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That New Years Kiss

It would be perfect, she thought, smiling. Her sister had told her that it was only proper for her to go out and find someone to kiss on New Years now that she and her long standing boyfriend had finally broken up.

She could imagine it now. The kiss. It would be better than any she had shared with him on New Years. And it would mean something this time, she vowed. She could picture it clearly in her head.

They would be on the balcony of Larissa's house, staring out at the city lights while they inched closer to one another. She would smile shyly at him with an endearing blush adorning her pale face. He would grasp her hand in his and smile boldy at her before gently lowering his lips to hers in a promisng kiss.

And his lips would taste like the champagne that she'd stolen sips of at parties.

Yeah... That's what it would be like. She smiled slowly before getting up off her bed to find the pair of heels she was going to wear tonight.

Midnight found her drunk on white wine with her back in a pantry against someone's pancake mix. She was getting her kiss. But she wasn't on a balcony. And his lips didn't taste like champagne. They tasted like beer. But his tongue was doing wicked things to her, so she didn't complain.

She was blearily thinking that this New Years wasn't quite like any she'd ever experienced when he started leading her to his car. She didn't have it in her to decline.

The car ride was a blur of tail lights and hot kisses at red lights. And it was short. Very short. She was dragged out of the car as soon as they arrived at his apartment. They made an awkward dance of making it up the stairs to his door when he couldn't wait any longer.

Before she knew it her panties had been shoved to the side, her dress pulled up, and his pants pushed down.

He took her against the door. She had her legs wrapped around his waist as he desperately made love to her. She didn't care. She wanted what he was giving so badly...

They managed to make it into his apartment after the first rush of release.

She woke up with a hangover. She rolled over, taking in her scenery. She didn't know where she was. She could barely remember who she was. She didn't know who was sleeping beside her.

She groaned out loud and searched for her dress. It was lying on the floor not to far away from the door, as were her panties.

She groaned again.

Last night had been reckless. A smile found it's way to her lips. She'd never had a one night stand before. She frowned at the thought. She wanted more than a one night stand.

The figure in the bed started stirring.

"Fuck," he moaned out, holding his head.

She smiled sadly. She had had a one night stand. And he hadn't been making love to her. He'd been having sex. And she'd thought maybe they would actually go somewhere in life... She smiled bitterly at him. This was the one time she'd allow herself to be so crazy.

He eventually got out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers, and offered her breakfast. She declined and managed to uphold the perfect image of the perfect lady. A perfect lady who did not go out and try to find boys whose names she didn't even know to kiss. A perfect lady who didn't sleep with boys whose names she didn't even know.

Names she didn't want to know.

She walked down the street in the same, now wrinkled clothes, as the night before. It was early. People were still in bed and she was able to observe the streets and how they'd changed as a result of the night's celebrations.

She was looking at the broken window in her neighbors car when she put her key into the door. New Years made people crazy.

The light was blinking on her machine. A quick check of the phone told her that it was her sister. She pushed the button on her machine to hear what her sister had to say.

And all she heard was...

Who was your New Years kiss...?

Owari