I Need A Fix
Title: I Need A Fix
Character: Roxas
Pairing: Roxas x Rikku
Author: ellie0223
Rating: T
Prompt: #1 air conditioner
Warnings: language, adult themes
Summary: We all have memories we can never let go of.
I Need A Fix
:: roxas x rikku - air conditioner
My apartment was void of life.
My girlfriend must have thought I left here ages ago, because it looks to me like her things are packed and gone. I didn't really expect much less. In a sense, I kind of did leave her. I haven't been here in weeks, maybe even months. I was gone on business, not that I could tell her that. She thinks I'm a mechanic at the local jiffy, or at least she thought. Maybe she realized I was a liar as soon as I was gone.
I have a lot of secrets, but none of anyone else's concern but my own.
I don't think she even knows my real name.
I threw my keys on the dining room table, and I could see a cloud of dust shoot up into the air. Yeah, I'd been gone a real long time. It looks like she had been too, because she was a clean freak, and if she was here she wouldn't have let things get this bad.
I didn't have time to worry about her leaving at the moment, because it seemed to me that my apartment was hotter than hell, and my current state took priority over my past one. I dropped my bag onto the floor, and walked over to the wall to adjust my AC. It said that it was already at 60 degrees, but there was no way that it was even close to there. It was hotter in here than it was outside, and it was only supposed to be in the 70's outside.
Yeah, no way was it in the 60's.
I flipped on the switch for the fan and the lights, flinching for a second as my eyes adjusted. I pulled off my suit jacket, throwing it on the couch as I walked by it and headed into my room. I hoped it wasn't too late to call someone to fix the AC, because there was no way I'd be able to sleep in this heat, and the fan didn't seem to be doing shit.
After finding a phone book and a number for a mechanic that sounded half-decent, I called in hopes that they'd still be awake. Only after a few rings did someone answer, “Djose Tech., how can I help you?”
“I need my AC fixed... tonight.” I undid my tie, examining it in the dim light of my room. I cringed in annoyance, because that was one of my favorite ties and it looked to have a blood stain on it. That better fucking be removable or someone is going to get shot.
That or I could just buy a new one.
“Sure thing. We can have a mechanic over ASAP. We just need your address and...”
That was one good thing about this city. Almost everything was open 24/7. I appreciated it, because I was one of the many nocturnal people that stayed up all hours of the night. Then again, unlike them, I never really sleep at all.
I'm not an insomniac.
After giving them some information, I hung up, happy to know that maybe I would be able to sleep tonight. I've been a busy few weeks, or months. I find it easier to not keep track of dates; it makes me feel like a better person.
I unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it off, picking up my tie as I left my room. It wasn't smart to leave stuff like that lying around. I threw them both in the washer. If those stains didn't come out I'd have to throw the shirt and the tie out. It wouldn't be the first time. I had to do that occasionally when my girlfriend was actually around. If it was small enough, I could blame it on grease or oil, and she'd believe me. If the stain actually looked like blood though, the shirt went out.
I'd done everything I could for such a long time to make her stay.
Thinking of her now made me want to gag. How could I get that attached to someone?
I opened my fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer. After contemplating on whether the beer would be strong enough, I put it back in, pulling out a bottle of vodka instead. I hadn't grown attached to her, I was just having a drink honor her memory.
As I said, I'm a liar, even to myself.
I plopped down onto the couch, standing up soon after. Dust had settled onto the couch, and it had gotten onto my slice. I ran my finger along the cut on my shoulder, and did my best not to start picking at the dried blood that covered it - a.k.a. a scab. Most of the cut had healed up into an unattractive scar, but there was still part of it that hadn't healed. That was probably where the cut had gone deeper.
The deeper the wound, the longer it takes to heal. Physically and emotionally.
Shit, I was thinking about her again.
I sat down on one of my bar stools, leaning down against the counter as I drank.
Before I knew it, there was a knock on my door.
I stood up slowly, so that I wouldn't cause myself a headache. I don't know how much I've drank, but I'm definitely buzzed. Not wasted beyond belief though. That'll be for later.
I opened the door, expecting to see some big greasy man carrying a rusty toolboxe. That wasn't what I saw though. What I was seeing was some short blonde girl wearing nothing but a rather lacking pair of shorts and a bikini top.
“Are you... Sora Norman?” she asked after looking down at a sheet of paper.
“Yeah... yeah... I am...” Lie. My real name is Roxas Maxon, but only my coworkers know that.
My girlfriend doesn't even know my real hair color. I had it dyed brown for a while, only recently changing it back to the original blonde. I like it better this way.
