𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫|London

I intertwine my hand with River's, her back to my front with the covers loosely draped over us. One of my arms was under her head, the other holding hers over her stomach.

If it was any other day she would've slapped me for touching her but I wore her out after fucking her for another three rounds. And now she's too tired to argue.

The plane lands in an hour and we're still laying in bed naked. I'm too comfortable to move anyways, even River is by the look on her face.

Dark waves fall down her back, her curves bruised up from how harshly I had grabbed her. The air smells  like strawberries beneath my nose, some of her curls laying on my face. It's weird how I hate strawberries yet love the smell of it on her.

I look over my shoulder at the window behind us, a soft orange glow shines onto my face from the sunset outside. I squint my eyes and move my hand out of Rivers grasp to close the porthole. She starts stirring in her sleep, shifting over to her side so now she's facing me. Her eyes were still closed, a small pout rests on her lips as she exhales through her nose.

I ruffle my hair and sit up, gently moving her off my arm. Quietly, I get out of bed and put my clothes on.

Here comes the hard part, waking her ass up because our plane lands very soon. From experience she will either ignore me or cuss me out if I wake her up.

"Riv." I say, pulling the covers off her.

"Piss off." She grumbles into the pillow.

Her back is facing me so I ran my hand across the marks I left along her spine with a smirk. She's covered in me.

"The plane lands soon dumbass. Now get up." I say, sighing when she didn't respond. "Fine. Lets do this the hard way."

A yelp leaves her mouth when I throw her over my shoulder, picking her clothes up from the floor.

"You're pissing me off extra today. And I haven't even been awake for a minute." She grit out, holding the sides of my torso to steady herself.

"Shut the fuck up." I grumble, sitting her on top of the desk.

"Ti taglio la gola con il mio coltello se mi parli di nuovo in quel modo." She spat out angrily, aggressively putting her clothes on.

(I'll slit your throat with my knife if you speak to me like that again)

"Ti sfido." I seethe, taking a step towards her.

(I dare you)

When she's finished changing her clothes, she pulls out a knife from her back pocket. I groan when she knees my stomach and grabs the back of my hair, holding the knife to my throat.

I grip onto her upper thighs to steady myself, smirking up at her. The blade of the knife is touching my Adam's apple so with one wrong move my throat my actually get sliced.