Drabble: friends with benefits

Interesting plot idea. But please don't follow this in real life. This is a more MATURE fic, with a more frank discussion about er hum. Considering the drabble title. This shouldn't be too surprising yeah?

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"Yuck!" Daine cringed.

"What?" Numair asked, following Daine's gaze.

"This is why I don't like to sit outside in this whole al fresco thing near a park. Increasing the risk of skin cancer under the sun and all the lovey dovey yuckness," Daine frowned, and took a sip of her drink.

"Isn't it kind of sweet to see the couples holding hands and whispering sweet nothings?" Numair queried. "You are strange woman!"

"Well your sweet couple is now making out, EWW! They need a room! I don't know why we find it alright when beautiful people make-out, but normal people, complete with wombly fats and white hair. Yuck yuck yuck!" Daine scowled.

"Alright... before they started getting all physical..." Numair conceded. "But what's gotten you all riled up about the whole couple thing?"

Daine stared at Numair. "You're asking me about why I don't embrace the wonders of couplehood? You, the playboy king? You, the one who is currently in a 'friends with benefits' relationship with me." Numair went red. "And you can blush! It's amazing man. And to think I was the virgin before I met you." Daine shook her head.

Numair reached over and brushed a curl away from Daine's face. "It's hard to find such cynicism in one so young."

"Well, I'm only five years younger than you, oh ancient one," Daine chirped. "I'm just wised up to the ways of the world! Relationships are a logical, rational thing. Girl offers something, guy offers something, if they both like what each other is offering, they'll take it. Which is why, you will see that, sure some girls end up with uglier guys, but that's because the guy is superior in personality than a good looking one. It's a cost-benefit analysis. Lack of looks, personality, can be made up for in wealth and stability. It's a whole give and take sitaution. And when one party finds that it's no longer beneficial to stay, he'll leave. Which is why you always see guys leave for prettier younger things. So I really see no point in getting into a relationship. Investing so much time and effort for the guy to leave or cheat on you after some time."

"Hey..." Numair demurred.

"Ha, don't you get on the high horse to me and tell me that's not true. You who has gone for beautiful voluptous blondes all your life. Took them, enjoyed them, dumped them. Went for another. Working your way like a hard little labourer," Daine said.

Numair blushed.

Daine patted his hand. "It's alright, I won't tell anyone you're like a rabbit. If it wasn't for the fact that you were drunk when I asked you to take up this offer, you wouldn't have agreed. I must be the first brunette you've had sex with right?"

Numair went a deeper shade of red if that was possible. "But I don't sleep with other girls while I'm still with one girl."

"Yeah, you're faithful, in a weird kind of way," Daine agreed. "Which is why I picked you to be my dear friend." She started to tick off her fingers while she spoke, "One, we were not close friends so it wouldn't ruin any friendship we have. Two, I was rather comfortable with you. Three, you're oddly faithful in your own little weird way because I don't like to share. Four, I heard you were reallllllyyyy good in bed."

Numair folded his arms, "You're really open for an ex-virgin you know."

"Yeah, at the grand old age of 30, I realise it was now or never," Daine said. "Besides, if you were any other guy, I wouldn't be so open and frank. But yeah, since you're a 'friend with benefit', there's no need to impress you or have any sort of propriety. Though I wish I had video recorded your expression when you realised you had deflowered me."

Numair's eyes narrowed, "You should have told me."

"No use crying over spilt milk and I promised I would pay you back for the bedsheets," Daine chirpped.

"It's not the bedsheets that's bugging me," Numair growled.

"Yeah, well, I also must agree the first time wasn't that great," Daine nodded. "But the subsequent times was better. Don't you think? Oh come on, you must give me some sort of handicap! If I suck at it, it's all your fault for not being good enough to teach me."

Numair buried his head in his hands, "I can't believe I'm having this conversation and no, I am not commenting on the experience but the fact that you should have warned me that you were a virgin."

"Or you would run for the high hills?" Daine asked. "I have no doubt that in your weird little way, you would have refused. All the girls you have been involved in are rather, er hum, experienced. But no worries," she patted his head. "I have no expectation of you hanging around for long. I must give you credit for being here for what, five months already? It's like a record for you."

Numair looked at Daine through his fingers, his expression suddenly enigmatic. "Are you so sure I only entered into this because I was drunk?"

Daine's heart started beating faster at his intent gaze, "Err.... free sex?"

"Wrong, I-" Numair answered.

"Excuse me, here's your souffle," the waiter interupted.

"Thanks," Daine grinned. "You were saying?"

Numair sighed and grabbed a fork, "Never mind, let's just eat."