This is what Mu does when she gets a pairing in mind and needs to write about it before she explodes :)
WARNING? Some sexual implifications in the first and last ones.
:)
ClawMick
It’s kinda funny… Every other time I let him kiss me, or talk to me, or even just say something to make me blush, a part of me felt like I was losing a battle. This time, though… This time, I felt like I was winning the war. How cliché does that sound? But it’s true. Is this what love feels like?
Wow, something must be wrong with me. I mean, him, of all people! That arrogant, self-centered, haughty… Oh, who am I trying to kid?! I love him. I’m not sure why, and I have every reason to hate him, but… Just being so close, even for just one night… Nothing mattered anymore. There was no past, no future—only me and him and then and there.
When I woke up he was still asleep. It would take a brass band to get him up before noon, and even then he’d just find some earplugs and go back to sleep. I wanted to stay, I really did… But then I remembered what day it was.
How could I have forgotten?
Today was the day that he was going to marry my best friend.
Don’t get the wrong idea, though. She hates him passionately. It’s an arranged marriage, and only their parents are stupid enough to think either of them will be faithful.
But it still hurts.
Quickly and quietly, I gathered my clothes—getting dressed in the process—and crept to the door. I looked back; he was fast asleep. My eyes wanted to linger, but I suddenly felt sick, so I hurried out to my room (I forgot to say we were all staying at one of Larissa’s parents’ hotels). It wasn’t much longer before I found myself puking my guts out in the bathroom.
What happened? I didn’t think I’d eaten something bad… I didn’t have the flu, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t nerves… Pretty, sure, anyway. What could it have been? Unless… No, it wasn’t possible…! Was it? Had we-? I was sure we did but—it couldn’t have been morning sickness… Could it? No way, I told myself.
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JakeLeigh
How long has it been? If I thought about it longer, I could come up with a number but… Oh, the days fly by so fast. It seems so long ago, and yet it seems like just yesterday. What is this feeling?
She was so cute—she still is. But as time passes, I see her becoming less cute and more… well, beautiful. Should I be feeling this? Is it right or wrong? I don’t know. All I know this that I would gladly spend forever by her side, protecting her… This can’t be good, can it? It feels good but… Oh, I’m so confused.
She’s my employer. No, that’s not right. She’s the daughter of my employers. For as far back as I can recall she’s been there. I know her quirks, her faults, her weaknesses, and I lo- No. Stop. I shouldn’t. I can’t. I’m just hired help. I’m sure her parents already have some plan for her to be with some rich guy. I probably won’t see her after that. If that’s true… Three years. I could lose her in three years, if her mother and uncle have anything in common.
What am I doing?
Oh man.
Fate sure has some sense of humor, doesn’t it?
I snap out of my confused daze in time to see her heading toward me. There’s a skip in her step—she’s in a good mood, and so I am, too.
“Hi Jakey~” she sings, bouncing over and sitting across my lap with her legs over the arm of the chair I’m sitting in. Why, oh why did she have to use that nickname? I should be used to it by now, though.
“Hey Miss Leigh,” I respond with a smile, allowing her to sit on me. However, at my greeting, her smile fades to a pout. She looks so cute, but—what did I do wrong?
“Why do you call me ‘Miss’ all the time?”
What does she mean? “I’ve always called you that…”
“Well don’t anymore. It’s just Leigh.” She picks up one of my hands—I offer no resistance—and starts examining it. She compares its size to hers. Her skin is so soft. Her lavender hair is close enough to smell; it makes me think of wildflowers, but I am subtle. She decides to lace her fingers in mine. I hold her hand as I feel she wants me to.
“Just Leigh?”
“Just Leigh.”
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RathMick
Mickey couldn’t help but giggle as Rath tossed her, like a ragdoll, with little effort onto the bed. It had been a little difficult to get into her hotel room—unlocking a door and making out at the same time was hard—but they were in. Rath straddled her on the bed and gazed down with a slightly wolfish grin. Of course, she’d never tell him that; the neko hated wolves.
Since she had met him, Rath had grown into his cat ears. They weren’t as awkwardly cute anymore, but they were still just as sensitive. Mickey reached up to touch one, and noticed his tail stiffen slightly from the shock.
“Hey!” he protested playfully.
The half demon giggled again in response, moving her hand behind his neck to pull him a little closer.
His grin returning, Rath kissed Mickey lightly. One hand kept him from falling while the other fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he murmured in her ear. He kissed her cheek and continued, “I love you.”