I opened the door wider, so she could get in, ignoring the fact that I was hardly dressed. I had more clothing on than she did anyways, and not as much to show off. I wonder if this company purposely under dressed their employees. Then again, how many businesses even have female mechanics?
I sat back down on my bar stool, watching her as she did whatever it is that AC mechanics are supposed to do. I honestly couldn't tell, because I'm not an AC mechanic.
I was one for a year or so, but I never actually did anything related to AC. It was just another cover-up, another alias.
I don't like having alias'. Personally, I think my original name fits me best.
She's watching me as if she knows something is wrong, and I think she's trying to count how many empty bottles of alcoholic beverages are sitting on the counter. At the moment I can't count that high, so I really can't tell her anyways.
I can see sweat dripping down her exposed back, and now I'm starting to wonder if the alcohol is starting to get to me, because right now she's looking really kinky. She turns around for a second, and either I'm really drunk or things really are getting wacky.
“Are your eyes... swirling?”
She looks up at me, and sure enough her bright green eyes are apparently swirling. That isn't natural, and now I really must be drunk.
“Yeah.”
Maybe... I'm not drunk?
I stand up and walk over to her, leaning against the wall she's working on. I can tell she's starting to get uncomfortable, and I don't think she wants me this close to her. “You have a boyfriend?” I ask, trying my best not to eye her up and down while she's looking straight at me.
She turns to look at me for a split-second before shaking her head no.
I grab her wrist and pull her close to me so that her body is pressed against mine. She tries to pull away, but I'm a lot stronger than she is.
“Let go or I'll scream,” she threatens, but she isn't pulling away anymore.
My lips brush against her ear, and I can feel her shiver under my grip. “I'm not gonna force myself on ya'. I just need you to kiss me.”
I think her nodding means it's okay to kiss her, but that can just be my imagination.
I need to get my girlfriend... no, ex-girlfriend, out of my head though.
They're both blonde, but my girl had prettier eyes. They were a brighter blue than the sky itself, and had more depth than the ocean. I could stare at them forever.
I'm not really a sentimental guy, so I'm definitely wasted out of my mind right now.
I pull away and look down at her, “You got a name?”
“Yeah... Rikku.”
That's all I needed to know. I leaned down and kissed her much more forcefully than I would have if I was sober.
Needless to say, my AC didn't end up getting fixed till morning. Not that I was able to sleep anyways.
Character: Roxas
Pairing: Roxas x Rikku
Author: ellie0223
Rating: T
Prompt: #1 air conditioner
Warnings: language, adult themes
Summary: We all have memories we can never let go of.
I Need A Fix
:: roxas x rikku - air conditioner
My apartment was void of life.
My girlfriend must have thought I left here ages ago, because it looks to me like her things are packed and gone. I didn't really expect much less. In a sense, I kind of did leave her. I haven't been here in weeks, maybe even months. I was gone on business, not that I could tell her that. She thinks I'm a mechanic at the local jiffy, or at least she thought. Maybe she realized I was a liar as soon as I was gone.
I have a lot of secrets, but none of anyone else's concern but my own.
I don't think she even knows my real name.
I threw my keys on the dining room table, and I could see a cloud of dust shoot up into the air. Yeah, I'd been gone a real long time. It looks like she had been too, because she was a clean freak, and if she was here she wouldn't have let things get this bad.
I didn't have time to worry about her leaving at the moment, because it seemed to me that my apartment was hotter than hell, and my current state took priority over my past one. I dropped my bag onto the floor, and walked over to the wall to adjust my AC. It said that it was already at 60 degrees, but there was no way that it was even close to there. It was hotter in here than it was outside, and it was only supposed to be in the 70's outside.
Yeah, no way was it in the 60's.
I flipped on the switch for the fan and the lights, flinching for a second as my eyes adjusted. I pulled off my suit jacket, throwing it on the couch as I walked by it and headed into my room. I hoped it wasn't too late to call someone to fix the AC, because there was no way I'd be able to sleep in this heat, and the fan didn't seem to be doing shit.
After finding a phone book and a number for a mechanic that sounded half-decent, I called in hopes that they'd still be awake. Only after a few rings did someone answer, “Djose Tech., how can I help you?”
“I need my AC fixed... tonight.” I undid my tie, examining it in the dim light of my room. I cringed in annoyance, because that was one of my favorite ties and it looked to have a blood stain on it. That better fucking be removable or someone is going to get shot.
That or I could just buy a new one.
“Sure thing. We can have a mechanic over ASAP. We just need your address and...”
That was one good thing about this city. Almost everything was open 24/7. I appreciated it, because I was one of the many nocturnal people that stayed up all hours of the night. Then again, unlike them, I never really sleep at all.
