his and hers | 18+

9 | getting to know her

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pierce

with a heavy head, and a weighed-on heart, i swerve out of the mall and over to in-n-out.

i drive with one hand, fidgeting with my other. running it through my hair, down my face, over my lap, i always find something to do with it because if i don't, it'll land on her thigh.

every now and then, i'll glance at her only to see she's staring out of the window, almost in a daze. i can hear her teeth clattering, as well as see her legs shaking. she's cold. it's no wonder, her jumper is warming her up but her shorts aren't covering anything.

i make sure i'm careful driving as i momentarily turn my body to face the backseat of my matte black maserati granturismo, searching for where i know i keep my spare clothes. when i find them, i dig into the pile until i feel the warmth of my favourite sweatpants.

i pull them out of the pile, and place it in her lap without a word. she gives me a look, picking up the sweatpants in question. "put 'em on, you're cold."

"oh," she sighs, placing her purse neatly in the centre-console and putting my sweatpants back to where i'd retrieved them from. "don't worry, i'm fine."

always resisting, this one. i was surprised she followed me to my car with zero complaints. she must be hungry.

without taking my eyes off of the road, i reach my hand into the back once again and pick up the sweatpants, chucking them back into her lap. "put them on."

she looks around the car, then back to me. "right here?"

"where else?"
"but.. you're right there."
i stop at a red light and face her. "i am."

she gnaws on her bottom lip, the same lip that's still healing from her fall, and she winces when she digs right back into the cut, re-opening her wound.

"you want me to—" a pause, "—get changed in-front of you?"

i cock a brow, wondering what her thought process is right now. "i was thinking you could pull them over your shorts, but if that's what you want to do i'm not opposed."

her cheeks heat in an instant, her gaze dropping to her purse, avoiding my eyes.

she mutters a soft 'okay', lifting her hips off of the seat and pressing her back against it so she can do as i say. the light turns green, and i smirk wth an idea.

i press my foot against the accelerator, hard. she yelps as she flies off of the seat, her hands landing on the dashboard to balance herself. she turns her head to look at me wide-eyes, her jaw agape.

she watches my lips tilt up into a grin, hers mimicking mine. we both burst out laughing at the same time as i take a left, pulling up to our destination. her laugh is breathy, and giggly, and fucking mesmerising. i need to hear that more often.

all her teeth are on display, her lips wide in a smile and her eyes crinkling on the edges, her dimple coming to life. my heart clenches, and unclenches. jesus, what is she doing to me?

we pull into the drive-through, our laughter dying down as she resumes her earlier position, and slips the sweatpants on. i stop the car, parked momentarily behind another car that's ordering some food.

my pants are massive on her, literally massive. i'm sure if we were walking right now, i'd have to carry her. fuck, we should've walked here.

"good?" she asks me, shoving her hands into the pockets. relief floods her face just as i slowly nod, looking up at her face. "perfect."

she clears her throat, unsure of what to say to that. i watch her squirm in her seat, avoiding my gaze once again. i bite down my smirk, and beep at the car in-front of me.