Entwined

Burning pages

As my mother invited Silas's family over for dinner, the enticing aroma of spices filled the house. I lounged in bed, idly playing with my nose, trying to guess what delicacies she was preparing. Silas, on the other hand, was searching for something, opening drawers and sneaking a hand inside.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Something," he answered.

"You know, it's a bit weird for a man to search in a woman's closet. I have my underwear in there," I said.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," he responded.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. After some time, he grew irritated and turned to face me.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"What?" I asked.

"The pinky thing," he answered.

"Ah, that. Why, you want to try it?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "I thought you were into natural stuff, Greta," I continued to tease.

"I just want to see something," he said.

"There's no way you're touching something that I shove down there," I said.

We exchanged stares, each one waiting for the other to budge. In vain. He slowly walked towards me as I nervously tapped my pillow. I glared up at him when he was at the edge of my bed.

"I can be stupid sometimes," he admitted.

"Welcome to the club," I said.

He swiftly tugged his hand under the pillow and managed to pull out my vibrator. It wasn't a great hiding place, but still, it was the closest to my reach.

"Who sleeps on their tiny vibrator?" he mocked.

"Who touches something that isn't theirs?" I mocked back.

We fought for some time. I tried hard to take it away from his grasp, but who was I kidding? I sat pounding on my bed, arms crossed, as he inspected it closely. He then turned it on, and it started vibrating between his hands.

"This is super weird," I said.

"You know, if this didn't satisfy you, I may have an idea about your kinks," he responded, grinning.

I glared at him for some time before he added, "You are just like me."

"No one in hell will chain me," I said.

"You've never tried, and it's not only that. It will bring you pleasure," he said.

"Well, I can find pleasure somewhere else," I responded.

"Maybe, but what about satisfaction?" he asked.

"I am not indulging in your stuff," I responded.

"Just try it first," he said.

"No," I responded.

Silas sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. He placed the vibrator back under the pillow and sat on the edge of my bed, looking at me thoughtfully.

"You know, Cindy, sometimes stepping out of your comfort zone can lead to surprising discoveries," he said.

"I'm perfectly comfortable, thank you," I retorted, my arms still crossed.

"Suit yourself," he said, standing up. "But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

Just then, my mother called us for dinner, and Silas planted a kiss on my cheek and headed downstairs.