Mickey didn’t reply. Rath’s voice was just noise; her mind was vivid. All she could see were images from the night before—her first night, the one with Claw. She could feel lips on her cheek, jawbone, neck… she felt warmth from another body on her torso as her shirt was unbuttoned all the way…
“Wait.”
“?” Rath looked confused. He moved away, being the type of guy he was, but didn’t quite climb off of the girl yet. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this.” Mickey began to move—Rath’s signal to get off. They both swung their legs over the left side of the bed, and Rath put his arm around Mickey. She began to button up her shirt.
“If you don’t want to, or you’re not ready, that’s okay.”
“That’s not it. I do want to, and I am ready, I just…”
“You just… what?”
How was she supposed to tell him? The half demon took a few moments to contemplate.
“Mickey…?”
“I slept with him!” Short. Simple. To-the-point. There was no need to clarify who ‘he’ was, but she regretted looking Rath in the eyes. She could almost hear his heart shatter.
“Oh.”
“Rath, I-”
“Save it.” He stood up, heading to the door.
Mickey stood, too, but was only able to take about two steps. One glance over his shoulder at her was enough to paralyze the girl. “Please,” she choked out, “Wait…”
“Wait for what? I waited almost six years for you—six years. I have always, always, been the better guy, but he always won. I’m done waiting.”
“But I don’t love him, Rath; I love you.” Taking a brave step forward, she reached to grab his arm, but it was pulled away just as she touched it.
“Don’t touch me.” He had never been so cold with her, even back when he’d hated her. Mickey didn’t know how to feel.
“Please Rath,’ she begged, “I’m here, I’m yours!” She didn’t even care about sleeping with him. She just needed him to look at her, and without that cold, judgmental stare…
“No you’re not,” he corrected her; “You’re his. You were his before I met you and you will still be his after I leave. I don’t want you if I have to share you.”
“But you don’t have to share me,” she insisted, “I don’t want him, but I need you… Please… Just look me in the eyes.” The girl wished she hadn’t asked him to do that when he did. The look in his eyes was enough to break what was left of the half demon. Her eyes filled with tears and she fell to her knees.
Rath watched her silently, his ears catching the occasional apology, excuse, or promise to change. What was he supposed to do? She had broken his heart, and staying with her should not have been an option, but… six years was a long time.
WARNING? Some sexual implifications in the first and last ones.
:)
ClawMick
It’s kinda funny… Every other time I let him kiss me, or talk to me, or even just say something to make me blush, a part of me felt like I was losing a battle. This time, though… This time, I felt like I was winning the war. How cliché does that sound? But it’s true. Is this what love feels like?
Wow, something must be wrong with me. I mean, him, of all people! That arrogant, self-centered, haughty… Oh, who am I trying to kid?! I love him. I’m not sure why, and I have every reason to hate him, but… Just being so close, even for just one night… Nothing mattered anymore. There was no past, no future—only me and him and then and there.
When I woke up he was still asleep. It would take a brass band to get him up before noon, and even then he’d just find some earplugs and go back to sleep. I wanted to stay, I really did… But then I remembered what day it was.
How could I have forgotten?
Today was the day that he was going to marry my best friend.
Don’t get the wrong idea, though. She hates him passionately. It’s an arranged marriage, and only their parents are stupid enough to think either of them will be faithful.
But it still hurts.
Quickly and quietly, I gathered my clothes—getting dressed in the process—and crept to the door. I looked back; he was fast asleep. My eyes wanted to linger, but I suddenly felt sick, so I hurried out to my room (I forgot to say we were all staying at one of Larissa’s parents’ hotels). It wasn’t much longer before I found myself puking my guts out in the bathroom.
What happened? I didn’t think I’d eaten something bad… I didn’t have the flu, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t nerves… Pretty, sure, anyway. What could it have been? Unless… No, it wasn’t possible…! Was it? Had we-? I was sure we did but—it couldn’t have been morning sickness… Could it? No way, I told myself.
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JakeLeigh
How long has it been? If I thought about it longer, I could come up with a number but… Oh, the days fly by so fast. It seems so long ago, and yet it seems like just yesterday. What is this feeling?
She was so cute—she still is. But as time passes, I see her becoming less cute and more… well, beautiful. Should I be feeling this? Is it right or wrong? I don’t know. All I know this that I would gladly spend forever by her side, protecting her… This can’t be good, can it? It feels good but… Oh, I’m so confused.
