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Unorthodox

The music was pulsing through his rock solid body with every beat blasting from the speakers inthe large room. A drink in hand, back leaning against the bar with amber eyes scanning the huge

crowed on the dance floor, and his orange hair was turning every shade of neon with the multi-

colored lights. He was a sight to behold for any passing female. His tall, lean body was in a halfbuttoned, short sleeved shirt to show his incredible pecks with several jagged scars on his tan

chest; which only added to his animalistic attraction, and a pair blue jeans that hugged every

curve of his tone ass and legs. Yes, every woman, of legal age or not, openly stared at him,except one.

With hands raised to praise the Music Gods, lithe body responding to every pound of the bass,eyes closed hiding from the room a beautiful shade of violet, she was the only one to hold his

attention.

A smirk broke the permanent scowl on his chiseled face as his eyes sparkled with lust. No man

could keep her beat, her moves where too smooth and she was tiny so most men found itawkward dancing next to her. Setting down his empty glass, smirk and spark still in place, his

feet lead him straight to her, bumping and pushing into anyone that dare get in his way.

They met, body, mind, and soul, and it was perfect. Yin met yang, black mixed with white,instead of two separate entities, they became one beautiful unit without even trying. Her palehands threaded through his orange hair while his moved from her neck, hip, stomach, breast, no

place was forbidden to his callous digits. Moans of pleasure where lost in the noise of the

atmosphere.

Onlookers watched, memorized. They had never seen a bond as strong as the two were

demonstrating on the dance floor. Whispers flew through the crowed like a wildfire. 'They mustpractice every day!' 'I wonder if they're lovers?' 'Ahh, love in the purest form right there.'

They were almost right. The two did practice every day, with swords and spells but never music.

The title lover was true but not in the sense that most people knew. Lovers insinuated caring iftheir partner was in pain, if they both got off, and snuggling afterword. It was more than sex to

them, but violence for them ruled the bedroom. When done with lovemaking, both sported

bruises, bit marks, sometimes broken bones, and a distinct limp.

Love, they did love each other. They would, and have, died for each other. The words have never

passed their lips but words where never a big factor in their relationship anyways.

Hours later found the two in his bed, sweaty and breathy and completely satisfied. They were

both completely nude; him spread out on his back, her lying on his chest on her stomach,deflated manhood still in her. Using the last of his energy, he took in a deep breath and said,

"Off." Then he grabbed her hips, slid her off of him, and then pushed her so she slipped right off

his bed with a satisfying 'thump'. "Asshole," Came from the floor.

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Several minutes later and she had just enough energy to crawl back onto the bed where she

curled into a ball, back against his side and promptly fell asleep. He chuckled at the familiar pose

she slept in every night. She once told him why. Living on the streets meant constant danger butnot getting any sleep was even more dangerous. So, every night, she would find a sturdy wall,

put her back against it, curl herself into the tightest ball so no one could easily attack vital areas

without waking her up, and she would fall into a light sleep.

He felt privileged that she found him strong enough to be her wall, to protect her venerable back

from anyone or anything that would try to take advantage ofhis sleeping midget. And with thatthought, his amber eyes started to disappear behind their lids until the vision of his bruised lovers

back started to blur before completely turning black. A smirk came to his tired face as the

flashback of him shoving her against the doorframe lulled him into a satisfying dream just as he

fell asleep.

As unorthodox as they are, without each other, they would be broken pieces just going through

the motions of life without fully living, drowning from the rain in their separate worlds. But

together in their own world, they fit perfectly, sitting under an umbrella to shield themselvesfrom the sun.

The End