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    <title>In with a bullet.  Out with a heart.</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T05:08:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;In With a bullet.  Out with a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;Dur Me. Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;unnamed girl/unnamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;sex, drugs, violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not giving names in this little one shotter 'cause I don't think it's necessary.  I don't write much at all, but I decided to write this because I needed it out of my heart and off my chest.  Of course it hasn't happened, it's actually taken from a dream I had.  The guy IS of course my unicorn, my untouchable, that asshole that makes me absolutely crazy.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The beautiful girl leaned down one more time, finishing the line of coke that was laid out in front of her.  As she raised up she could see him in the mirror, standing behind her, undoing the button on his jeans.  She'd waited years for this and now she was too fucked out of her mind to think of anything except the pain in her chest and how she had something to tell him.  What did she have to tell him?  His hands slid down her shoulders to push down the straps of her bra and kiss the skin that was exposed.  She turned her face quickly to brush her own lips over his cheek which was rough with stubble.  "I need you.", she whispered. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You've got me.", he answered.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Do I?"  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Yes, right where you want me."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Not like this." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Not like what?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I want to remember." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Do another line..."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"But, I want to feel it."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Just do one more.."  He cut another and laid it out for her and one for himself.  They indulged themselves eagerly and he picked her up, carrying her to the bed.  "Why are you doing this?", she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Because I want to."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What about her?"  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"She's not here, you are."  He pushed her skirt up and tugged her panties off, discarding them in the floor before pushing his jeans off his legs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kissed him quickly holding his face in her hands.  "Tell me my name." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You know your name."  He smiled and pushed inside quickly without warning, sending her head swimming.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Do you?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Stop talking." He wasn't looking at her at all as he fucked her into the mattress, his eyes were closed and his mind was somewhere else.  A tear slipped down her cheek as her hand slid up under the pillow.  He dropped his head down to whimper into her ear as he neared his peak.  "I need you." He said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You've got me."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You love me?"  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Always." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He didn't even see her pull the 9mm out from behind her head and put it against his temple.  He fell lifeless on her chest, still inside her.  With the last bullet she put the gun in her mouth.  In with a bullet.  Out with a heart.</content>
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