She’s my employer. No, that’s not right. She’s the daughter of my employers. For as far back as I can recall she’s been there. I know her quirks, her faults, her weaknesses, and I lo- No. Stop. I shouldn’t. I can’t. I’m just hired help. I’m sure her parents already have some plan for her to be with some rich guy. I probably won’t see her after that. If that’s true… Three years. I could lose her in three years, if her mother and uncle have anything in common.
What am I doing?
Oh man.
Fate sure has some sense of humor, doesn’t it?
I snap out of my confused daze in time to see her heading toward me. There’s a skip in her step—she’s in a good mood, and so I am, too.
“Hi Jakey~” she sings, bouncing over and sitting across my lap with her legs over the arm of the chair I’m sitting in. Why, oh why did she have to use that nickname? I should be used to it by now, though.
“Hey Miss Leigh,” I respond with a smile, allowing her to sit on me. However, at my greeting, her smile fades to a pout. She looks so cute, but—what did I do wrong?
“Why do you call me ‘Miss’ all the time?”
What does she mean? “I’ve always called you that…”
“Well don’t anymore. It’s just Leigh.” She picks up one of my hands—I offer no resistance—and starts examining it. She compares its size to hers. Her skin is so soft. Her lavender hair is close enough to smell; it makes me think of wildflowers, but I am subtle. She decides to lace her fingers in mine. I hold her hand as I feel she wants me to.
“Just Leigh?”
“Just Leigh.”
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RathMick
Mickey couldn’t help but giggle as Rath tossed her, like a ragdoll, with little effort onto the bed. It had been a little difficult to get into her hotel room—unlocking a door and making out at the same time was hard—but they were in. Rath straddled her on the bed and gazed down with a slightly wolfish grin. Of course, she’d never tell him that; the neko hated wolves.
Since she had met him, Rath had grown into his cat ears. They weren’t as awkwardly cute anymore, but they were still just as sensitive. Mickey reached up to touch one, and noticed his tail stiffen slightly from the shock.
“Hey!” he protested playfully.
The half demon giggled again in response, moving her hand behind his neck to pull him a little closer.
His grin returning, Rath kissed Mickey lightly. One hand kept him from falling while the other fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he murmured in her ear. He kissed her cheek and continued, “I love you.”
Mickey didn’t reply. Rath’s voice was just noise; her mind was vivid. All she could see were images from the night before—her first night, the one with Claw. She could feel lips on her cheek, jawbone, neck… she felt warmth from another body on her torso as her shirt was unbuttoned all the way…
“Wait.”
“?” Rath looked confused. He moved away, being the type of guy he was, but didn’t quite climb off of the girl yet. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this.” Mickey began to move—Rath’s signal to get off. They both swung their legs over the left side of the bed, and Rath put his arm around Mickey. She began to button up her shirt.
“If you don’t want to, or you’re not ready, that’s okay.”
“That’s not it. I do want to, and I am ready, I just…”
“You just… what?”
How was she supposed to tell him? The half demon took a few moments to contemplate.
“Mickey…?”
“I slept with him!” Short. Simple. To-the-point. There was no need to clarify who ‘he’ was, but she regretted looking Rath in the eyes. She could almost hear his heart shatter.
“Oh.”
“Rath, I-”
“Save it.” He stood up, heading to the door.
Mickey stood, too, but was only able to take about two steps. One glance over his shoulder at her was enough to paralyze the girl. “Please,” she choked out, “Wait…”
“Wait for what? I waited almost six years for you—six years. I have always, always, been the better guy, but he always won. I’m done waiting.”
“But I don’t love him, Rath; I love you.” Taking a brave step forward, she reached to grab his arm, but it was pulled away just as she touched it.
“Don’t touch me.” He had never been so cold with her, even back when he’d hated her. Mickey didn’t know how to feel.
“Please Rath,’ she begged, “I’m here, I’m yours!” She didn’t even care about sleeping with him. She just needed him to look at her, and without that cold, judgmental stare…
“No you’re not,” he corrected her; “You’re his. You were his before I met you and you will still be his after I leave. I don’t want you if I have to share you.”
“But you don’t have to share me,” she insisted, “I don’t want him, but I need you… Please… Just look me in the eyes.” The girl wished she hadn’t asked him to do that when he did. The look in his eyes was enough to break what was left of the half demon. Her eyes filled with tears and she fell to her knees.
Rath watched her silently, his ears catching the occasional apology, excuse, or promise to change. What was he supposed to do? She had broken his heart, and staying with her should not have been an option, but… six years was a long time.
