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46 || Trust & Other Issues

Tongue - Maribou State, Holly Walker

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Celina

I wasn't a morning person, unless morning fell over the hours that slipped past noon.

It was a habit. Some say a terrible one, I say a necessary one.

So necessary, I'd gone my entire life sleeping in. I took night classes to accommodate, stayed up later to get things done. I thrived in the night. Found comfort in the dark.

And my body was one with my mind.

It's no different now, my body and mind are synched on the necessary. Only it seems like the necessity isn't sleep but a man one would dream of.

I'd slept in his bed.

It was such a mundane thing. A domestic act between a man and a woman who were married. But it felt different. Odd. Unnatural. Special.

He'd fucked me in his car, drove me home, and then walked me to his bedroom, only disappearing to let me get cleaned up.

And only after I'd showered and decided - out of awkwardness - to sleep in Sitto's room, had he shut the door before I could get it fully open, grabbed my chin and spoke the words so roughly I could do nothing but hide the flush filtering through my body.

"You sleep here." His voice was rough, fingers firm against my chin as though he was slightly angered I'd even attempted to leave. "With me."

I'd suppressed my smile. Not out of spite, but out of pure embarrassment, knowing that if I smiled, it'd be one of a flushed boy crazy girl. "Fine." I'd sighed as though his demand meant nothing to me. "You can have me tonight." My body was betraying me, my chest heaving, my hands gripping the hem of my sleeping shorts, while my eyes traced the scar on his cheekbone. "But don't get use to it."

His fingers had flexed, the electric blue in his eyes challenging, as he took a step so close his height asserted physical dominance over mine. "I will get use to it. You should too." His words were final, and carried a meaning I understood.

I don't think I'd ever be sleeping anywhere else again.

When I said nothing, he let me go and nodded to his closet, coasting his eyes down my figure. "Go change."

I followed his gaze to my sleeping attire. An oversized band t-shirt, ripped in a few places and silk sleep shorts. "I am changed." I knew what he meant, it didn't mean I'd listen without making him beg for it, though.

"Unless you mean for me to change into your clothes," I inch higher on my tippy toes, and bring my lips over his. "Is that what you want?"

He'd loosened his hold, while his body subconsciously leaned into mine. "What if it is?"

He may have asserted his physical dominance, but I wouldn't dare pass up a chance to exercise mine. "Then get on your knees and ask nicely."

Irritated, he'd let go of my chin and stepped back, loosening his tie, and walking into his bathroom.

I followed, entertained by his annoyance.