loved the feeling he gave her when he touched her. He hated how it made her feel week, but she loved the feeling itself.
Both of them hated how at times, their minds wanted nothing to do with the other (in this aspect, at least), but their bodies always involuntarily responded. They would always choose one another.
And both of them decided that they would never have it any other way.
euphoric-acidosis: I know. Everyone is at least a little bit gay: don't forget that. Also, everyone's a little straight, too. No, I believe you. SLL sucked. Oops, I'm sorry. I'm an American. I know my usage of grey and colour or favourite might beguile you and mislead you but I am, in fact, American, and a mum is a flower.
MilaMizz: In case anyone didn't notice, most of my one-shots are, in fact, rushed. But I'm actually two or three one-shots ahead now, so I can hopefully take the time to write out these last few. I think I'll be finished with 195 (or at least halfway through it) by the end of the day, so I can start working on my other stories and actually have the time to think things out. No, it's not bad. You have the right to feel that way. It's not like you're wishing him death. No, you do not wish you were Jewish. You have to spend like the whole freaking day (and it's two days) in the synagogue. And then ten days later, you have to not eat for a whole 24 hours. And on Passover, you can't eat bread. No bread, no grains...you can't even eat rice. Do you know how little I can eat on Passover? It sucks.
eveningshades1107: That's so funny. I'm experiencing angst, too. I have a friend (who actually reminds me of you and vice versa) and I'm a bit worried about her. Nobody should ever be mad at you. You're the best. Lucky you, you get a weekend. I'd rather have school these next two days, tbh. Spencer totally SHOULD wear a red dress that shows off her best asset to prom, though. And we'd BETTER get a prom and graduation ep. We've had to go through three Halloween episodes (the second one in S3 being the only one that actually had any value, imo). I just love torturing both my characters and my reviewers. Thank you, so much. That made me feel so proud of #180. It took me SO long to write. I thought that would be the best Easter egg/reference of them all ("You do know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow."). Christmas in New York is so cute. It just is.
AL3110:Have fun at the wedding :D I liked them when I was like four but now they suck. Wendy's is the best of those fast food chains. No, I don't think they have those here. My mom does have a cute accent, doesn't she? I'm making a website for writing (and including some of my non-fanfic writing) and I'm putting Elizabeth Woolridge Grant and Marina Diamandis on my "contemporary influences" page because guess what THEY ARE POETS. Like you said, Lana is a Sapphire and Marina is a Diamond.
Tomorrow's one-shot will be Out of the Shadows by Cut One and I think I seriously have a thing with hurting Alison. It's so bad. -Kayson