Misfit Love

Intoxicating

I breathe in his scent. He's so close to me, watching me, lips twitching, tears still falling. I lift my hand, slowing placing it against his warm cheek. I feel so warm, but I'm so cold. He shivers slightly, putting his hand on mine. This is where I'm supposed to be; in his arms. I inhale his intoxicating scent once again, smiling to myself. He smells of an expensive cologne, mixed with his scent. It leaves me breathless. I'm finally able to open my mouth to speak, "Good morning, perfection." He scoffs slightly, trying to hide his fear.

"Are you okay?" He whispers.

"I'm fine, how about you?" I murmur, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Terrified." My heart sinks.

"Baby, I'm okay. It was just a dream."

He needs the affection more than I. I adjust myself, so that I'm holding him in his arms, he doesn't object. I feel awful for putting him through such horrible things. But I can't help this. I wish it would stop. I want to start over, and he's the only person I can do that with. I kiss the top of his head. He raises my hand to his mouth, and kisses each one of my fingers, softly.

"You're so cold.." He mumbles softly.

"I know, which is one of the many reasons I need you so much." I whisper, trying to force a smile.

I do need him, I need him more than anything else. If I had to choose between him, and everything else on this earth, I'd choose him. If we had no choice, I'd live in a ditch with him. I'd be happy as long as I had Xander.

He shifts his body so he's looking directly at me.

"I love you." he says, hoarsely.

"And I you."

He gives me a long, soothing kiss. My body becomes limp. I hate how he can do this to me. I see the amusement in his eyes, he knows what he's done.

"Shut up." I mumble.

"I didn't say anything, darling." He bursts into a fit of laughter. I sit, far from amused.

"I don't like you Xander."

"That's fine, you don't have to. But you love me."

I shoot him a glare.

"What you do to me, it isn't normal, you know."

He tilts his head to the side.

"We're far from normal, my love."

I nodded agreeing.

"Ugh! You're impossible, Martika!"

"Yeah, like you're any better, Sky."

I sit, listening to Sky and Martika argue over dresses.

"You have amazing legs! You should show them off!"

"This is a wedding, not a slut fest."

Jesus.

"Excuse me?"

"It's. Not. A. Slut. Fest." Martika hisses.

"Alright, ladies. Calm down." I move in between them.

"Mar, you'll look beautiful no matter what you wear. Whether It's a long dress, or a short."

Sky crosses her arms and snorts.

"Sky, calm down. Seriously."

"Me? She's the one wanting to wear a long dress. Everybody else has decided on short dresses.

I loathe Dixie and Cat. Sitting in the background with smug faces. They could at least help me.

"Mar. You can't find any knee length dresses?"