Word Count: 100, exactly
Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine
I'll try not to make you cry
And if you get inside my head, then you'd understand
Then you'd understand me
Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love
And you became my favorite drug
So let me take you right now and swallow you down,
I need you inside
A/N: This mutual use theme keeps coming up. It needs handled in real fic after the holidays.
They’re not in love, they’re using each other.
They know what they’re doing. They know that the evening is going to end in a hotel room; neither of them really wants to take the other -or this thing- home. They never talk over dinner and the bottle of red that comes with it, but they never skip it.
Whoever feels guiltier picks up the tab.
It’s all part of the game. It’s what lets them live with themselves, and lets them keep coming back to do it again.
The facade of seduction doesn’t crack until the door’s locked behind them.