Fighting For Us

1. Hands Out

"What if I make dinner, and you can make us lunch? I can grill up some of those chicken breasts you love, and do potatoes and corn too."

"So I get to make whatever I want for lunch for us, and you make dinner?"

"Yes."

"Sold!"

I roll on top of him, and he looks surprised. I straddle his hips, and sit on him. I can feel him getting harder under me. I can feel myself getting excited, and then remember that I'm still very much on my period, and can't do anything about it.

"I'd say it was a pleasure doing business with you, but as we can both tell, the pleasure was all mine."

I shake my head at him, and put my hands on either side of his head, lowering myself down until my chest is nearly touching his, and our faces aren't too far apart. His hands slide under my shirt, and up to my breasts. He keeps his hands overtop of my bra, and for once I am thankful for that.

"Hands out."

It comes out as a whisper, but his cheeky smile tells me he heard me. His hands squeeze my breasts and a moan escapes me.

"That doesn't sound like you want me to stop."

"East, get your hands out of my shirt."

I try to sound serious, but my voice deceives me. Sounds more like I'm pleading than being serious. He laughs and slowly slides his hands down until he makes his way to my hips. I have to force myself to climb off of him. He senses me start to move, and his grip on my hips tightens.

"Time out."

His hands come off me instantly and he lets me climb off of him. I can't bring myself to look at him. I know he's got a smug look on his face, knowing he got me riled up. I get off the bed and go to my closet.

"Where are you going, baby girl?"

That catches my attention, but after a second I keep powering on. I grab my grey sweat shorts, some black underwear, and a baggy black sleep t-shirt. As I come out of the closet, I still don't look at him. I start walking to the bathroom, and answer him on the way.

"I'm going to need a cold shower if I'm going to be spending anymore time with your sexy horny ass tonight."

I can hear him laugh. One of my favourite sounds in the world.

"Need some assistance? You know how much I love to help you get clean."

That image in my head riles things up even more inside me. Remembering how his hands felt cleaning every inch of my exposed skin. It gives me a chill, which I knew he'd see. I shake my head and close the door. I make sure to lock it so I don't have any surprise visitors. Four more days. I just have to make it four more days. These are going to be the longest four days of my life.

When I come back out of the bathroom, he's still laying on the bed. He's got his back to me. I quietly walk over and climb into bed behind him. I big spoon him, and he lets out a little moan as my arms wrap around him. I rest my cheek against his back and close my eyes. Taking in his amazing scent, and enjoying the warmth coming from him.

"All calmed down now?"

"Mhm."

"Challenge accepted."

He laughs and holds my arm around him as I try to free it to smack him.

"No! No challenge accepted. If you keep making it hard to be around you without wanting more, I won't be able to be around you until my periods done. Four days, East. Think about that."