It was fun, wasn't it?

AN: I'm not sure why, but someone named RogueMudblood keeps leaving me reviews saying that my disclaimer is incorrect which is odd since I'm using the disclaimer that AFF has posted in the forums AND the points RogueMudblood says need to be addressed ARE addressed in the disclaimer. SO...on that note, could RogueMudblood contact me somehow so I can find out exactly what the problem is? Thanks.

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It was fun, wasn't it? No strings attached for us to get tangled in. No underlying meanings to define later. We just tucked them away as our bodies tucked against one another in the darkness of this unfamiliar hotel room. And perhaps it's best that I don't know my surroundings, so your scent will never get caught in anything of my own. So you'll never imprint your image on anything that might remind me of you later.

And maybe it's best that I do not know what to call you, and you only call me baby...so I won't find myself lying awake at night whispering your name. So my mind cannot tell my heart the true identity of the one who has stolen it.

But I'm tired of the falsehood that always passes your lips. I want to hear you call out my real name. I want to hear the letters slide over one another through panting breaths as you topple over the edge within me, alongside me. I want you to see through me...beyond the powder coated face and painted lips that destroy my reality. Beyond the sculpted brows and shining fingertips that glisten in the dim lamplight...the color you told me you adore.

I want to be more to you, feel more with you, live a little carefully beside you. I've had too many years of recklessness.

I want you to tame me and call me yours so I can stop searching for myself in unnaturally white hotel sheets.

I want.

And it was fun, wasn't it? The way you withdrew and stood to dress so effortlessly in one of the countless Armani suits you own. The way you dropped five slips of green shame upon the bedside table that I've never seen before and never will again...just like you always do. The way you saunter out of the room, wearing the same confidence upon your shoulders as when you entered, the rustling of suit fabric breaking through the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

Click, sounds the lock of the door, and I'm left alone with the lingering scent of your cologne and the judgmental stares of Ben from the bedside table.

So once more I bite my tongue to stifle myself from calling out to you by the only name I know, the only things that are certain each time we meet...Ben Armani.

It is the name I have given you...it is the name my brain provides when my heart demands to know who has stolen it...it is the only thing I know.

It was fun wasn't it? Perhaps the more I tell myself that, the more I'll believe it...

It was fun.