Flesh.

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-Music: Irreplaceable, Beyoncé.

-Leave, JoJo.

-Best thing I never had, Beyoncé.

-Miss Independent, Ne-Yo.

Enjoy!
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(Luna's point of view)

My eyes trace the paper dancing across my walls. I search the apartment looking at memories on the walls.

Me holding Belle up so she could reach shelves, kissing her on our couch.

Her making dinner as I held her waist. My body goes rigid at the sight of the one of the paintings slightly crooked. I felt in a way that it represented my smile; crooked. My whole life is crooked, a mistake.

Before I knew where my legs were carrying me I was holding a hammer in my left hand, and four nails in my right. I straighten the painting, making sure it's level. Belle always made sure everything was perfect, I was the one thing in her life that wasn't perfect. No matter how many nails she hammered into me I always fell apart.

I hit the last hammer in, the wall cracking into the dry wall as the right side of the painting drops a foot.

"Shit!"

((Belles point of view))

I take Sienna's hand in mine, hoping the butterflies are threatening to free themselves in her stomach too. I turn her wrist over, admiring the writing on her forearm, "Run with wild horses," is inked into the skin. Her sky blue eyes shift to my face. My lips are parted slightly and my stomach flips as I notice her starring.

"I feel like. . . You're the one who's come to free me from my cage," I murmer, staring into those beautiful eyes. She brings herself closer, so close that I can feel her warm breath inches away. "I'll take you places you've never been before baby girl," she whispers against my lips. And then she's kissing me. I'm falling. . . Falling. . . Into nothingness. A world consisting of her lips against mine. No Luna, no accident. Nothing except Sienna. She's perfect and right now I'm hers.

I want her in my life forever, I know I shouldn't be over Luna already. It's the things that Sienna does to make me feel human, to make me matter. Not just a door mat. I'm going to be hers now, and the rest of time if she lets me. I have a feeling she'll never take me for granted the way Luna did. She'll never hit me with a car and walk away.

"I want to love you," I blurt out, "there's something about you and I just can't stop thinking about you," I say.

In response she smiles, flashing brilliantly white teeth. "We could be something beautiful." And I believe it. I wonder now if it's too good to be true. After several moments of pleasant silence she asks if I want to go back to her apartment. Taken slightly by surprise, I stutter in agreement. The car fills with music "The Weeknd". She bobs her head to the beat, moving her body in time to to the melody and I can't help but allow a smile to flit across my features in wake of her energy.

She's turning the key to her apartment, a nice building that has an air of sophistication. "It's not much. . . But I pride myself in my furniture arangement," she winks in my direction. I gasp as we cross the threshold. It's perfect. The scent of lingering incense hangs heavy in the air.

She dips her lips to my neck and asks me how much I need her in my life.

I respond, breathing deeply with the way she's so close.

"Forever." I say softly, making sure she can feel the way I need her in every letter.

She drops her body onto mine as we hit the bed. Her body curves into mine and I know this is it. We're going to make us final. We're going to be something, I've never felt this way.

She drops the weight of her head and kisses me, then stops. She then scans my body, my face for emotion and I can't help but tickle her stomach.

She squeals and laughs, "cut it out!" She shouts.

I knit my eye brows together and remark what she said to me in the café. "Shh. Be quiet, Sienna." She rolls her eyes playfully and takes me into her strong arms.

"Be mine?" She questions, tugging a piece of hair from my messy bun. The words seemed to have tumbled from her mouth faster than her hair down her shoulders.

"Are you asking me to go steady with you?" The corners of my mouth quirk and she dips her head shyly.

"Maybe." I lift her head with my fingers gently on her chin and pull her to me and kiss her, hard. 

We kiss for so long that the sun goes down and comes up, she stops and takes a deep breath. Her lips dark red, marked with lip stick and swollen.

"Is that a yes?" She laughs breathlessly, I punch her in the arm gently.

"Yes."

Authors Note:

Hey guys sorry this was so late. I've been going through a lot of thing's. 

A couple things:
-I type this in courier new font so that's fit to that.

-I will attempt to update every five days but please don't be angry if I don't. It's always a thought on my mind, me and my co-writer are slammed in school.

-I hope you guys enjoyed, if not leave a comment of what you didn't like and I'll certainly take it into consideration!

Have a great rest of your evening.

Inspirational quote: "Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody."

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