Head Over Leather #Wattys2017

IV. Two can play that game

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Groaning softly, I push myself off my bed and snatch my phone off the nightstand, checking the time . 01:05. Scrunching my face up in irritation, I drag my eyes towards the window, jumping slightly at the sudden noise as a small pebble hits it.

As I unlock the window, I can already see Ethan standing below, waving at me once I poke my head out. "Are you fucking kidding me? It's 1 in the morning!" I whisper-yell, watching as he puts his hands up in surrender and begins to climb the flower lattice on the side of my house.

As he climbs up, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and curse. My velvet shorts barely covered my lower half and the tank top I had thrown on showed how much shrinkage it suffered from with all the washing. Smoothing out my hair, I cross my arms and awkwardly lean against my dresser, hoping the dark will hide my revealing pajamas.

Ethan reaches the edge of my window, before throwing a jean clad leg over and pulling himself in. He dusts himself off and glances around my room, before his eyes settle on me. I self consciously tighten my crossed arms and glare at him. "Why are you here?"

He smirks slightly, eyes trailing down my figure in the dark and moves towards me. I lean back into my dresser, the wood digging into my skin, but I don't dare make any sudden movement. Ethan stops dangerously close to me, hand reaching out and trailing down my side to rest on my hip. His large hand is lazily spread out on my hip but he wastes no time in moving it down further, fingertips grazing along my thigh.

"What're you wearing tomorrow?" He whispers softly, tilting his head in curiosity, as if it's the most normal thing to ask when his hand is touching me like that. I decide to play along and not succumb to his seductive efforts.

"Mini skirt, crop top, leather jacket. Red lipstick." I make sure to lick my lips excruciatingly slow for extra measure when I mention the lipstick. Ethan lets out a low chuckle and nods, hand trailing back up and hooking my fallen tank top strap back onto my shoulder. I don't miss the way his eyes flit to my chest for a moment either.

"Sounds hot. Maybe we can get a head start on our little game and I could fuck you right against this dresser." A small gasp escapes my lips at his words and as if on instinct, he hoists me up on the dresser, spreading my legs for him to come in between. Two can play that game. I smile up at him innocently, twirling a strand of my hair, as he raises an eyebrow. I lazily move my hands along his shoulders that are covered by his signature leather jacket. He edges himself further between my legs and grips my thighs, pulling me towards him so much that the dresser creaks in response to the movement.

A smug look spreads across his face and I scoff, before leaning closer to him, hand trailing down his chest, fingers feeling the hardness of his body.  Ethan smirks again, dipping his head into the crook of my neck, nipping slightly at the exposed skin. A soft moan escapes my lips, but I don't give him the satisfaction of how much I'm actually enjoying it.

"Looks like you're already losing, Sawyer. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be announcing our little game during lunch." He whispers huskily in my ear, before pulling back and climbing through the window again. He glances back once more before he disappears in the night and I can see how smug and confident he is about our game. He blows me a kiss and climbs down.

What the hell just happened?

***

The next morning, I thought like Eva Grey. I emphasized the green of my eyes with a little extra mascara and eyeliner on my waterline, topping off the look with striking red lipstick. I loosely curled my hair and pulled on a tight, green plaid skirt with a zip right down the middle, along with a grey long sleeve crop top. I pulled on thigh highs for extra measure, topping it off with the leather jacket. If this didn't scream Eva Grey, I don't know what will. Content with my outfit and makeup, I grab my bag, stuffing the needed books inside, before heading to school. Thank god my mom wasn't home to see what I was wearing. She'd have a breakdown.