Blogindlæg 30/07-09 00:43

Does your husband know? (Pete Wentz Oneshot)

”Welcome to MTV’s cribs—” … ”Yes, baby, harder!—“ … “ The lion is a very—“ … “Why does it always raaaain on –“ … The dark room got lit up in flashes as he flipped through the channels, he flipped back to MTV and stared at the screen, where 50 cent talked about his many cars, for a couple of seconds, then he flipped through a couple of channels again. At last he reached a channel with a blank screen. He turned the television off and the room turned dark. He sighed, he now saw her even more clearly in his mind. He couldn’t sleep. It was always like that the day before he would go to see her. The day he’d finally check his calendar and notice the mark on the day where he was going to her house. The day her husband would go on a business trip. He looked forward to it as always, to see her, smell her, kiss her, touch her, just to be with her. He knew he would regret it, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d fallen deeply in love with her, though he hadn’t meant to. He felt as though he was ripped in two, one side wanting to be with her and the other side not wanting to just be a footnote in someone else’s happiness. He’d never get her to himself. She had him. He’d given her everything, a big, beautiful ring on her finger, a big house, everything she loved. He knew she was a sucker for expensive stuff, that’s why she picked her husband; she told him that. Still he was completely in love with her, and he didn’t care about that side of her, he cared about the side of her, which would make her be with him. The side that made him believe that he was all she wanted. He grabbed a bottle from his nightstand and pulled the lid off. He raised it to his nose and took in the scent. It was actually an old glue bottle, but he’d snuck some of her expensive perfume – which was too expensive for him, that’s why he had in an old glue bottle - into it, so he could smell her. Yeah, he knew it was a bit sick, but again, he couldn’t help himself…
She pressed him up against the wall and kissed him hard on the lips. He let out a gasp as her lips left his mouth for a second. She let him feel her up as she still had him pinned to the wall. In their blur of passion they knocked down an expensive vase, which smashed into a thousand pieces. He froze, he was always afraid that someone would catch them. He always felt like the walls where listening to every moan and gasp. “I’ll make someone clean that up later,” she breathed and kissed him as they continued their way to the bedroom…



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