The Bedroom - Archie Hicox

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You were laid on the bed, one leg folded, the other stretched out, your back propped up by a multitude of pillows, a cigarette in your left hand; you and Archie had agreed that smoking in bed wasn't allowed for either of you, yet, you needed the nicotine. Taking a drag, you didn't bother moving when you saw him leaning against the bed's wooden frame, a displeased frown etched on his features.

"I thought we agreed," Archie growled. "Smoking in bed isn't a... Thing."

"I needed a cigarette," you shrugged, words full of smoke. "Besides, it's one time."

"Darling," he said sternly. "Off the bed." Archie then motioned over to the chair and ashtray in the corner of the room.

"I don't wanna move," you whined, staring him down playfully as you took another drag. "Why don't you just punish me for it in a bit?"

"Now, that," he grinned, so devilishly you thought that perhaps the gentlemanly exterior was about to completed drop. "Sounds good to me."

"Then we're agreed?" You grinned back, taking a final drag and expertly flicking the stub into the ashtray you kept beside the bed.

"We're agreed," Archie nodded, walking around the bed. "But next time, it'll be more than a punishment, darling."

"I can't wait for it."

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