He sits there, smirking at me... Shirtless.
"Are you just gonna sit there or are we going to do this...?" He murmurs darkly.
I purse my lips.
"You can't rush things like these!" I giggle meekly, scribbling down a small poem i'd thought up moments ago to be sure not to forget it. I then throw down my notebook and dive at him, in his king-sized bed.
"That's right... They always come running.." He chuckles, that damned smirk still plastered on his face.
"Oh hush, You know i've been dying to do this for a while.." I slap his arm with the back of my hand.
He makes a pained expression as if I'd hit him hard, but wraps his arms around my slim frame nonetheless. I scoff, scrunching up my nose then pressing my lips to his, to which he retaliates, biting down on my bottom lip. I groan, supporting my weight on my hands, which are strategically placed on either side of his body, my thumbs barely brushing his hips.
Before I know it, he's bucked his legs up into my stomach, only enough to knock the wind out of me, and shoves me back to pin me on the bed. I wince slightly, but slip out from underneath him before he can grab hold to keep me down.
"Nope!" I giggle, diving onto his bare back and sitting on him like a horse, squeezing my toned thighs around his hips then reaching back to swat his behind.
"Hey! That's against the ruuuuules!"
"There are no rules, silly goose." I giggle, climbing off him and crawling to the opposite edge of the bed.
He stands and walks towards me, towering overhead. I smirk and sweep my feet out, knocking his legs out from beneath him and sending him down, I take my opportunity and drive, sitting on his pelvis suggestively and grabbing his wrists to hold over his head. He looks up at me in shock, and I press my lips to his with a smirk.
"Well then, it seems asthough you're going to be a tougher opponent than I predicted..." He mumbles.
"Damn straight... Never underestimate me.."
