Löded summer

S.H.O.

Heat pooled in her face and ears. Rodrick's grip tightened. "Exactly." He smirked and lowered his head to her neck. "You smell good; so warm."

Y/N sucked in a breath, and her eyes squeezed shut. Her thighs went limp for a moment, but she came back to her senses in no time.

"Look at me," Rodrick whispered. He transferred all the pressure of holding her wrists to his opposite hand, so now only one kept her in place. His other hand snaked around her jaw. "Open up."

Y/N's eyes defiantly unfurled. She tongued the inside of her cheek. "Looking. Happy?" All she could think about was freeing herself.

"Don't take that tone with me," he warned, then booped her nose. *Snap* Rodrick reeled his hand back as she nipped at him. "Besides, you get what you give, right?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "And this is my punishment?"

"Punishment?" He trailed his hand along the outside of her thigh and up toward her stomach. "Is this what you think this is?"

She thought about it. "Hmm, stuck in a room with Rodrick Heffley. Yeah, it's cruel and unusual."

His jaw dropped momentarily, but he quickly returned it to its previous position and jutted his bottom lip out, feigning sadness. "Well, call me sadistic then." Rodrick's hand snaked to the inside of her thigh as if testing the waters.

Y/N watched tentatively, but he stopped just below her crotch. "Pussy," Y/N murmured. Rodrick raised an eyebrow, his hand falling to her side and onto the bed.

He scoffed. "Huh? Speak up." Silence followed; nothing passed between the two before he checked her. "Right."

She screwed up a face of distain, "If you wanted to you would, but clearly you don't have the guts."

"Guts?" Rodrick bit his lip. "You're right, I don't want to. But I do enjoy watching you squirm."

Y/N felt much more at ease, "So what? You're just gonna lay over me?"

"Mmm, no." His head lowered into the nook of her neck. "I'm gonna figure you out as well." He swept his lips against her collarbone.

"Funny," she said, taking a deep breath in an attempt to slow her racing heart. "What is there to figure? I don't like you."

"Really?" His teeth gently sank into her neck, and he licked the spot he had just grazed. "Because I think you do."

"What are you talking about?" Y/N huffed. Rodrick craned his neck back to look at her, unfazed.

"Well, I haven't been holding you for a while now," he said, his eyes trailing from her hands to her lips.