"You're still smoking huh?" The smirk that crept up your face made him grit his teeth.
"Yeah" he muttered, taking another puff of cigarette as he leaned against the wall.
Those pajamas you were wearing,
How desperate he was to rip them off of you. "You okay?" You asked, as your hand brushed his forearm. Big mistake.
"Don't tell me it's the boyfriend thing that's keeping you awake." You chuckled and he prayed whoever was listening to give him enough strength not to show you who you belonged to, right here, right now.
"What are you talking about ?" Among all of the options he had, which weren't a lot, playing dumb seemed to fit the most.
"Come on, you know what I'm talking about." You took a step forward, he inhaled as deeply as he could.
"I saw how tense you were when dad brought it up." That smile on your face was killing him, and he wanted more of it.
"Maybe I simply think you deserve better." Never in his entire life had he been so tempted.
You were the embodiment of temptation,
You smelled like it,
And most certainly tasted like it.
"You don't even know him." He didn't need to.
He didn't need to know to be sure of one thing, that he only was good enough for you.
You made it so difficult for him, and you didn't even know it. You were the object of all of his desires,
The bane of his existence.
"I just care for you." Five simple words that meant much more than they seemed.
He felt as though he was locked in the room of temptation, and there was no way out.
"You're so sweet." You looked so innocent as you stared into his eyes, but the way you said those words wasn't.
He could sense it,
Your presence overwhelming his entire being,
Utterly consuming him.
"It's getting late princess, you should get some sleep." His body almost felt sore as he was fighting the urge to press his lips against yours, to kiss every inch of your body;
To make you scream his name so loud that the entire neighborhood would know you're his.
Self control;
"Goodnight Y/N." He turned back and walked to his room, closing the door behind him.
Confusion was not strong enough to describe the way you felt as you stared at the ceiling, lying down in bed.
You saw the way he looked at you, it kept playing on repeat inside your mind.
He hadn't closed an eye that night, unable to tear his thoughts off of you. Your smile lingered in the back of his head, your scent followed him everywhere he went.
You made him lose his mind, to the point that he even considered the fact of going past no return.
The soft chirping of birds and the faint chatters from the living room echoed in your ears as you opened your eyes.
You dragged yourself out of bed, sleep deprived.
You walked downstairs, with that damn smile on your face.
His eyes immediately laid upon you, biting his lower lip from frustration, attraction.
"Good morning." You spoke as you sat at the table. "Good morning Y/N." Your mom replied with a smile as she took a sip of coffee, casual morning.
Yet for him,
It was pure torture.
"We decided to go camping today, what do you think?" Your dad asked, briefly glancing at your mom.
He knew this was trouble, but he couldn't just refuse the offer, could he ?
"That would be great !" Of course, you had to agree. With that same smile that wouldn't leave your face, as if you knew what it did to him, to his body.
"We'll be leaving soon." You nodded and looked at Simon, who was already looking at you.
The way you smiled at him was nothing but an affectionate gesture;
You were teasing him.
And as if the little look in your eyes was not enough, your hand found its way to his thigh, underneath the table.
It took him every bit of willpower he possessed not to take you upstairs, and teach you how to behave.
"I'm going to get ready then." Oh, you knew what you were doing, and he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't get enough of it.
You walked upstairs as if nothing happened, heading towards the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked, on accident.
For a moment, he found himself glued to his chair, unable to even blink.
What a brat you were;
It was unfair.
He snapped out of his thoughts and got up. Walked past the bathroom, naughty girl, leaving the door unlocked on purpose, for him to notice, you wanted him to notice. And he did.
A towel was all you wore as you walked out of the bathroom, innocently going to your room as he grabbed your wrist, pinning you up to the wall.
"You better behave before I make you." He whispered in your ear as his hand traced the outline of your jaw.
Both of your cheeks flushed red,
As your lower stomach tightened with arousal.
You looked up at him, almost begging him with your eyes only to make you behave.
"Your boyfriend wouldn't appreciate that, now would he ?" His voice sent shivers of excitement down your spine, the tightness and warmth in your lower stomach were unbearable, forcing you to press your thighs against one another.
"He's not my boyfriend."
You were such a good girl, saying the words he wanted you to say without having to ask.
But it wasn't enough.
He wasn't going to give you what you wanted right away. No.
He was going to make you beg for it. And he knew you would;
Like the good girl you were.
He took a step backward, depriving you from his warmth, his touch.
He smirked as he saw the desperation in your eyes, such a needy little slut.
"You heard your dad, we're leaving soon." It was pure torture, and he knew it.
He wouldn't stop until you begged on your knees.
"Yes." Was all you managed to reply, as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
You walked to your room, you got dressed.
You felt trapped in your own thoughts;
Your own desires.
It was the beginning of a very dangerous game.
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FanfictionGhost, your dad's friend has been around since you were a little girl. When you were just sixteen, he left for a mission and came back a few years later, but Things had changed, and feelings too...
