Nesscas Oneshot Haven

New Clothes-------New Purpose

Lucas sat there, waiting. Plotting. I don't know what he was thinking. He's crazy. He can't possibly be thinking that this plan is even slightly worth risking. Does he just not know of the risks? Impossible right? No one can look at the plan he's suggesting and think of no possible drawback. If you looked up "Impossible" in the dictionary, you'd see a picture of his plan failing. He's seriously fucking insane, I swear to god. "Don't look at me like I'm insane, Ness," he told me. How the fuck am I not supposed to look at him like he's insane? This damned plan is the embodiment of insanity. Joker would look at this plan and shit, piss, and cum in his pants because of it. That's how insane this damn thing is.

"How the fuck am I not supposed to? Lucas, what you're suggesting, it's fucking crazy."

"Damn, watch your profanity."

"Well sooooorrry for my french. But the french can get fucked for all I care. You should be fucking drenched in tea and taken to Boston for this treacherous plan of you."

"Ness, calm down."

"Calm the fuck down? Are you seriously telling me to calm down when you want me to go through with this plan?" This fucking man. I can't believe I love him. I can't believe I bent him over and fucked his brains out an hour ago. We fucked and he instantly hits me with this plan? I've never once had an erection go back inside my body. For once, I felt like what it'd feel like to have a vagina. Not bad. But still!

"It's not that serious."

"Oh fuck you it's not that serious."

"All I simply asked is that-"

"Oh, I know what you asked, trust me. And what you're asking me to do is just.....AHHHHHHH I HATE YOU!!!"

"I hate how I gotta go through this every time."

"You don't deserve my love."

"How about I make you steak tomorrow?" Oh? Steak? I do love my steak. It's fucking amazing. A perfect medium rare with some nice mashed potatoes on the side and some sweet succulent gravy on it? Yummy yum. I guess it's worth it now.

"Hmph, fine, but I'm not happy with it."

"Thank fuck." Lucas finally began to do what he'd wanted to do for a long time. He.....god, even the thought of this is just so....fuck me. He threw away a few of my striped shirts. Fuck....I hate my life. I regret everything now. "You have like 90 of these things, I don't know anyone who has so many of the same clothing."

"You never know when they'd come in handy."

"At least go for a bit of variety. Come on, it wouldn't kill you to try huh?" I guess. Looking at it now, I did have a lot of the same clothing. Maybe I'd look good in something else? I don't know what I'd look good in, but I'm sure Lucas could find me something.

"I guess so."

"Awesome!! We'll go to DK's Clothing Shop!"

"You're really excited about this, huh?"

"Duh." Lucas grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers. It feels nice. It's really comforting to hold someone's hand like this."Come on. They have sales at this time of day. I don't wanna be late for them." He's probably just using me as an excuse to go clothes shopping. That's something I honestly love about him. He's so adorable with his clothing and how he wants to present himself. There are only a few things that make it obvious where he stands in our relationship. One is how loud he gets when I pound him. The other is his obsession with his appearance. He spends so long in the shower to get his hair perfect. It looks good on him, but damn does it take a while. I honestly love it when I go in there and see his hair down, it goes over his eyes and it makes me almost feel like being fucked by him rather than doing the fucking.