Viridescent Flares

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"Cliff-diving exhausted me," I exclaimed after a groan as I stretched, frowning when I couldn't lay on the bed because of my still-wet body.

"Babe, go take a shower now. The girls will be here after they wash up for the livestream," Lauren told me, gathering a mix of our clothes—which are mainly mine—that were everywhere in our room and shoving it in my suitcase. "Ugh, I wonder if you're a guy sometimes. You're so messy."

"That's stereotypical but maybe I am at heart," I retorted, taking my tee off and throwing it straight to her face when she stood up. "You know where to put it."

"Y/n!" She scolded, catching the shirt before it falls down on the floor.

"Thanks, babe. I love you," I said with a smirk, winking before retrieving my towel. I slid my shorts down, eyeing my girlfriend who was holding my slightly soaked shirt whilst collecting my other dirty clothes. I waited for her to turn to me and I sent my short flying towards her which she caught this time.

She glared at me first but I was already behind the bathroom door and I shut it closed with a grin, not before saying, "Thank you!"

I didn't lock the door and I was glad that she didn't plan on paying back from what I did, letting me stand in peace under the warm water coming from the shower.

At least that's what I thought.

15 minutes later, I suddenly felt a harsh bite on my shoulder and I screamed in pain, turning around to see an impressed look on Lauren's face. And I am not quite impressed even though I love her biting me. I was caught off guard! I would've thought it was a fucking murderer and could've had a heart attack at the exact fucking moment!

"You scared me!" I rubbed my shoulder as I furrowed my brows at her.

"That's your punishment for treating me like a slave earlier," she responded, and my cheeks heated upon noticing that I wasn't the only one naked at this point.

My anger vanished instantly and stepped forward to her, trapping her as I planted both of my hands on either side of her head. I gazed at her like a predator and she leaned back on the cold tile of the bathroom, eyes never leaving mine as she tried to hold the same intensity.

"You are my slave," I husked, the water only hitting my ankles from the distance we had from the shower.

"I am no one's property," she said, and I leaned in closer, teasing her with the mere distance of our lips.

"Is that a challenge?" I questioned, smirking when her eyes couldn't take it anymore and it landed on my lips. "Because," I started, moving my head closer so I was speaking against the soft skin of her own lips, "I could prove you wrong right now that I don't have a cemented arm anymore."

Her breath seemed to hitch at the back of her throat because of that, making her gulp heavily as her eyes left my mouth, lifting it to meet my eyes that was burning with desire.