Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~8~

Suddenly his hands stopped moving and I was able to relax every part of my body that had been attempting to hide from his hands. I opened my eyes which I hadn't realized had been squeezed tightly shut and the most gorgeous pair of green eyes were staring back at me.

"Round two?" he asked and moved his hands back towards me with a devilish grin.

"No! Enough! You've got me all wet!" I yelled at him, trying to grab his hands to stop him from getting to me.

His fingers intertwined in mine without any effort, but he used that advantage to pin my arms up and behind my head. Oh good lord what was he about to do.

"Have I now?" he whispered and I couldn't help but laugh as well as realize a shiver went all the way down my spine to my toes at his words.

"Just get off me," I whined, looking away as I felt my cheeks redden even more than they already were.

Flynn finally gave in and rolled off the bed, making sure to hold the towel in place. How he managed to keep that thing on properly that whole time amazed me.

"Put some clothes on before I think you're a sex offender or something," I joked and he laughed once more before he disappeared back into the bathroom.

I looked beside me to see my animal crackers somewhat still in tact. I popped on into my mouth but found it hadn't fared well in the tickle attack either. Flynn must have dripped all over them. They weren't broken, but they had gotten a little wet.

Gagging slightly I rolled off the bed like Flynn did and threw the crackers in the trash. What a waste. I sauntered over to my bag swaying my hips just for the fun of it. I felt like I was on a runway and all of these people were looking at me because I was beautiful and wearing the latest trends.

Or just a ratty old sweatshirt and some cutoffs.

I dug through what I had brought and didn't find any pajamas. They must have been in my other bag. So what I was I supposed to wear to sleep? I stripped off my sweatshirt because I figured I would be too hot, I was already a little sweaty from the damn tickle attack.

"What's got you looking all cute and conflicted?" Flynn's voice asked in my ear. He had somehow managed to stand right behind me without me noticing. How did he do that? Let's not even mention the fact he called me cute.

"I don't have any pajamas," I pouted, pushing him back slightly as I walked around him, to where I wasn't sure but I couldn't focus when he was that close to me.

"Here, you can wear these," Flynn advised and a second later I felt something soft hit my back. I reached around and caught the mysterious object and held them up in front of my face.

"Sweatpants?" I asked him. His sweatpants? As in the ones he had wore. As in the ones that had touched his...ya know.

"They're clean," Flynn said defensively, holding his hands up in surrender. "Unless you want to sleep in jean shorts....your choice," he taunted me, that grin back in full force.

"Ew," I said. Sleeping in jeans? Who does that?

I thanked him for the sweatpants and grabbed my toiletries back before heading to the bathroom. I locked the door, yes locked, I wasn't about to have macho Flynn barging in on me. I am sure he wouldn't do that, but ya never know.

I wiggled out of my shorts and slid his sweatpants on first. They were huge, warm and the softest things that had ever touched my legs. Why aren't girl's sweatpants made like this? These were heaven. And they had pockets! Woah!

I tightened the drawstring and tied it off so my underwear wouldn't be coming out to play anytime soon. Finally I washed my hands and face and looked at myself in the mirror.