S t i n g [2DOC]

~10~

"Don't stop."

{.⋅ ♫ ⋅.}

Murdoc's POV:

I caught a glimpse of the blue-haired nuisance shuffling out of the bathroom.

I coughed loudly to make my presence known.

2D instinctively looked in the direction of the noise, causing our eyes to lock for a second before he scowled and turned away.

It was only a moment, but I felt a sense of relief that I finally got to see his face again. Although we lived together, I think we've established that Dents is good at avoiding people (well, avoiding me in particular).

It felt like every small argument we have instantly leads to the silent treatment and it's driving me crazy! Of course, the make-up sex is the one thing that makes our arguments worthwhile- aside from that, we argue about pretty pointless things and it gets us nowhere.

He attempted to walk past me silently with his head held low, but I was sick of this silent treatment.

"Talk to me dammit." I snapped, blocking his exit.

He tried to push past me, but it was futile in the end as his shoves were weak and defeated.

"I don't want to talk." He mumbled quietly, but I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Why are you avoiding me?" I questioned, gaining a small sigh from him before he answered.

"Have you forgotten all about our argument, or was it that unimportant to you?" He replied scornfully, but I returned his strong gaze with a bold look of my own.

"Yeah, you're right. It is unimportant to me." I replied and he froze in his tracks.

"Are you serious?" He asked, seeming even more hurt than he was at the time of the argument.

"Yeah. It's unimportant to me because I don't care about stupid arguments. I said some stuff I didn't mean and that's why I don't care about it. Because it's just a stupid argument. I care about us- not about all that petty stuff that gets in the way." I responded.

He raised a brow at my statement, "You don't care about 'all that petty stuff?' Last time I checked, you were complaining about who gets to be on top in the bedroom- that's what started all of this in the first place! And if you ask me, that's as 'petty' as it gets." He retorted. I scoffed at his remark, even though it was painfully true.

For the sweet love of Satan, we sound like a married couple!

"Well of course I care about what happens in the bedroom. That's my domain and I wanted to be the ruler of it, but now you've took that away from me. If only you'd let me, I could make you feel good." I responded, throwing that last part in for good measure.

He stayed quiet for a moment.

I saw a smirk dancing on his lips, "Prove it." He requested.

"Wha-"

I didn't expect him to agree to it that easily.

"-Prove it." He repeated, "Prove that you'll make me feel good in the bedroom. Maybe that'll convince me to let you be on top from now on." He almost cooed. Apparently my apology was a lot more effective than I presumed it would be. Technically I didn't really apologise to him, but that's the closest to an apology that I was willing to give him. He didn't seem to mind though.

Maybe he had missed me after all. All of this avoiding must've made him lonely. I wasn't complaining though.

After almost choking at his words, I pinned him against the wall and began kissing him softly at first.