Minutiae

Yesterdays

Stevie sometimes wondered whether Lindsey had even been given chores to do at home. Certainly, his complete lack of skills (well, so he claimed) seemed to suggest the answer to that question was a very resounding no. She didn't exactly mind cleaning for the both of them, but it wouldn't hurt if he'd occasionally put his dirty clothes in the hamper like she'd asked him to...

"Lindsey!" she shouted, attempting to be heard over the sounds of the loud laughter and dueling guitars from the living room.

Trying again, she was pleased when her boyfriend's curly locks and gorgeous face poked around the bedroom door.

"I was just picking up your clothes off the floor and -"

"Oh," he interrupted, the grin sliding off his face and replaced with trepidation almost immediately. "Is there something wrong?"

"Not exactly, no," she replied, amusing herself as the tension left his body and he entered the room, flopping down onto the bed, thus wrecking the nicely folded sheets and comforter. Oh well.

"Then?"

"Is there any chance I can convince you to USE the clothes hamper I bought for us? Maybe you can put your dirty clothes in there instead of on the floor?"

"They get washed either way."

"Yes," she agreed through gritted teeth. "By me. So..."

Tugging the pair of jeans out of Stevie's hand and tossing them back to the floor, he smiled charmingly at her. "Okay."

"Okay?"

He patted the bed and held out his other hand in invitation. "Okay. Come join me."

"Is that another way of saying 'join me and I'll make you come' because if so..." Stevie closed the bedroom door firmly as he nodded in response. "You're very distracting, Lindsey."

His tongue moments later was thoroughly distracting. And talented. And for Christ's sake, she thought, as he laid a palm on her stomach to keep her still, she was going to be far too exhausted to keep cleaning if he kept this up.

She'd probably cope...