I'm not an insomniac.
After giving them some information, I hung up, happy to know that maybe I would be able to sleep tonight. I've been a busy few weeks, or months. I find it easier to not keep track of dates; it makes me feel like a better person.
I unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it off, picking up my tie as I left my room. It wasn't smart to leave stuff like that lying around. I threw them both in the washer. If those stains didn't come out I'd have to throw the shirt and the tie out. It wouldn't be the first time. I had to do that occasionally when my girlfriend was actually around. If it was small enough, I could blame it on grease or oil, and she'd believe me. If the stain actually looked like blood though, the shirt went out.
I'd done everything I could for such a long time to make her stay.
Thinking of her now made me want to gag. How could I get that attached to someone?
I opened my fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer. After contemplating on whether the beer would be strong enough, I put it back in, pulling out a bottle of vodka instead. I hadn't grown attached to her, I was just having a drink honor her memory.
As I said, I'm a liar, even to myself.
I plopped down onto the couch, standing up soon after. Dust had settled onto the couch, and it had gotten onto my slice. I ran my finger along the cut on my shoulder, and did my best not to start picking at the dried blood that covered it - a.k.a. a scab. Most of the cut had healed up into an unattractive scar, but there was still part of it that hadn't healed. That was probably where the cut had gone deeper.
The deeper the wound, the longer it takes to heal. Physically and emotionally.
Shit, I was thinking about her again.
I sat down on one of my bar stools, leaning down against the counter as I drank.
Before I knew it, there was a knock on my door.
I stood up slowly, so that I wouldn't cause myself a headache. I don't know how much I've drank, but I'm definitely buzzed. Not wasted beyond belief though. That'll be for later.
I opened the door, expecting to see some big greasy man carrying a rusty toolboxe. That wasn't what I saw though. What I was seeing was some short blonde girl wearing nothing but a rather lacking pair of shorts and a bikini top.
“Are you... Sora Norman?” she asked after looking down at a sheet of paper.
“Yeah... yeah... I am...” Lie. My real name is Roxas Maxon, but only my coworkers know that.
My girlfriend doesn't even know my real hair color. I had it dyed brown for a while, only recently changing it back to the original blonde. I like it better this way.
I opened the door wider, so she could get in, ignoring the fact that I was hardly dressed. I had more clothing on than she did anyways, and not as much to show off. I wonder if this company purposely under dressed their employees. Then again, how many businesses even have female mechanics?
I sat back down on my bar stool, watching her as she did whatever it is that AC mechanics are supposed to do. I honestly couldn't tell, because I'm not an AC mechanic.
I was one for a year or so, but I never actually did anything related to AC. It was just another cover-up, another alias.
I don't like having alias'. Personally, I think my original name fits me best.
She's watching me as if she knows something is wrong, and I think she's trying to count how many empty bottles of alcoholic beverages are sitting on the counter. At the moment I can't count that high, so I really can't tell her anyways.
I can see sweat dripping down her exposed back, and now I'm starting to wonder if the alcohol is starting to get to me, because right now she's looking really kinky. She turns around for a second, and either I'm really drunk or things really are getting wacky.
“Are your eyes... swirling?”
She looks up at me, and sure enough her bright green eyes are apparently swirling. That isn't natural, and now I really must be drunk.
“Yeah.”
Maybe... I'm not drunk?
I stand up and walk over to her, leaning against the wall she's working on. I can tell she's starting to get uncomfortable, and I don't think she wants me this close to her. “You have a boyfriend?” I ask, trying my best not to eye her up and down while she's looking straight at me.
She turns to look at me for a split-second before shaking her head no.
I grab her wrist and pull her close to me so that her body is pressed against mine. She tries to pull away, but I'm a lot stronger than she is.
“Let go or I'll scream,” she threatens, but she isn't pulling away anymore.
My lips brush against her ear, and I can feel her shiver under my grip. “I'm not gonna force myself on ya'. I just need you to kiss me.”
I think her nodding means it's okay to kiss her, but that can just be my imagination.
I need to get my girlfriend... no, ex-girlfriend, out of my head though.
They're both blonde, but my girl had prettier eyes. They were a brighter blue than the sky itself, and had more depth than the ocean. I could stare at them forever.
I'm not really a sentimental guy, so I'm definitely wasted out of my mind right now.
I pull away and look down at her, “You got a name?”
“Yeah... Rikku.”
That's all I needed to know. I leaned down and kissed her much more forcefully than I would have if I was sober.
Needless to say, my AC didn't end up getting fixed till morning. Not that I was able to sleep anyways.