Deadly Alliances

Chapter 19: Clumsy

Song: Mad At Disney - Salem Ilese (~slowed~)

Juliette's POV

An hour later, I was still waiting for Flynn. I wandered around his room. I wondered if there was an important meeting or something that came up. As I was thinking about Flynn, he walked through his bedroom door. I stood there, wide-eyed because I'd just been caught in his room.

"How was everything?" I asked gently, sitting up on the bed.

"It was okay," he sighed. "Everything been okay here?"

I was relieved that he didn't care that I was in his room. That could've been disastrous.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Flynn jumped on the bed. As soon as he landed, he fell off. It was in this exact moment that I realized just how clumsy my husband was.

I gasped and rushed over to where he fell. Flynn had rolled onto his back, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked concernedly.

"I feel like I just fell off the edge of the Grand Canyon," he muttered before jumping up. "But I'll be fine."

"No way you're fine," I challenged. "Proof."

Flynn laughed. "Prove it how? You want me to take off my shirt again?"

I blushed at the memory of taking his shirt off when that bullet grazed him.

"I'll do it," he murmured, a small smirk on his face. "I'll let you examine me like you actually care if I live or die."

"I do." My eyebrows furrowed at the implication. "I care."

"Prove it."

I put my hands on my hips, raising an eyebrow. "Take your shirt off."

Playful tension coated the air as I took a step forward. He took another step so that we stood face to face.

"Only if you do," he mumbled an inch away from my lips.

"You first," I insisted.

"That's not how this works," he replied. "Same time."

I licked my teeth slowly, showing how agitated I was by this. I didn't have to prove that I cared. So why was I?

Nevertheless, I nodded and reached for the hem of my shirt. Flynn did the same, copying my movements. I hesitated before pulling the cotton cloth over my head, revealing my pale pink bra. We threw our shirts, creating a pile.

Flynn's flawless torso met my eyes and caused me to draw in a sharp breath. His hands grabbed my wrists and placed them on his chest.

"I'm fine," he whispered into my ear.

When he pulled his face away, I pulled him back down by his jawline. "I just had to make sure."

I eased into our kiss, teasing him slowly. My hand eased down his chest and toward his abs. I felt every crevice of his body that was clearly sculpted for his line of work -- lean and muscular. Flynn's hand dug itself into my hair while the other was placed firmly on my waist.

The playfulness had left, making room for a new and more meaningful tension.

I pushed him onto the bed, making my intentions clear as I straddled him and continued our kiss. Flynn groaned and pulled my hair even tighter. His lips fell onto my neck. He kissed and licked anywhere that he could. I rolled my hips into him and felt him harden under me.

"Fuck," he grumbled. "What are you doing to me?"

I rubbed my palm over him, causing him to throw his head back. "You'll find out sooner or later."