Kessie's Short Stories

Worried About the Future

Originally written 1/29/2021

Sabrina hated Ventus. She hated him with a fury unlike any other; specially sign, sealed, and postmarked just for him.

It all started out fine- their usual Saturday night swing. Some green tea shots, a bit of bad nighttime soap operas in a language neither of them really knew, then joking flirtations that only got more heated before one of them gave in and started to undress the other. The trip up to bed occasionally halted for a quick tease or two on the stairs; all the usual fare.

She managed to have a leverage over him as she shoved him onto the bed. Kept that position too, with some measure of pride on her part. Harassing Ven by riding his cock infuriatingly slow was a very fun habit of hers. Just when Ventus was about to take her by the hips so he could have an advantage (or at the very least, control), Sabrina bent down to kiss him. Both of them so desperate for something other than teasing that their lip lock lasted for a solid minute. When they came up, a smirk formed on her lips as she watched his eyes get lost in hers. It didn't take much to realize that they had fallen into a picturesque, bad nighttime soap opera moment. It felt like a scene you would have put on pause just to savor every ounce of it for later. Remembering it was like sitting next to a warm fireplace, sepia tones draining any other color for perfect nostalgia.

But then he said those words. Words that he didn't even mean and just autonomously said as part of the moment. He didn't even realize that he did say it, if the confused look he gave as she got off of him meant anything. That idiot. That moron. That... That asshole. You can't just say shit like that with someone you only intended to spend one night with. Let alone catch up with every other week just to fuck their frustrations out. Those words meant that somewhere, deep down in that fucked up little subconscious of his, he did want to put a label on whatever their relationship was. You just don't SAY something like that in the middle of sex. You just don't. But she heard him say it, and there was no way she was going to forget it.

"Marry me."

Thinking about those two words still made a cold shiver run up Sabrina's spine. The words were going to haunt her every time she looked at him now. That idiot. That moron. That asshole.

Not that the subject hadn't been brought up before. He was the one that vetoed the whole label to begin with- 'I'm already with someone, actually,' he told her. 'And let's just say he gets jealous easily.' Not that she had any qualms with it. She just got dibs on booty call if him and his boyfriend wanted a threesome. Besides, if you put a label on something, you'd get attached, right? They weren't going to get attached, neither of them wanted to be for their own reasons.

If they had really believed that, they wouldn't have had that discussion over diner-made mozzarella sticks. If they had really believed that, they would have spent the night together with one of them leaving before the sun rose the next day. But they didn't. Instead, they split the dining bill and went their separate ways like a pair of estranged friends.

"I fucking hate you." Sabrina whispered to Ven in the dead of the night. That unconscious numbskull didn't even bother to acknowledge her. Not a single muscle twitch, or a yawn, or anything. He just kept on sleeping like the little baby he was.

She hated him. She really did.

"The Ven you know will cease to exist in just a few short years."

Sabrina blinked, then slowly shifted her body around to see a woman sitting at the edge of her bed. Not an unfamiliar woman, just not one that Sabrina wanted to see at the moment.

"Do we have to do this now Mother Ava? It's the witching hour, and I'd like to go back to bed."

The nadaig gave a movement to indicate a short laugh. "I've been watching you toss and turn all night." she even informed Sabrina. "You were not asleep." Then Ava patted a spot next to her before going on to say, "Now, come sit up and let us have a small chat while Ventus is still asleep."