Okay, first of, I'm sorry but I cannot put lay into the past tense. I suck at it. Lay, lie, laid…I dunno. Anyway, here is a little TamaRenge treat from me to you. I don't own Ouran, just the situations I put the characters in. Reviews are loved.
People Can Pretend
Tamaki and Renge laid in bed next to one another, coming down from a high that had become regularly experienced between the two. Each worked on regulating their breathing until they were what one could call normal. That's how it always was. Once they were calm, the invited party would get up, get dressed and leave the other's apartment without a word. They never spoke. That was a rule they'd established within the first year. Speaking complicated things. There were too many questions of what it meant and where it was going. It was best to keep it strictly businesslike; stick more to the act and less to the reasoning.
Tonight it was different. Once his breathing was regulated, he didn't get up and search for his blue jeans on her bedroom floor, somewhere in the heap of bedding and other discarded garments. He didn't go in for round two. He instead continued to lay beside her and she knew why. It had gone much farther than either would have imagined.
It had started innocently enough. Renge had commented on his effeminacy and Tamaki had kissed her to prove a point. And then he had kissed her again. And by the end of the night, the line between friendship and romance had been had been so far crossed it was no longer visible. But they didn't think it would happen again.
Not until, a week later, Tamaki showed up on her doorstep.
And the week following their second slip, it had been Renge's turn to pay a visit.
That had been five years ago.
"We can't keep doing this," Renge sighed, breaking their pact of silence.
"I know," Tamaki replied in hushed tones, knowing where this conversation would take them and not liking the idea.
"I mean, what are we?" she asked. "Are we friends or partners? Or maybe we're neither. Maybe we're just too strangers who come together to satisfy something missing in ourselves."
"Or maybe we're both," Tamaki breathed.
"Bullshit," she scoffed. "Nobody's both. People can pretend to be having sex with just a friend but it's all a load of crap. I think you should go home, for good."
The color drained from Tamaki's face and tears picked at the back of his eyes. He let out a small, stained laugh. "I've actually tried that approach. It's not like the facts of our situation had never occurred to me before. I know how ridiculous this all is, but I don't know how else to live. I'm so lost and every time I think to myself Okay Tamaki, time to go home I end up on your doorstep. Every time I close my eyes, you're all I see."
"I know. I'm breaking the base rule of casual sex; never tell the other person you love them. But what else do you want from me Renge? I would die for you and if you're going to tell me to go away than I think you should know that. I love you. I don't wanna go. This is home. You're home," Tamaki said, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
"Than where do you propose we go from here?" Renge asked, her own eyes filling with tears.
"I don't know," he admitted, shifting to get out of bed and find his clothes. Renge's trembling hand reached out and took his wrist, halting him.
"Did you want to spend the night?" Renge asked, quietly.
"What would it make us?" Tamaki wondered.
"One step closer to figuring out where we stand."