ONE SHOTS

Welcome back.

!!! SPANKING!!!

The hot water runs down my body, and I release a deep sigh.
It's been an exhausting week, and I can't wait to do nothing the whole weekend.
He has been gone for almost ten days now, and he won't be back before Sunday evening. God, I miss him.

I turn the water off, grab the soft red towel, wrap it around my body, and walk over to the sink.I reach for the smaller towel and start to squeeze my hair dry. 
"Work in a library," she said. "You love books, you're an introvert, no one will drain Your energy there," she said. I say to my reflection in the mirror quoting April. 
I hear footsteps and freeze.

Who the hell is that?

"Cleo?"
I walk over to the bedroom and almost bump into him.
"You scared me. What are you doing here?" His brows furrow, and he looks down at me.
"How did I scare you? You know that I have a key, and if you wouldn't sing in the shower, you would have heard me calling you ten minutes ago."
I roll my eyes and walk past him.
"Kody asked me to check on you. You didn't pick up your phone he called five times. Usually, you text or call back."
"I was in the shower."
"I told him, once I got here."

I nod and walk over to the dressing room. 

God, this mirror...

I want to grab my sweater and shorts, but I notice that Kody's white shirt is hanging on the closet knob. I take it, and without giving it a second thought, I smell it. I smile at his scent, at the memory of us undressing here the day before he had to leave. The way I unbuttoned his shirt as he made me sit on the white dresser. The way I wrapped my legs around his waist. The way-"You're alive, I'm leaving now."
I flinch. "Yeah, thank you."

I take the towel off and put his shirt on, and walk over to the living room while buttoning it up. I turn the big lights off and turn the spotlights on in the kitchen and the two lamps next to the couch. The room is now covered in a soft orange lighting, and I feel more comfortable.
I call him as I walk over to the fridge and take the bottle of wine we opened before he left.
"How was the concert ?" He asks, and I can hear him smiling.
"Incredibile. The audience was insane." I reply and fill my glass.
"Glad to hear that. How was work?"
I take a long sip before I answer.
"Exhausting. A teacher decided to throw a retirement party in the library, and not only adults were invited. Kids were too. And now guess who had to say 'Please, don't touch the books with your greasy fingers.' 'Please, don't run with your beverages.' And guess who's parents didn't give a shit about this? "

I take another sip.

"Sounds really exhausting." 
"Anyway, how is the business going? Did you build any new buildings?" I mock him and sit on the couch and rest my legs on the table and cross them at the ankles.
"That's not why I do, and you know that!" He points out, and I mouth his words while I wiggle my head. It's not the first time we play this.
"Yeah, yeah. I know it's just that I haven't mocked you in a while about that."
"You mean you haven't been a brat in a while."
I lick my teeth and empty the glass before I place it next to the purple candle on the small white metal table next to the couch.
"Oh, does sitting on the couch, with nothing on except your white shirt and sipping wine while I touch myself without your permission count as bratty behavior?" I breathe into the phone. I can see him clenching his jaw so vividly.