El Desperado One Shot Collection

Guilty

Pairing: El Desperado(Kyosuke Mikami) /FC

Category: Angst

Warnings: language, implied/referenced cheating

45. "That lipstick on your collar ain't my shade of pink." Dirty Laundry – Carrie Underwood

Gathering the laundry from around your bedroom you frowned as you picked up Despy's white button-down shirt from last night as a flash of pink on the collar caught your attention. Dropping the basket on the floor you studied the mark a little closer, mind trying to deny the evidence that was right in front of you. Pressing the shirt to your face you inhaled deeply, face crumpling as you smelt strange perfume on it.

Found it over in the corner
Wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in the closet
You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

This wasn't the first time you had smelt perfume on him. In fact, you had confronted him only to be brushed off with platitudes. You had let yourself accept his excuses. They could be true easy enough, but now that you were confronted with that pink lipstick stain on his collar you couldn't live in denial anymore.

Before you knew what you were doing you had started throwing his belongings out the window, watching them scatter about the lawn in the breeze. You cheerfully waived at your neighbor across the street who was watching your actions with rapt attention.

If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up
I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud
I'm gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch
Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door

It was as you were hauling boxes containing his gaming consoles and computers to join the rest of his junk that he arrived home, sitting in the passenger seat of a car driven by Zack Sabre, Jr. Through the rolled down windows you could hear Zack taunting Despy "uh, oh busted."

"Babe, what are you doing?" Despy asked calmly climbing out of the vehicle and waving Zack off.

"Throwing your sorry ass out, what does it look like I'm doing?" You huffed tossing the box in your hands down on the grass dramatically.

"What did I do?" Desperado asked, careful not to admit to anything without seeing what he was being accused of.

You didn't reply verbally, just grabbed that damn shirt and shoved it against his chest.

"That lipstick look familiar?" You asked mockingly. "Perfume smell good?" You watched arms folded across your chest as Despy looked at the shirt his face giving nothing away.

"You're really throwing a fit cause of some lipstick on my shirt?" He asked as if you were the one in the wrong.

"Of course I am!" You shouted. "You're cheating on me. What kind of reaction do you expect?"

"I didn't cheat on you. It would be nice if, instead of flying off the handle, you actually spoke to me. I thought we loved each other. Thought we had trust in this relationship." He said sadly. "Apparently I was mistaken." Your anger drained away a bit at his words, wondering if you had misread the situation. He seemed so earnest, so upset.

"What other explanation could there be?" You asked him anxiously watching him for any signs of deception.

"Last night was the company party. You know the one I asked you to attend with me and you didn't want to go?" He chided. "You know how many women hugged me last night? You think maybe it was possible one of their lipsticks got on my shirt? Their perfume rubbed off on me?"

Your shoulders slumped. It made sense. And he did ask you to go with him. You had begged off, not being one for parties. You knew he had been disappointed, he had really wanted you to go with him for once.

"I love you, Y/N. With everything I have. But I can't keep coming home to accusations. And now my shit thrown all over the yard? This is embarrassing." He stepped up to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I'm going to go to the gym and I want you to pick this up while I'm gone. And please explain to our neighbor that I'm not a cheating asshole."

"I'm sorry Despy," You cried into his shirt. "I'm just so scared of losing you. I'll do better."

Despy kissed you one last time before heading into the house and grabbing his car keys. Waving to you as he pulled out of the driveway he pulled out his cellphone and called up Zack.

"You're such an asshole man. Almost ratted me out" Despy told his friend. "You want to meet at the gym?"

"So, you talked yourself out of the doghouse?" Zack laughed through the phone as he confirmed he would meet him there.

"Of course I did. She's feeling so guilty she'll do whatever the fuck I want for the next few days." Despy said crudely. "I just have to be a little more careful in the future, so I don't get caught."