Ambivalently Yours

Muffled

"I passed Wheezie on the way up. She said you bonded," Rafe says as he enters the room.

You sit back up, having laid down a few minutes ago to watch something random on TV to pass the time. "Is that how she worded it?" you ask. "Because she came in here and asked me no less than a million questions."

He laughs. "That sounds more accurate," he says.

"I didn't mind, honestly", you tell him. "She's sweet. Nosey, but sweet."

"That's her in a nutshell. I hope she wasn't too annoying," he says. He shrugs off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, motioning for you to scoot over so he can join you.

"No, really, like I said, I didn't mind," you reply, moving back towards the wall. "I'm glad you're home though. Was it as terrible as you thought it would be?"

"Pretty much," he admits. "But tomorrow, I don't have to go anywhere until dinner, and then it's just the dinner with those clients, and I'm done. We can leave the next morning."

"So I have you to myself all evening and most of the day tomorrow? Whatever will we do with all that time?" you ask.

"I thought I'd hang with my dad, and you can hang with Rose," he says. "Spend some time apart."

You frown. "That's not even a good joke."

He chuckles softly. "My social battery is at a critical level. I'm not I have it in me to be my usual witty self."

"Witty is generous. You're reactionary to my wittiness, which, if I do say so myself, is unmatched."

"Unmatched? You're reaching," he says.

"And you think you're on par with me?" you challenge. "Someone is getting too big for their britches."

"My britches are fine. But if we're talking about the size of what's in my britches..."

"You'll do anything to talk about your dick," you scoff, swatting at his chest.

He feigns offense, recoiling from you. "Why do I put up with this abuse?"

"Stop being such a baby, I never hurt you."

"I am fragile, y/n," he says dramatically. "Honestly, do you even love me?"

"Oh, don't start on that bullshit," you say, pushing up on your elbow so you can look down at him as he lays on his pillow. "You know I love you."

"I feel like you're gaslighting me by telling me what I know."

"You are unbelievable," you huff, but your fake frustration falters when he rolls you over and pins you underneath him, peppering your face with kisses. "Rafe! Stop!" you say between giggles. "We're in the middle of an argument!"

You feel him grin against your skin as he moves his lips to your neck. "As much as I love arguing with you, I'd much rather see your mouth get put to use in a different way," he says, pushing one hand up your shirt just slightly.

"Is your door locked?"

He cranes his neck to look, and, seeing that the door isn't secured, he jumps up and rushes across the room in a flash. "It is now," he says, stalking back towards the bed.

He's back on top of you in an instant, kissing you softly but urgently. You didn't think you would ever tire of the way you felt when he kissed you; it was like butterflies and fireworks in your stomach, fluttering and exploding all at once. You were willingly at his mercy for whatever he decided he wanted to do with you.

"Isn't your entire family home?" you ask breathlessly, sliding your hands under his shirt.

He balances his weight on one arm and uses his free hand to grasp the back collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. "Yeah, so maybe try not to enjoy me as loudly as you normally do," he says with a smirk.