"You're nothing, but a brat."
"Yeah and guess whose brat I am?"
"Mine."
What could a promiscuous "internet personality" and a mysterious architect possibly talk about?
Started: 2/14/21
Ended: 2/24/21
Rankings:
2/23/21: #1 in #matthewgraygubler
5/2...
I anxiously put on the last finishing touches of my house before Phoebe arrived. I walked quickly to my bathroom to check how I was looking so far. I raked my hand through my hair trying to slick it back so I at least look presentable. I undo my first two buttons on my shirt to look laxer and adjust my glasses slightly. I heard the doorbell ring which made me want to throw up immediately, but I took a deep breath and headed towards the front of my house. I opened the door with a huge smile on my face. There she was in the flesh, looking even more perfect in person. Phoebe's form-fitting dress hugged her in all the right places, and I had to swiftly shake the intrusive thoughts in my head. "It's nice to officially meet you," her voice was soft and sweet like cotton candy almost. I held my arm out to shake her hand, but she pushed it away and opted for a hug. "I'm so glad you're actually here," I mumbled softly. We pulled away after a bit and invited her inside.
I closed the door and watched as she looked around curiously at my stuff. "I expected nothing less," she said mainly to herself. Phoebe's attention went from my sculptures to the paintings I had on my walls. She looked very close and her eyes lit up. "You painted this?" "Yeah, I did. I'm no good, but I like that one," I explained. "Well now you have to show me more," Bee said with a teasing smirk. "We'll see. Do you wanna eat first and then do a tour or vice versa?" I asked feeling my nerves rile up again. "Tour! I have to see where the magic happens," she answered with an almost mischievous voice. I gulped hoping I was looking too deep into her words. The tour went smoothly, for the most part, we lost track of time when I started showing her my designs for homes and buildings, after that she asked me to sketch a home I think would suit her. I then showed her my bedroom which excited Bee.
"You know, I'm actually surprised your room is more industrial," Phoebe commented while running her fingers on one of my bricked walls. "I have a soft spot for industrialism," I responded while watching her. She made her way into my closet looking at all my clothing and accessories. "Of course it'd be color-coordinated," she scoffed playfully. "If you're gonna criticize how organized I am, I might not feed you," I teased. She made direct eye contact with me which caused me to move my eyes on my wooden floor. "What did you even make?" Phoebe inquired while putting her hands behind her back. "Seafood alfredo," I answered.
In the dining room, I made sure to seat Phoebe down as I clumsily brought everything out. "Are you sure you don't need help?" she questioned while watching me become a nervous mess. "I'm sure," I said setting down two wine glasses. "I can't drink. I'm driving," Phoebe pointed out. "Right, right I'm sorry." She placed her hand on top of mine and gave me a reassuring smile. "You're so anxious. Relax... Nathan?" "You're getting closer," I said returning the smile. "How are you not an absolute wreck?" "I am! I'm just better at hiding it," Bee shrugged while pouring wine in my glass. "Maybe that'll help you unwind." "You're not trying to get me drunk are you?" "Not at all. I don't usually put out on the first date." She glanced at me with a devilish look in her doe eyes. This time I returned the look while taking a sip of my wine.
The night certainly was interesting, with Phoebe talking mostly and me just listening to her ramble about anything. But she noticed and stopped talking. "Speak," she simply said while picking up her teacup. "I didn't think you'd be this observant," I mentioned. "I pegged you to be a little more oblivious." "Were you hoping I'd be a little more oblivious?" "Maybe just for tonight," I admitted. "It's been an embarrassingly long time since I had a beautiful woman in my house." "So you're only big and bad when you message me?" Phoebe mocked. Is she trying to get me worked up? Lost in my own thoughts, she uncrossed then crossed her legs catching my attention.
I bit my bottom lip trying to keep my composure. She has no idea what she could get herself into. "Well?" "No. It's just something about you that has me acting like a schoolboy," I answered. "But don't think that just because you have this effect on me that this is how I am." "You're gonna inflate my ego now," Phoebe giggled. "It's actually cute how nervous I make you." "I suggest you quit while you're ahead if you wanna leave here with the ability to walk," I warned. Phoebe gets up from the love seat and makes her way over to me. I observed her intently as she stood over me with a cocky grin on her beautiful face.
She bent down and leaned forward by my ear and whispered "What are you gonna do about it?" Bee straightened back up and looked down at me as if I was gonna allow her to dominate me like that. I grabbed her waist and pulled her down on my lap. "I think you know what I'm capable of princess," I whispered in her ear. She squirmed around a little bit and stuck her bottom lip out. "What's wrong? Not so big and bad after all hm?" I chuckled. I tugged on her ponytail gently which made her open her mouth a little. "You're nothing, but a brat," I told her. "Yeah and guess whose brat I am?" Phoebe asked breathlessly. "Mine," I mumbled in the crook of her neck. "I'm really trying to be a gentleman tonight, but you're making it extremely difficult."
Bee took my glasses off placing it on the side table. I furrowed my eyebrows as she readjusted herself on my lap. She arched her back ever so slightly and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry daddy," Phoebe pouted. A frustrated groan escaped my mouth as I look her up and down. "You need to go home," I sighed. "I don't want to have sex with you the first day I meet you." "Why not?" "Because I said so?" I scoffed. "Plus I have work in the morning so.." "Ugh, you're no fun. I thought I could get to you," Phoebe confesses. "You're an evil she-devil," I gasped.
I laid her on my couch and move in between her legs. "Don't get your hopes up. I'm not gonna put out for a while," I said. "Why would you do that to me?" she questioned while clutching her necklace. "Because I'm a gentleman." Phoebe sat up dissatisfied with my answer. "Well if you're gonna torture me like that can I get one thing?" she asked getting closer to my face. "What is it?" I already knew the answer with the way she staring at my lips. I lingered over her lips for a short while before I gave her a gentle kiss. Phoebe still dissatisfied, grabbed my face and smashed her lips onto mine for a deeper kiss. My whole body tingled as I inhaled her hypnotic scent. My main focus was not to let this get far, but the taste of her nearly silenced my thoughts completely. My hands roamed her lower back as I pulled her on top of me, never breaking the kiss.
I felt how hot the room was getting and the urge to remove our clothes was getting stronger. I played with the zipper on the back of her dress as she left wet sloppy kisses on my neck. "Phoebe," I moaned softly. "Stop please." She ignored me, as she started to unbutton my shirt. She made eye contact with me as she kissed down my torso. My breathing got heavier as she undid my belt and kissed below my belly button. I grabbed her hands and pulled her up, placing a smack on her ass. "I said stop," I huffed. "Damn, I was so close. I had you unraveling," Bee sighed. She moved off of me and stood up. I looped my belt back on and got up as well. "I should get going huh?" "Yes, but that doesn't mean I want you to go," I replied. "I'll walk you out."
I opened her car door then shut it once she got in. She started it and rolled the window down. I bent down and kissed her cheek. "That won't do," Phoebe said sternly. I rolled my eyes playfully and gave her a peck on the lips. "Let me know when you get home," I said. "I will Nathaniel," she smiled. "Good girl," I beamed while giving her another kiss. "How'd you figure it out?" "You said Nathan was close and I couldn't think of any other names besides Nathaniel," Bee answered. "I like your name. It suits you very well." "My smart girl. Goodnight Princess Phoebe." "Goodnight Nathaniel the Pisces," she said before driving off
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