Played By Riggs

16

I woke up to kisses on my neck, and I never wanted to be woken up again if it wasn't to kisses on my neck.

"And the sleeping beauty wakes," James whispered.

With a groggy groan, I said, "she needs five more minutes."

"No. She needs to get her ass out of bed and get dressed because her Prince Charming let her sleep late enough, and the pair are due at his parent's at 10."

"Prince Charming would carry his Princess to the carriage so she could continue her slumber during the drive."

"Hm. But Prince Charming knew his Princess wouldn't want to meet his parents in a red bra and thong."

To that, I opened my eyes, and saw him sat on the side of the bed with a grin on his face.

"What if she didn't mind?" I asked.

"He wouldn't refuse her, but his parents might not invite her back ever again, and they both wouldn't want that."

I bit back my smile. "What if this Princess offered her Prince a quick re-match of last night, even if it meant making them a bit late?" I then kicked the covers off me completely, so that he had full view of my red bra and thong. After we came back inside last night and warmed up, I retrieved the red bra from the kitchen cupboard and, without him knowing changed in to it, with the thong to match. I then waltzed back into the living room, and was carried straight back into the bedroom.

James clenched his jaw. I figured since I mentioned last night, and flaunted the lingerie, he too was receiving flashbacks.

"Then maybe she doesn't deserve the title of a Princess, and should be re-titled as a villain."

I laughed softly. "Okay, enough third person, I'll get up."

However, as soon as I made the move to stand, I was pushed back down again and James was hovering over me. "But, hell, I love you in this bra."

"Mm," I smiled against his mouth. "Is this your way of accepting my invitation to a quick re-match?"

James choked on a growl. "No. This is just me torturing myself because I know I can't have you now or all weekend."

"All weekend?"

Still above me, he leaned down to give me another quick kiss. "It's a bungalow, Kels. A really old bungalow with old walls that you can probably hear someone sneeze through."

"And what relevance does that have? I'm not exactly loud."

"You're not exactly quiet, either."

I pinched his arm. "Definitely not louder than a sneeze. Do you really think we can keep our hands off each other all weekend?"

"We're gonna have to try," James said, giving me one last kiss before climbing off the bed. "Now, c'mon, get dressed. You packed your bag last night, didn't you?"

I reluctantly did the same. "Yeah, it's on the sofa." I began to unclasp my bra, but James only re-clasped it. "What are you doing?"

"Don't take it off."

"But I've worn it-"

"You only put it on last night. Late last night. You can wear it today."

"And by you knowing that I'm wearing this is going to help you keep your hands off me how?"

"Is that a yes?"

I met his eyes and couldn't help laugh. "Fine. I'll keep it on."

James then left to carry my bag out to Keith's car whilst I quickly dressed into some skinny jeans and a brown, knitted jumper. After brushing my teeth and hair, I grabbed my make-up bag and threw it into my normal bag because I was going to have to apply it in the car. And, although I was saving myself time by doing that, I still stalled in the mirror.