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Title: Words You Shouldn't Say
Author: sheselectric
Rating: PG
Pairing: Billy/Dom. But quite frankly there is no use of names so you can pair up anyone. Even like Peter/Orli. ... Ewwwww. *goes blind*
Summary: There are two words you shouldn't say when you aren't supposed to be in love with someone.
Disclaimer: I'd be really sad if it happened. Wah.
Author Notes: Had blinding moment of inspiration. This is the result. Feedback gets award many sexual favors cookies. ^_^ And I'm posting far too much lately. And this coming from a girl who swore she'd never write RPS. Pft.




There are two words you shouldn't say to someone you aren't supposed to be in love with.

"Love you."

There are three words you definitely shouldn't say back when you know you aren't supposed to agree.

"Love you too."

There isn't supposed to be an awkward pause afterwards. Not a silent so defying it's almost like the color black. Dark and overwhelming and sending chills through the two in the room. There isn't supposed to be a feeling creeping over like a shadow from the dark. A shadow filled with regret and suspicion and wonder if love was the right word at the right time and the right place.

But it isn't right at all. None of what they are doing is anything near the word right. They are kissing. And hugging and in fact they are fucking as well. But neither of them like to think of it as just fucking. No, there's something else there too. There's the feeling of skin on skin. Arms dancingly loosely around waists. Lips bumping and grinding against all sorts of skin. Every inch of their bodies, explored, kissed and loved. Love. The word neither of them should be saying. Or thinking.

Because they can't possible love each other. Two straight young strapping men, aren't in love. It's passion. The heat of the moment. Many moments. Moments every night almost. That's it. Lust and heat. And in that moment of heat there is nothing better to do then fuck. No wait, it's love making. There's that word again. They had girlfriends, many in fact. And one of them still does. Or did. He can't remember when he's with the other. He forgets all sorts of things, like the fact that he is very straight. As an arrow. Straight as a shiny, sharp arrow.

There's a moment when they both were going to say something again. Both of them really thinking the same thing. Haha, just kidding. Did I say love? I meant something else. I don't love you. I can't love you. You're just my mate. My best mate. We should really be going now. Yes, going now.

They both got up at the same time. Reached for jeans and shirts, socks and shoes. Mobile phones and wallets. Both went for the door and started walking out. Walking in silence like two death row inmates walking towards the electric chair. Knowing their fate was just behind a door. Knowing an apology was too late and a correction of some sorts, was long since forgotten. A last minute pardon perhaps but neither were ready to admit they'd done anything wrong. They were just going to follow their fate and walk into the blinding light of the hotel's hallway. The glaring light of the invisible media that would jump at the chance to hear what they had just said. Twist their words and feed the public a fictional version of the truth.

The door opened and they left. Letting the door shut on it's own behind them.

Both knowing it was over now. It had to be. It was fun and passionate and mind blowing while it lasted.

Until it became love. No. It was always love.

It's just harder to pretend it's not when you say the words to prove it is.

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*trying to run away* *let herself be dragged*

I will not join you... I will be around your journal when it comes out

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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*evil laugh*

No one can ever escape me! Mwhaahhaahahaha.

Me and my sexy!Dom arms!