Out Of Order - A Corleone Scribble

A FANFIC AUTHOR´S SLAYING OF THE WORLD´S GREATEST SAGA. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. OH, AND ENJOY. IF POSSIBLE.

Intro: ABOVE THE WAN TAN SHACK, 5 AM

"Listen...."

She could feel him move next to her in the dark, half asleep, in response to her voice.

Dang.

She was somewhat dissapointed that he was still awake. It would´ve been more easy to get over with it with him lying there unconscious.

So, he seemed to be one of those few who didn´t doze off right after they were done, but his voice was already drowsy, and hoarse and sore from the night´s moaning and screaming, when he replied: "Yeah?"

"I-I have to tell you something...."

He didn´t bother to open his eyes. "Go ahead. Tell me." His voice was impassive, but she could feel him shiver in a certain way when her naked skin touched his. A way she liked.

She had raised herself in the sheets, to bend over him. "I-I just want you to know that...."

Her face was close. Her hair was slightly tickling his face. She took a deep breath, then she said it:

"I really don´t love you."

She waited, anxiously. Then she could, despite the darkness, finally see a motion in his face.

He was smiling. Not at her exactly, but he was positively smiling.

"I know. I really don´t love you myself."

She felt thankful tears welling in her eyes. "You s-sure?"

He nodded. She started to weep.

"B-because I was starting to feel bad, you know," she confessed, sobbing. "I-I mean I-I´m really using you. I-it´s not like we have a love story or something, it´s none of this romantic once-in-a-lifetime-stuff, it´s just one of those really coldhearted, ordinary nasty little flings, y-you know that. I´m just trying to squeeze advantages out of you. And some more of this incredibly wild sex, too", she added as an afterthought.

He lifted his arm to pat her comfortingly on the back in a way that, she knew, would´ve freaked her out in any other person except him.

"Don´t you worry," he said firmly. "I fully agree with you."

"You don´t say that just to...to comfort me or something?"

He shook his head on the pillow. "Nah," he said softly. "I really don´t love you, I don´t give a damn about you, I promise. I´m sure."

They smiled at each other in mutual agreement. She lay down again, placing her head on his chest.

"Well," she sighed, "isn´t this lovely?"

"Yeah," he said softly. "It is."

AUTHOR´S NOTE

THAT`S FOR STARTERS, IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHO THE HELL IS BURNIN SHEETS HERE AND WHAT ALL THE CRAP IS ABOUT, MOVE ON TO THE CHAPTERS, WHICH ARE A PRELUDE TO THIS MAKE-OUT. JUST ENJOY IT AN REVIEW, AND BEFORE YOU FLAME ME, LET ME MENTION THAT MY DAD´S GODFATHER OF CLEVELAND AND HE CAN MAKE THINGS QUITE NASTY FOR YOU. THANKS. HAVE FUN.