Anomaly.

There are certain things in life that are constants. Certain truths and facts that are indisputable, and unalterable. A few examples: As long as you remain on planet Earth, you are gravity's bitch. If you jump into a deep body of water with no one around but your own sub-conscience, and nothing with you but a handful of courage, and no ability to swim whatsoever? You will drown. You will get in an argument. You will fall in like. You will fall in lust. You will fall in love. You will fall into a variation of the previous three. And finally, –Drumroll please-- you will have your heart broken.

I suppose I could have said “You will get jaded,” but that's depending on the person. I apply to this fact... but only to a certain degree. Not jaded enough to never get in a relationship again, but jaded enough to bring about the downfall of the relationship.

There have been many relationships that I've half-heartedly build up, then watched ooze apart. Like an ice cream cone on a hot, damp, sticky summer afternoon. They all left in the end. Either bitterly, or angrily, or gladly. And each time, I lost a little bit more hope. Which is kind of silly, when I think about it. Early 20s is an awfully young age to think you have a right to become jaded. But I am, and there's one thing that I've been sure of for a long time now: Relationships are a waste of time. Whoever gets into one is a sadistic little love-glutton, who's desperate for company and is masochistic enough to put themselves through the annoyance, and frustration, and ulcers that come with the territory. There has to be a percentage of self-respect so low in order to get involved in a relationship. It's like willingly being a slave, or even more degrading, a pet. Never get into a relationship. Never.

That being said... I'm currently in a relationship. If you're venturing on calling me hypocritical, too late. I've done it many times. But hear me out, and maybe I can get you to understand this anomaly in my disillusioned little world.

Her name isn't important. It's merely a tag of identification, but that's a rant for another day. And yes, I can tell you about her physically. How she's beautiful, and not just in my eyes. How she has a graceful neck that is just screaming “decorate me with your fantastic hickies!” And her perfectly smooth, flat tummy that you can't resist but kiss along the way. Long, graceful legs that make you shiver if you dare think too deeply of how they feel wrapped around you. Physically, she is a Goddess. And she knows it. Can anyone say dangerous? But, regardless of the absolute perfection regarding her physical traits, it's only part of a much greater reason of why I'm so addicted to her.

This girl has an energy that can make a burnt out light bulb glow brighter than the sun. Her eyes shimmer with radiance that demands your attention when cast upon you. She can act dim-witted enough, but underestimate her and you'll walk away with plenty of bruising to your ego. She's spontaneous and borderline care-free. She lives for a moment. She's self-less. She'll give you all of hers and all she'll demand in return is a little affection. She can act tough, but let her in deep enough and she'll show you a tender heart, so easy to break, and all she'll ask is not to mistreat it.

She's that punch in your energy drink. She's the “bang” in a Flash-Bang grenade. She's the petal of a flower and the warmth and comfort of a loving hug. A beauty on the outside with a treasure of a heart on the inside that no one ever bothered to discover. And she chose me.

At this point, after I had aptly described her as best I could by using metaphors and similes that would make poets tip their hats, I asked myself this: “Why me?” A question we all tend to ask. And there's a simple answer to that. When she walked into the room, I had blatantly refused to give her attention. I had made her giggle, and she started talking. And while I had to admit that she was downright beautiful and appealing in every sense, I had my sights set on a different girl, and I hadn't been shy about showing it.

Big mistake.

So, through some drama and turbulence that played out and eventually leveled off, we ended up here. In the mall, at a shop, with her holding up clothes and me just shaking or nodding my head. And really, there are no ordinary moments. Every one of them counts, and while some moments you may wonder about, I can tell you exactly why this moment is extraordinary: Because, through all the light-hearted jokes and the flirtatious giggles and the playful teasing, I'm honestly about ready to admit that I'm strung on this girl.

... Oh hell. Who am I kidding? I'm admitting it, I am strung on this girl. I love her. Every bit of her. Which makes me mad, because my cynical conscience is screaming 'what the hell?' while my heart is crying out 'in your face!'

With a playful “Hey!” I was woken out of my stupor. Happy green eyes stared at me curiously while a pretty mouth smiled. “Back with the land of the living?”

I smiled at her and nudged her playfully. “Temporarily. Have anything for me that'll convince me to stay full-time?”

