"I can only drive so fast in a school zone babe", Abel says irritably.
"Well I told you not to fucking take this route," you growl back, "I'm gonna be late A!" He smiles to himself and steps the slightest bit harder on the gas.
You roll down your window and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. The sun shines directly on you, and a warm breeze blows against your face. You close your eyes, finally feeling a bit relaxed. You hear your window start rolling up and turn slowly to Abel. He faces directly forward, but you could see the smile he was trying hard to hide, his hand on the switch that controls your window from the drivers side. You glare at him until he dares to look back at you, a snort escaping through his nose.
"I. Am going. To be late."
"I know"
"You need to drive faster, Abel"
"I know"
"So why are you going so slow!?"
He smiles to himself again without answering your question. You roll your eyes, not bothering to try and open your window again.
"If I miss this flight, I swear I will beat your ass." He chuckles as you finally exit the school zone and starts driving faster.
"I just want to spend as much time with you as I can before you leave me", he frowns, taking your hand.
"I'll only be in Vegas for a few days. You'll live."
He squeezes your hand and puckers his lips, then frowns again.
You roll your eyes, he acts so pouty sometimes. "I hate when you leave me", he whines.
"Stop being a little bitch", you say angry now. He's making it so much harder for you not to miss him. You let go of his hand and look back out the window. Missing him is the worst.
"Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing?"
"Turning"
"I noticed. Why?"
He doesn't respond.
"Abel, the airport is that way", you say pointing in the oposite direction.
"I know"
"So..."
"So, I'm taking a shortcut"
Okay now you're fucking mad. You whip around to face him hoping he sees that you're not in the mood to mess around.
"By going in the oposite fucking direction!?!", you yell, "Abel I don't want to fucking miss this flight, stop messing around and go fucking back, this isn't fucking funny and you're not being cute, now stop before I get FUCKING ANGRY." He smiles.
"You already sound pretty angry to me", he laughs.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why?"
He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it and doesn't say anything. You sit back angrily.
"What day is it?" He asks casually.
"What?"
"What. Day. Is it?"
"Friday, obviously, the day I'm supposed to be catching a flight to Vegas on RIGHT. NOW."
He smiles. "Check your phone."
"Why? For what?"
"C-H-E-C-K. Check. Your. Phone."
You groan and fish your phone out of your bag. You turn on the screen and stare at it blankly.
"Cool", you say looking at him expecting an explanation. "What's the point in this?"
He rolls his eyes and let's out a sigh. "What day is it?"
You look back down at your phone. It says Friday.
"Abel, just tell me what the fuck you want from me. It says Friday."
He smiles to himself again, which is starting to go from cute to triggering, and continues driving.
He drives for another ten minutes then drives into some random gas station you've never seen before. But he just filled the tank before you left... He parks the car and unlocks the door, motioning you to follow him. You cross your arms and look the other way, out your window. You hear him laugh and he crosses to your side, opens your door and pulls you out.
"Ow! I don't want snacks Abel! I have to fucking go!!"
He ignores your yelling and pulls you into the gas station, waving a hand at the guy at the register who was barely paying attention. You could hear him watching 'Doctor Who' on his laptop. Abel drags you down a hall at the back to the washroom, checks the guy at the register, and pushes you in.
He locks the door behind him and looks back at you playfully.
"Abel I'm not fucking you in here", you say, crossing your arms.
He smirks and starts slowly walking towards you. You step backwards and end up bumping into the wall behind you. Abel reaches you, pressing his body hard against yours, pinning you to the wall, and holds your arms up over your head. You try to get away but he presses harder against you. He leans in towards your neck and whispers, "You know you want me.
He slowly begins to take your shirt off, and leaves kisses along your collar bone. You sigh and wrap your arms around him. He smiles and continues to unbutton your pants. You pull his shirt off and press your lips to his and the two of you continue to make out while he drop his pants to the ground after yours. You put your hands in his hair and in one swift movement he removes your bra and you're both left standing there completely naked.
He starts to kiss down your neck yo your chest and as he passes your ear he whispers "Cover your mouth baby girl, this could get a bit loud."
You put your hands over your mouth just as he begins to massage his tongue on your clit. You close your eyes and press your hands harder over your mouth and try to hold back your moaning. You bring one of your hands down and grab a handful of his hair as his tongue moves back and forth along you slowly, making you whimper. He strokes your clit deeply with his tongue a few more times before moving back upwards leaving kisses all the way up to your jaw.
"I have to tell you something", he whispers.
"What is i-" your repose gets cut off as he unexpectedly shoves himself into you and starts thrusting wildly. You start to moan and he covers your mouth. He lifts one of your legs to get a better angle and thrusts deeper.
"Say my name", he moans. You arch your back in pleasure and whisper his name softly under your breath. He lets out another moan and you both cum at the same time. He pulls out slowly and stands against you catching his breath. "Your flight isn't today." He says finally.
You push him off of you and look him in the eye. "What?"
He smiles, "I changed the date on your phone a few days ago. I wanted to see how pissed you'd get if I kept wasting your time", he says while putting his clothes back on.
"I. Am going. To fucking. Kill. You."
He smiles again, "You have to catch me first", he says slipping on his shoes and running out the door. You start towards the door then realise you're completely naked.
"He's dead", you say to yourself.
