A/N: Well, this is my first attempt at an M rated fanfic, other than my songfic, which I don't count since Buckcherry wrote most of it. Anyways, don't be too harsh, seeing as this is my first try.

Disclaimer: Look at the website. Fan Fiction. Would the owner of a series waste their time writing worthless fanfics? No. So therefore, I cannot own the characters in this story, only the plot. Woe is me.

It was always different. Some nights, we would go for a bar, or some nights, it would be a stroll in the moonlight. We would make small talk, give each other compliments, always playing hard-to-get. But whether it was sweet-talking her over a romantic candle-lit dinner, or getting her drunk in a bar, we both knew exactly where we wanted to be.

The bedroom. We would end up there every night, without fail. It was a routine that neither of us wanted to break. No matter what had happened during the day, we could always make everything disappear at night.

It was always different in bed, too. She was wild, just like when she fought. She was difficult to direct, and impossible to control. Every night, we would try new things. She was almost sadistic, making me try anything that she could think of; bondage, whips, chains, you name it. And I would do it all, because I knew it was useless fighting her. I could never win, no matter how hard I tried. Not that I ever tried very hard. I knew that she wanted me to try new things, so I did to make her happy.

In a way, I guess I'm a little sadistic too. I never protested much, and most of the stuff

ended up being enjoyable. In spite of the pain, or the humiliation, I knew she enjoyed it, that it made her happy. I thrived off of giving her pleasure, no matter what it cost me. So yeah… I guess I am sadistic. But that's beside the point.

After we got done, we would always drift off into sleep, not even aware that we had. When I woke up, she would be gone, off being the wild one she is and leaving me to wait until the next time.

And every morning, I would be sore as all hell. That was the one thing that never changed. No matter where we went every night, no matter how kinky it got… it would always be the same thing the morning after.

A/N: Well, I hope that didn't really suck. I don't think it did, but what do I know, right? Anyway, please review. I want to know if it was good or not. Thanks.