Can't Be Perfect

Feliks looked away and stood up, "Let's just like, go to the mall already!"

Toris chuckled and nodded. "Yeah." He stood up from the bed and redressed himself. "are you ready, or do you need to put your shirt back on?"

Feliks looked in the mirror. "Like, OMG! I look a mess! I have to like, go change!"

"..Would you like for me to wait in the living room for you to finish getting ready?" Toris asked.

Soren Mikkelsen wrote:"Sounds like an awesome plan." He replied, the petite blonde voice causing shivers down his spine.

His lips spread into a smirk as he leaned forward and nipped at Soren's neck. He ran his tongue over the older man's throat. "You are my saving grace."

Soren smiled. "Your the one that saved me. I was returning the favor." He said as moved his neck to the side to let Lukas have more access.

Lukas couldn't help but grind their pelvis' together. "When every thing is over with we'll live together happily."

"Of course." He moaned softly, bucking his hips in time with Lukas's grinds.

Lukas stepped back and shifted his hips in a slow circle. He dipped low and smirked up through his lashes at him. He turned and slid his hands down his left leg and snapped back up doing a strip tease for his lover.

He chuckled, biting his lip, watching every little move the norwegian made. "Putting on a show for me, huh babe?" He asked smirking, his voice low and husky.

"Only for you," he purred slipping off his shirt and dropping it to the floor of their club house.

He chuckled and pulled the blonde to him wrapping his arm around his waist, his other hand cupping his cheek. "I love you, Lukas Bondevik." he said before kissing him deeply.

Aoife was empty.

She had no one to truly love. She had loved another country, but there were problems with the love she had; number one, it was forbidden to love your brother, and two, he was dead. Edward Kirkland was his name, and he was Wales. She tried to fill the void by sleeping with countless guys and girls. It would work for a while, but she'd end up with the same old feeling. She had the same thought every time she looked into the mirror...

Slut.

She got out of bed from sleeping with this girl she met at a night club. She tried not to wake her up, but she knew she would never see her again. She headed off to her school, the emptiness slowly returning...