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The sparkle is your reflection pt 3

Warning: This is smut.
Another warning: I'm bad at writing smut.

I promised you a smut and you're gonna get one. *Threat*

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I sit staring out the car window, my blush calmed slightly, unlike my nerves. I turn to look at Fisher with a smile.

"H-hey, what's up?" He asks softly noticing me watching him, quickly turning to look at me before turning back to the road.

I shrug. "Nothing. Just... I don't know." I say.

"This is okay, right? I can just take you to your place. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or rush."

My cheeks heat back up, I turn away and look down at my lap. "No, no. This is fine, great even! Not how I saw my day ending but I like where it's going."

He chuckles and hums. "Good. Wouldn't want to ruin both our personal and working relationships after the first day. Although the pain of working together despite a scorned relationship is quite a stimulating thought. The sting is an intriguing feeling. I can speak from experience." He says rambling before looking over at me while at a red light. He smirks. "However, teasing you is much more enjoyable. Being able to fluster you while at work is gonna be one of my favourite things to do."

I duck my head lower as a smile spreads unconsciously across my face. Some of my hair falls over my face causing a curtain. "You better not." I say quietly.

He chuckles some more. "Oh well now I'll have to. You know..." He starts to drive off again before reaching his hand over to grab mine. His dark-painted nails, and fingers adorned with rings come into my view. He squeezes lightly before he maneuvers our hands around, wriggling his fingers between mine. "You are just... Mmm, so easy to tease. I know it's meant to be shy and adorable but I can't help it... It's mysterious, it's magnetic, as if you're teasing back, just begging me to pull out some deeper... Lustful side to you." He drags the L out. He squeezes my hand again before pulling it up to his lips and placing a small kiss.

I look up at him and smile. I chuckle and shake my head at him. He then licks the back of my hand. I jump and stare at him in confusion, laughing slightly. "Wha?" I breathe out.

He laughs and lets go of my hand. He returns his hand to the steering wheel. He turns into a smaller road and looks over at me for a moment when I don't respond. "What?" He jokes.

"That was gross." I say turning back to look back out of the window.

"You do realise it's the same tongue that was in your mouth earlier." He laughs.

I blush. "I, uh... Yeah, but you don't know where my hands have been." I rebutt.

"I have a pretty good guess, plus you never touched any of the flesh." He points out.

"Ok? So, you licked me?! It's weird."

"And you've never licked someone? What? Would you rather I bite you? Because I was already planning to do that later on. I mean I was planning on licking you some other places too but if that's out of the question..." He teases.

(And this is the moment I remembered he lives with his mother... Let's just ignore that...)

I blush and almost choke on my spit. "Uh..." My brain lags for a moment. "No, it was just... Random? Strange? ... Unexpected! Yeah." I peek over at him to see him smirking.

"Well, now you're just giving me conflicting information." He says finally turning down a dark driveway. He parks and leans over to me, breathing softly in my ear. "So which is it? Is it weird or would you like it if I licked you?" He purrs.