She gave me a look. With an exaggerated “hmph,” she grabbed a few articles of clothing and walked to the door of the dressing room that she's been in and out of six times in the past 40 minutes. I was given a serious look and was signaled to follow.

I rolled my eyes. Great. More trying on of clothes. With a heave, I made my way over. Once I had the dressing room door closed, she cleared her throat to get my attention. “Sit,” She commanded.

I looked at her puzzled, then sat down on the seat of the room. She walked over, placed her hands on either side of my head against the wall behind me, and straddled me. Her head lowered, and her lips lightly pressed against mine.

My whole body lit up, and I felt every part of me come alive. Her mouth slowly moved against mine and I responded, letting my hands firmly hold her waist as she buried her fingers in my hair. Her kissing began to increase in intensity as she started pressing her hips against me.

She pulled away just far enough to avoid contact. Her breath tickled my lips. “Is that a good enough reason for you?” The movement of her hips continued, and the sound of her light moans were getting to me. In a most spine tingling, hair raising way.

I made a noise of approval. My hands disengaged themselves from her waist and begain to crawl upwards, below her shirt. Caressing the smooth skin on their way up. Her eyes flashed, and she gave me a look, and with a mere look, she was making it very clear what she wanted.

I quickly rid her of her shirt, and unhooked her bra, allowing my hands to cover and caress her breasts. She made a small noise, and buried her hips against my lower abdomen, pushing roughly enough to give her friction. I removed my hand and covered her nipple with my mouth.

A small whimper escaped her mouth right against my ear, and I felt a surge of electricity that seemed to make me hypersensitive. A throbbing between my legs made my hips push upwards against hers, and a moan slipped it's way out.

She pulled away from me and batted away my remaining hand. In a move that made me slide down father on the seat, she grabbed the hem of my jeans and gave it a sharp tug, her hands working desperately, almost clumsily to get it undone. She unbuttoned it and slide down the he zipper, and her hands snaked below my panties and right into a place that was currently very hot and very wet. Her fingers crazed my clit and I inhaled sharply, and exhaled a sound that was both pleased and begging for more.

“Baby?” She murmured against my ear. Her sultry voice making my chest beat harder and giving me a shove. “I really want to be inside you right now.” And on that cue, she entered me with her fingers. I had been smart enough to cover my mouth as a sound of bliss escaped me. She went right to work, her fingers sliding in and our of me so swiftly. I moved my friction against her, and the only thought that occurred to me, in a split second of coherency was how damned good it felt.

She batted away my hand that covered my mouth and moved in to kiss me. Her kiss wasn't gentle, pressing against me and muffling every moan and sound I made. Her fingers continued to move, and I was out of my mind until I felt it. And I couldn't take it. Tearing away from her mouth I pulled her against me tightly. My sounds repressed by her shoulder. She pushed into me roughly as I came. It was all apparitions and fireworks as I squeezed my eyes shut. The intense feeling was everywhere one second and gone in the next, leaving behind a heavy, but at the same time, light feeling of content warmth.

The girl mounting me started giving me light, suckling kisses along my neck. Mumbling my name and giggling when all I could give her was a lazy, jumbled reply. Her fingers gently slipped out, and she moved away. I eyed her in a blissful state of lethargy as she smiled at me, in the process of putting back on her articles of clothing.

“That was... really good...” I whispered out.

I received a wider smile and a teasing look. “Praise me more appropriately back at your place.” And I couldn't help but laugh.

My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a brisk knocking on the changing room door. A rather meek-sounding female voice began to speak. “Excuse me? Is everything alright in there? I heard noises and I was just checking to see if...”

Her voice faded when I noticed her look on me. Mischievous. Playful. Daring.

I looked down at my wildly inappropriate state of dress. My eyes darted up at her hand.

On the handle.

She gave me a wink and twisted the knob.

~End.

Yeah! Yeah! I know. I died. But then I came back. And you all missed me.

I freakin' wrote something! Ahh! I have so many half-started, incomplete drabbles that I forgot what my idea behind most of them were. Jesus that's sad.

I want to dedicate this to someone who had actually begged me to write something a LONG time ago. Sorry I kept you waiting. I'll try to give you something better. You deserve that much.