It was difficult, living with Eridan and being in a relationship with him. Almost every night we would argue. "Oh, my God! Fine, just take the fucking ring and get out!" I would tear the violet engagement ring off of my finger and throw it at him whilst we yell and scream at each other, attracting the neighbours' attention. Soon enough, though, our bodies were pressed together, his hands slipping under my dress or skirt. We'd find ourselves tangled in bed sheets, whispering "I love you, I hate you" Into each other's ears. Every day since we got together, it's been the same schedule. Get up, eat, argue, make out, hang out, argue, make out, watch a movie, cuddle, argue, fuck, sleep and repeat the next day. Actually, I realize this might seem a bit confusing so how about I just start from the beginning of it all?

"Ha ha yes, very funny. H-hey, watch it!" That was when we first spoke. I was lonely, drunk, in a bar, vulnerable, wearing a forma fitting, spaghetti strap dress and he saved me from the other. I was sitting on a stool, drinking a martini and according to Eridan, this man had his hand resting on the middle of my thigh, sneaking under my dress and I didn't even notice. Apparently, he had slipped something into my drink and that's why Eridan knocked my drink over, spilling it all over the bar and offering to get me a new one. "I guess? Sure, if you want."

He bought me a wonderful drink, a blend of strawberry, raspberry and some vodka I think? It was some sort of alcoholic smoothie. Who cares, really? When I was back to my senses a bit more, I sat over with Eridan. I soon found the way he spoke a bit attractive and yet amusing. It was nice to talk, and soon enough we were in his house, watching Dr. Who. After a bit of time, we were rolling around on the bed, throwing off our clothes and feeling our bodies together, skin against skin, sweaty and hot bodies tangled together under the blankets, feeling the warm interior of his mouth on my breast to waist, feeling his tongue, saliva and rubbing of teeth between my legs.

Our breaths grew hot and speeded together, hearts racing in our chests as he touched me where I had never been touched before, kissing me where I had never been kissed before. It was an amazing feeling, really. It all made me get a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, and escaping from my lips came the loudest, most pleasurable moan I have ever let out.

The night was amazing but, in the morning, when we awoke, only smirks and laughs were offered. His pale, freckled, bare back was covered in shallow scratches I had made the night before. Our hair was in a complete mess and our clothing inside out. We quickly exchanged numbers before I had to go to work at the library, not sure when or if we would ever see each other again.