roommates ✧ shawmila

chapter 3: panties

camila

If you think about it, setting up a new habitat to live in is actually kind of fun.  As I pulled out a multitude of clothes from my unzipped suitcase, my mind worked on its own, conjuring up ideas and pictures from aesthetic Pinterest and Instagram accounts that every middle school girl wants to have. 

Maybe in college, living in an apartment so far away from the strict supervision of my parents and even the judgemental looks from acquaintances, this amateur interior decorating thing could be a lot of fun.

my face twisted in slight annoyance—taking a long awaited break from my thought process—as i pulled out a pair of old socks, probably wrapped around a motherly note. 

Yes, i admitted that Winx Club used to be a thing, but i didn't really appreciate the extra—or not so—effort.

"Great," i muttered to myself, glancing behind me and grabbing the pair before stuffing it beneath one of the cushions decorating the front of my bed's headboard.

The last thing i wanted was shawn to see them, and be plagued for eternity by mockery and teasing smirks.  i didn't properly know him yet, but that seemed like the type of roommate he was.

The one that looked like the guy everyone wanted, but talked like a bitch from the high school bully batch.  Dressed in nothing but an old Ramones t-shirt and gray pajamas, i looked like the absolute picture of a freshman, not yet received by the grinning crowds of the american equivalent of frat parties. 

In other words, a newbie with no date to the beginning-of-session bash.  Or whatever they called it.  my clothes lay in little, messy piles around me, and i felt like i were sitting cross-legged on a cloud from the feeling. 

Pairs of matching bras and panties—thanks to Victoria's Secret—and the more embarrassing ones too, twist together like pretzels, showing no care or organization in their way of arrangement.  i noticed a pair of my reliable, thick-skinned period pair, and almost cringe at myself. At least the door's locked.

"What's taking you so long, babygirl? I thought we were going to hang out together."  my eyes shut in defeat as the annoyingly pleased voice of my roommate made itself audible from my bedroom door—the one which i had apparently forgotten to lock.

From the inside, at least.  "My immense desire to not having to see your face for the rest of the day," i answered with narrowed eyes, not daring to look up at him and thanking all the gods that i knew for the fact that i were facing away from him.

"Go away, shawn." 

"That's not a nice way to welcome your helpful roommate, you know," he commented casually, the sound of his soft footfalls sounding on the floor as he walked closer to my position.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning out my kitchen garden, obviously," i answered dryly.
"I thought I told you to go away."  From behind me, he laughed, his soft voice sounding dangerously close to the pile of my underwear.

"Well, you certainly thought."  The sound of him coming closer made me stiffen, and i glanced at the dirty pile towards my left nervously.

"What do you want?"  There was a slight pause, in which i assumed that he knelt, due to the sound of his breathing being amplified in the otherwise silent room. 

"Hm." His breath traced a warm pattern against the exposed skin of your shoulder. "I think it is sufficiently clear what I want." 

my ears go warm, and cursed the size of my t-shirt. With the neck being so wide, i was almost completely sure that the side was hanging off my shoulder.  With my luck, he probably had a good view down the front of my shirt, too. 

"Well, you're definitely not getting it, then." i mustered up what was left of my dignity, now picking out my clothes more aggressively. 

"Bet." shawn chuckled, the warmth of his chin tickling my neck. "You want to bet?"  His biceps brushed the bare skin of my upper arms, making me shiver. The warmth of his chest pressing into my back was almost too much, and i could feel the hard, lean muscle of his chest and abdomen against my skin.

His lips tickled the base of my throat, and i swallowed back a whimper.  Lord have mercy. I shook him off, scowling down at my open suitcase, asking silently for the power to resist, and also that he wouldn't see my private, ah, collection.

"Right." 

Try me, bitch. 

That must have been amusing, because he laughed, and i imagined the way his head tipped back and his Adam's apple jumped with the force.  The next few seconds were blissful silence.

shawn didn't say a word, and i assumed that he had either given up, or was deriving peverted pleasure from watching my shirt dip lower down the side of my shoulder. With a jolt, i realised that i didn't really care.  Though, with my luck, i should have expected something worse.

"What's this?" Suddenly, he questioned in a mock-curious voice, his tone dipping deliciously into a lower octave.  i raised my eyebrows, but didn't look at him.

"It's called keeping it in your pants. You might have heard of it." 

"This looks more like keeping it in your shirt," he mused, and the teasing tone of his voice made me tense in suspicion.

"Didn't know you had it in you, kitten." 

my eyes widened, and i whipped around, only to find him holding up one of my brassieres.

"shawn, give it back!"  He only grinned at me, his eyes turning into cute crescents, completely averse to his actual intentions. 

i took a deep breath. "I said, give it back." 

He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back casually, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"I am impressed." 

"shawn!" i grabbed one of the paper bags from Starbucks, and lunged forward, hoping to get a hit, but he jumped out of the way, scrambling backwards with an amused laugh.

"I still don't understand, though." He shook his head as he got to his feet, smirking at me in delight. "Why do you need a bra, anyway..." 

i frowned, giving him a look.  He slowly grinned. "...when I have hands?" 

i uttered a guttural cry of rage, lunging at him with clawed fingers, but he simply sidestepped.

"Fuck you." i spat. 

"That's rich, coming from such a specimen." He winked.  Specimen. Bitch, specimen? 

"Shut up and give it back if you value your own damn privacy." 

"Well, I'd hardly care if you went snooping about my boxers in the middle of the night." He snorted, holding the piece of cloth out at arm's reach, holding me back with an arm around me middle—tantalizingly out of your reach.

"Trust me, if I did that, it would include more than just snooping." i strained against his vice-like grip, clenching your teeth and trying in vain to retain some of me dignity.

"shawn. Give it back."

"Nope." 

"Oh, you really are a whole bitch, aren't you?" i sighed, relaxing for a moment in his grasp, calming my expression and stealing my bicep. This might hurt.

"And I thought you were going to be a little more giving."

"Oh, I am giving," he said. "Just...maybe not in the way you expect."  Oh, yeah? i wondered whether what i was going to give him was going to be just as unexpected.

"The party's on Friday, right?"  It wasn't hard to act as if i were genuinely curious, because i was, a little bit. And not just about the probable free-for-all food, either. 

my sudden query must have caught him off guard, because his arm loosened by a fraction on my waist, but it was all i needed.

"Yeah, why—"  Not wasting another moment, i attacked.

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