Kitty's Pad.

Claimers: I own them. All of them. I hope Heaven is really like this. *sigh*

Title & lyrics: System Of A Down, own the song 'Suite-Pee'. God is everywhere, people.

Comments: This part is at Michelle's apartment, which, like a lot of Angels places, is down on Earth.

I had an out of body experience the other day,

Her name was Jesus,

And for her, everyone cried,

Try her philosophy,

Die for her philosophy.

Discord's POV

LaOC XXVII - And For Her, Everyone Cried

'Get me another beer, Mich? I'm relaxed lying here.'

I prove my point by trying to lift my arm, but making it look all floppy.

So much for her being all 'you can't have any beers, you'll get drunk.'

I can feel my head swimming already.

I look down at the empty bottles I've drunk.

Shit, nine.

Lucky I'm going for ten then.

She looks at me from where she's sitting on the floor, and rolls her eyes.

But she gets up and goes to the kitchen anyway.

She's great.

I close my eyes and stretch out on her sofa some more.

Then I jolt up as I feel something cold on my stomach.

'You could have made my heart stop doing that!'

I grab the bottle and wipe the moisture off my skin.

She sits on the floor but turns round, leaning her head on her arms, next to me.

I turn my head and are noses are almost touching.

'Mich, you can sit up here if you want. I can move over.'

I feel bad, 'cause she's on the floor and I'm all cozy up here.

She looks at me for a bit, and shakes her head.

'No. I'm ok here. Dis?'

I rub my nose against hers and she slaps my shoulder.

'What?'

'I think I'm drunk.'

'No shit. How many beers have you had? I lost count after your fifth. I know you've got a lot of leg, but once they're filled up with alcohol there's nowhere left for it to go but your blood.'

'Hey, leave my legs out of this. I can handle my drink just fine, unlike you.'

She flashes me a smug little smile.

So I jab her in the shoulder and she tries to make a grab for me, but fails, toppling back.

With a few curses, she's lying in a heap on the floor.

'You can handle your drink. Can you give me some tips?'

I can't stop laughing at her.

She stands up, straightening her clothes and throws me a stare.

I can see you're trying not to smile, you spaz.

I move over and pat the space I made.

She looks at me, hesitating a little, but then lies down with me.

She's only a few inches shorter than me so we fit together well.

At least she bought a big sofa.

I throw an arm over her waist and put the other under my head.

I feel her hand resting on my arm.

'Come on then, Mich. Why'd you really split with Kreousa? She's, like... wow, you know? Legs that go on forever, and she's got big...'

'Dis! Leave them out of it.'

'Shoulders. She has big shoulders. Sheesh.'

Her hand moves to the chain round my neck, and she starts playing with it.

'Do we have to talk about this?'

'Yeah. We're friends and you never tell me anything anymore.'

She kisses me, softly, and I can't stop from smiling again.

She starts laughing a bit, and kisses my cheek.

'You taste of beer, Dis.'

'So do you. See, we're perfect for each other.'

'I could get drunk kissing you.'

'You already are.'

This time I move my lips to hers, and we just lie there and kiss for a while.

I think the alcohol's getting to me because I'm not stressing out about it.

Elle's probably with Lucy now, anyway.

In a meeting for an hour?

Yeah, right.

That's Lucy's fuckin' idea of foreplay.

I remember when she started dating Lucy, after we split.

They used to have "meetings" then.

Sam knows what goes on, and she thought it was normal for that skank ho to hang out there.

Elle told me that she hardly sees Lucy now.

Liar.

I feel a hand moving up my arm, skimming my skin, and certain parts of me really spark up.

I shouldn't be doing this, I'm with Elle and I love her.

But... I'm not who she really wants.

I'm the one she got.

I run a hand up Mich's top, feeling her back, and then her stomach.

Feels different to Elle.

I start to get upset again.

So I kiss Mich harder, slipping my tongue in her mouth.

And she kisses me back and then some.

I feel a hand on my thighs, stroking through the leather of my pants.

I'm not second best here.

My hands move and begin to unbutton her top.

My finger fumble a bit because of all the beers I've had.

Shit, I must have had twice as many as Mich, and she was almost falling over earlier.

I slide my hands under the material and push it back.

Then I run my palms over her breasts, feeling her nipples get hard under them.

She pulls away from our kiss, and moans.

I'm not second best.

My heads swimming with alcohol and I know I shouldn't be doing this.

I know I shouldn't.

I'm with Elle and I love her.

And I'm fucking up again.

But what does it matter?

I'm not the one she wants.

So... it doesn't matter, right?

I pull Mich under me some more, and kiss her neck, then her collarbone.

I move further down, kissing her through her bra, making the fabric wet.

Her hands pull my head up to hers, and she kisses me hard.

But this isn't what I want.

Elle's what I want.

But... I can't have her.

She's a liar.

I know she is.

They always lie to me.

No-one's going to use me, not again.

I'm not letting it happen all over again.

My knee moves Mich's legs apart and I push into her.

I'll show you what happens when you two time me, Elle.

I have to concentrate more than usual because I've got so much booze in my system.

My hands move to Mich's bra, and I rip it off her.

I can feel her hands under my shirt, and her nails dragging down my back.

Makes me push into her even more.

I'm not being fucked over by anyone.

Not again.

And I am not fucking, second best!

My hands start pulling at Mich's belt, undoing it quickly.

Then I've got all the buttons down.

I push my hand into her pants and cup her over her underwear.

I leave it there, not moving.

She's still kissing me, and it feels... good.

This feels good.

She feels good.

And I feel good.

I feel in control.

Her hips start moving under my hand, trying to push into me more.

But I pull my fingers away.

Not yet.

I push up, get her hands and put them above her head, holding them with one of mine.

I get on top of her and I don't even bother to check she's ok underneath me.

And I'm not sure why.

My other hand pushes her pants down past her hips, roughly.

Her mouth breaks away from mine as she tries to get her breath back.

'Dis... slow down.'

Slow down?

Maybe Dis doesn't want to slow down?

Winners take what they want, right?

'Do you want this or not?'

I look down into her eyes, and they're confused.

Why are you confused?

You want this!

'I... yes.'

Ok.

Remember. You asked for it.

I push the fabric of her panties to the side, teasing her by not giving her what she wants; me.

'Dis, can...'

I push my mouth down on hers, shutting her up.

I don't want to hear her.

She kisses me back, but then I feel her mouth trying to break away.

So pull off her.

See, Elle?

You don't need me, then I don't need you.

You're not leaving me again.

I'm leaving you.

'Dis...'

I kiss her again, not so hard this time, but she doesn't kiss me back.

Then the alcohol starts to clear out of my head a little.

Making everything less foggy.

And I stop.

You're hurting her, Dis!

I loosen my grip on her hands and take my foot off the gas a little.

I feel her relax a little, under me.

She looks up at me and... she was scared?

She was scared of me?

'I wasn't... I wasn't going to hurt you, Mich.'

I see tears in her eyes, as she nods her head.

But she's really scared, she is.

I let go of her hands and pull her pants back up.

Then I rest my head on her chest.

I can hear her heart pounding.

I ruin everything I touch.

'I wouldn't have hurt you, I wouldn't. I'm sorry for being rough. My head feels... messed up.'

She puts her arms round me, and after a while her heart rate starts to go back to normal.

Finally she says something.

'Dis. What's happening to you?'

That's it.

I don't know.