The Gloves are Off

Untitled Part 13

Food is delicious, and you ate entirely too much, leaving you feeling lazy and... a bit self-conscious. Your lifestyle made you pretty lean, but a full belly will make anyone looked bloated.

Vik flips through your tv, looking for a movie to watch while standing behind the couch waiting for you to sit down with him.

You'd insisted on cleaning up, which really only took a few seconds since it was basically just putting takeaway boxes in the fridge.

"Think I'm gonna go change real quick," you pad over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving towards your room.

He has none of it though, grabbing your arm and pulling you back in to snake his other arm around your waist, holding you flush against him, "thought we were sittin' down to watch a movie?"

"Yeah," you nod, feeling your cheeks warm up a bit, "feelin' kinda bloated though," you scrunch your nose and move to pull away again.

He gives a short, half scoff of a laugh, "you look fuckin' perfect to me, sweetheart, but whatever makes you comfortable."

You give him a pec on the lips and he lets you go, lightly smacking your ass with a smirk as you walk off, earning a playful grin from you over your shoulder in return.

He chuckles and returns to searching the tv, finally seeming to find something as you walk back in a few moments later to find him sitting comfortably, one arm stretched over the back of the couch.

You hop over and flop down next to him, making him jump slightly.

"Jeez, babe," he laughs and shakes his head, "gonna give an old man a heart attack, fuck."

"Oh, shut up," you roll your eyes and lean into him, getting comfortable with your legs draping across his lap as you turn your attention to the tv, "find one?"

"Uh," he clears his throat and presses play on the remote, "yeah, I think so. Give it a shot and see if it's worth watchin' all the way through."

The faint blush across his cheeks makes you grin to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek when you notice his jaw flex as his eyes linger along your now bare legs.

Shorts and a tshirt had been the more comfortable option, hiding what you felt like was a bit of a 'food-baby' pudge – and apparently giving the added bonus of distracting the hell outta Vik.

You make a point of stretching your legs, feigning a light yawn before nuzzling into his side further.

There's a subtle, but sharp inhale through his nose, the clenching of his jaw as you grab his hand and place it along your knee, taking the remote in your own hand to turn up the volume a bit.

His hand slides up along your outer thigh, making it your turn to blush, quirking a brow as you glance his direction.

When his eyes finally tear away from your legs to meet yours, his cheeks deepen, but a smirk still tugs along the corner of his lips, "what?"

"Like what you see, babe?" You grin as his smirk broadens.

"Can't help it," his hand slides up further, gripping your thigh lightly without breaking eye contact, "comin' in here wearin' shorts, layin' these long legs across my lap..."

He trails off and leans in, his other arm still draped across the back of the couch at your shoulders, lips ghosting along yours before you grip his shirt collar.

A light groan sounds in his throat as you trail one of your hands up along his neck to grip the back of his hair, deepening the kiss and tracing your tongue lightly against his.