Izanagi

She melted underneath me. Soaking into the bedsheets of our hotel suite. A sigh escaped her.

I watched her misty eyes dim and return to their original indifference.

She bitterly muttered. "Get off me."

I pulled out, tossing the condom before lying next to her. My head turned to check the time. It was past eight. She could still make it in time for her schedule...if she ran.

I turned to say something only to catch her glaring daggers at me.

"Because of you, I'm late."

I blinked.

When I wanted to pull out earlier over you wrapped your legs around me and begged me not to stop. Yeah? It was cute on day one but now it was a serious mood killer.

"...Sorry."

She looked annoyed as she sat up. "Are you really? Because you don't seem sorry at all! Why are you always like this?"

Right back at ya.

I'm sorry that I can't help not being sorry. I do feel bad that her reputation has gone down thanks to this. She's been late to her gigs lately, whenever we're together like this it's easy to