Keep Your Enemies Closer

Let it sink in

He just wouldn't fall asleep today. I noticed how whenever his eyes started falling, he'd distract himself with something. Right now he made me count the amount of times he was swinging his hips in that hula hoop. I mean, seriously? I stopped counting after three and made sure to tell him a random number in case he asked.

"So-" He was panting as he came to stand at the edge of the bed, where I was sitting and picking at my nails.
"-How many?" He asked.

"296." I said and he made an impressed face. It was annoying me how oblivious he seemed by the fact that I was mad at him. I mean sure I'm always mad at him, but today he went a little over the top when he ordered me to wash his dishes. Yes, I am supposed to be his slave, but I don't even wash the dishes at home, because I can't touch soggy left overs. It's like I have a phobia or something.

"Can I go home now?" I asked, which made him groan.
"How often do I have to tell you? I decide when I drive you home." He growled and I rolled my eyes.

"I did everything you wanted me to do! There's nothing more I can help you with." I threw my hands in the air. Chandler threw the hula hoop to the ground and pointed at it.
"Pick it up." He ordered and I scoffed, before standing up.

I picked it up and held it out for him. He threw it further away and ordered me to pick it up again.
"I'm a dog now?" I scoffed, before crossing my arms over my chest.

"If I want you to be." He shrugged and I opened my mouth.
"You're so- so-ugh." I say and turned to get the hula hoop, but he took a grip of my arm and pulled me towards him.

"Do you hate being my slave?" I scoffed at his question.
"No, it's amazing." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, so if I were to give you another job, you wouldn't take it, then." He shrugged as he let me go. I frowned. Another job?

"What kind of job?" I asked interested. Nothing could be worse than being his slave, right?
"Well, you see-" He tugged his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looked a little flushed.
"What?" I panicked. It couldn't be that bad.

"Just- I mean you hate me, right? So there would be no hard feelings at all." He continued and I was even more confused now.
"Hard feelings? Chandler, what are you saying?" I was growing impatient.

"Well, remember how we met?" He asked and I nodded.
"In the mall." I said, but he shook his head.
"No, the party." He gave me a look. Oh, right.

"Right. So what?" I asked.
"You kissed me. And well- how do I say that?" I hear him ask himself.
"Just spit it out." I had no idea where this was going.

"Be my kissing buddy." He said and my eyes widened before I detached myself from him and took a few steps back.
"I'm sorry, I understood kissing buddy?" I asked, hoping I only misunderstood him.

"What's the big deal? You wouldn't have to give me those massages and come to my place everyday. We could do it at your house and-"
"Chandler what in the world are you talking about? Kissing buddies? What would make you think I'd agree to this?" I asked in disbelieve.

"Well it's either that or being my slave." He shrugged and stepped forward.
"Chandler-"
"Just think about it for a second. Let it sink in. I know I'm not the nicest guy out there, but there will be no feelings involved and we will just kiss, nothing more. No talking, just kissing for a few minutes." He tried to convince me. Why me?

"Why the heck would you want that?" I asked after thinking about it. Fact was, I'm not mad about that proposal. It would be better than now, for sure.
"I have my reasons." He shrugged and I watched him as he watched me.

"At the party, you touched my butt." I said and he nodded with a smirk.
"There will be no such thing as butt touching if we're really doing this." I warned him and his smirk widened, before he strode closer to me.

"I can live with that." He said as soon as he stood in front of me. I narrowed my eyes at him, before sighing.
"And you won't yell at me! Even if I do something wrong." I said and he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Can we just kiss already?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, but blushed when I felt his hands on my waist. I awkwardly placed my hands around his neck and gulped.
"Relax, I'm not going to eat you." He chuckled and leaned down.

His nose was teasing mine and I closed my eyes. When his warm lips finally touched mine, he didn't move for a second and his grip on my waist tightened. I was confused as to why he didn't do anything, but I let him take his time.

After a few more seconds, his lips started moving and I found mine responding quicker than I would've liked it. We started off slow and then the pace became more heated and kind of desperate from both sides. I couldn't complain though.

He slowed down again and we broke the kiss, because we needed to breath. When I looked up at his flushed face, I saw him already looking at me.
"How was it?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Alright." I said, but it was actually really good.
"Just alright?" He smirked and pulled me on his chest again. I shrugged again when he placed one of his hands on my cheek.

"Let me see how alright this one is, huh? Don't move unless you can't hold it back anymore." He said and I scoffed.
"As if." He smirked at my answer and leaned down again.

"Just don't faint, eh?" He said cockily and I rolled my eyes. And then he placed his lips on mine.