I'd love to say I'm on a roll with my fiction but this is so painfully short it doesn't even count (in my crazy eyes, anyway).

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Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same.

- "I Don't Care," by Fall Out Boy

Layla smiled. She said goodbye. She kissed him, shut her eyes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sweet. Chaste. Perfect. It was always like this, always gentle and caring, always comforting and cherishing her like she was the greatest woman in the world. And then… it was over.

He pushed her into a corner, pressing a heady kiss to her mouth, hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her body flush against his own. It was always like he was trying to suck the breath right out of her and always left her panting and light-headed. It was addictive and dangerous, always setting her teeth on edge and tying her stomach up in knots. He knew exactly what drove her crazy, where to touch, where to press, where to make her feel like her knees were going to buckle and her whole world was just going to collapse in a billion beautiful, splintered pieces. And when they finally pulled apart, it was slow, always leaving the lingering taste, feel, sensation on her lips, a never-ending reminder of his effect on her.

Two different sensations. Two different experiences. Two different people.

Soft and gentle. Rough and possessive. She never knew who to choose.

Until now.

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There's no real decision/ending, I know, which probably makes me a bad person, but I love that quote from the song and I needed to fill that fix. I think it's leaning pretty heavily to one ship (three guesses as to that one), but you can really choose however you want to end this.

Hope you liked this! :)