Head Over Leather #Wattys2017

V. Teasing him

She said I don't wanna go out chasing
Kinda wanna go out dancing
Forget about the boys 'cause it doesn't feel-

"Maya! There's someone here to see you!" I hear my mom yell from downstairs and I scrunch my face in confusion, wondering who besides Jess would show up at my house. I turn off my music and close the cerulean blue nail polish bottle, before bounding down the stairs only to come face to face with Ethan..and my mom.

"Hi!" I squeak out, eyes wide, as I watch him hold up his hand that's holding his leather jacket in a sort of wave. "Mom, this is Ethan. A friend from school." I introduce the two and Ethan flashes my mom a charming grin, holding out his hand. My mom shakes it and offers him a warm smile in return.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sawyer." He says and I shut my eyes for a moment, hoping my mom disregards the title.

"Oh! Call me Elizabeth. You're welcome to stay for dinner if you'd like." My mom offers, before heading back into the kitchen to finish off the food. I awkwardly turn back to Ethan, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

"I've been in your room before y'know." Ethan smirks and I roll my eyes, before spinning around and running up the stairs. He follows and takes a seat on my bed, making himself comfortable. I push my door in slightly, before taking a seat in front of him.

"So why'd you come over?" I ask, gathering my nail supplies and placing them in the box. A smile ghosts his lips as he watches me and I feel some heat rushing to my cheeks.

"There's a party tonight and we're going." He states simply, without acknowledging the fact that he hadn't asked me at all. I raise my eyebrows and he tilts his head back at me.

"Ethan! You didn't even ask me. Why didn't you text me about it?"

"I just did."

Rolling my eyes, I push his shoulder, but he grabs my wrist just as I start to pull back. Ethan allows a smirk to form on his lips, before he pushes me down on the bed, positioning himself on top of me, with his arms on either side of my head. I stare, wide eyed, up at him, swallowing hard.

"Come on, baby. You don't wanna go out? I mean, we could just stay in..alllll night." Ethan whispers seductively, slowly licking his bottom lip. I laugh softly at his attempt to seduce and trail my hand down his arm, watching as he starts leaning down. As he closes his eyes, I push him off and flip myself onto him, my thighs on either side of his torso.

Ethan chuckles, his hands moving up my thighs and gripping them. "Jokes on you, cowgirl is my favorite position." He wiggles his eyebrows playfully and with a glare, I grind myself against him. He lets out a groan and I grin in victory. Thinking back to the night he climbed through my window, I decide this is the time to get him back. I trail my hand down from my neck, toying with the top of my tank top. Seeing his expression drop, I lean down, smirking and bury my mouth into the crook of his neck. I lick the exposed skin, beginning to unbutton his black dress shirt. My fingers move down his chest and make my way to his abdomen. Ethan's eyes have fluttered shut, breathing has quickening as my fingers move trace along his skin. Grinning, I lather kisses down his body, reaching for his belt buckle. He bucks his hips instinctively and groans, but instead of continuing, I climb off of him.

"What the hell?" Ethan sits up, disbelief evident in his gorgeous features. I take this moment to admire how his pink lips are parted and the shirt is wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Sorry, I have a party to get ready for." I smile innocently, shrugging. Ethan scoffs and shakes his head, before standing up, moving towards me. His hands reach out to pull me closer and I hit his torso hard. He smirks and leans down, lips so close, one move and we would kiss.

"I'll wait downstairs." He whispers, before letting me go and snatching up his jacket off my bed. He buttons back up his shirt and exits my room.

Breathing in, I tuck my hair behind my ears and wonder just how far either of us will go in this game.

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40 minutes later, I glance at myself in the mirror and nod in approval, before heading downstairs.

I threw on a simple long sleeve body con red dress and knee high heeled boots. I decided against any lipstick, because I wasn't sure how messy the night would get.

"Hey. Ready?" I ask Ethan who's sat at the counter, chatting away with my mom.

"Honey, are you not eating any dinner?" I bite my lip and shake my head apologetically, feeling bad that I hadn't told her earlier.

"You should eat, Sawyer. We've got time." Ethan pipes up, patting the seat beside him. I sigh and sit down, watching as my mom turns around to get the plates ready. I feel Ethan slide his hand up my bare thigh and lean into my side.

"You look beautiful." He whispers huskily, before pulling back and flashing my mom an innocent grin once she turns around.

I find myself blushing at the compliment, relishing in the fact that he didn't use 'hot' or anything degrading.

We eat mostly in silence, every so often a teasing comment being thrown by Ethan to me, but nothing too flirty that would make my mom catch on to our more than friendly relationship.

Once we're done, Ethan hugs my mom goodbye and I tell her I'll be home by midnight, before I head out to Ethan's car.

"Why didn't you tell me your parents were divorced? I felt really bad about the whole Mrs. thing after your mom told me." He says, once I've buckled up in the car. I turn to him and shrug, not exactly sure why I didn't mention it.

"It wasn't a messy divorce. I'm fine, I mean I have no issues that resulted from it. My dad literally comes over and uses his spare key. He'll sit on the couch, watching until one of us gets home and all my mom will ask is if he's staying for dinner. They're kind of friends, so there wasn't much to tell I guess. They just fell out of love." I explain, tucking my hair behind my ear as it falls in my face.

Ethan nods in understanding, before starting the car. A few minutes into the drive, I feel Ethan's fingers linking with mine and turn to see him with one hand on the wheel, the sunset shining through the window, highlighting his face. God, why is he so attractive?

Swallowing, I choose not to comment on his gesture and turn to face the window again. What was I getting myself into?

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The sexual tension between these two..wowwww
Hope you guys liked it! Who are you rooting for to win the game? What do you think will happen at the party? And most importantly, when will they kiss?!