Good For You

You rolled your eyes in annoyance as the knob on the bathroom door rattled. Again. For the fifth time. In 10 minutes. "Y/N!" you heard your boyfriend's exasperated voice yelling through the wood. You jumped a little as his hand connected with the door, three sharp slaps. Choosing to ignore it, you swiped some crimson lip stain onto your pout, popping your mouth in the mirror to make sure the look is complete.

You shimmied into your black, skintight dress and took a brief moment to adjust the off-the-shoulder look. You stepped into your red-bottomed Louboutins, clasping the strap around both your ankles. As you returned to a standing position, you walked back to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and readjusted your lazy updo.

When Joe slapped his hand against the door again, you reached back to silently unlock it. You knew it'd be a few minutes before he tried opening it again; you'd been together for two years and you knew his little quirks and how he worked. Besides, you wanted it to be a moment between the two of you when he finally got in there with you.

You were done getting ready but you liked playing with Joe like this; the tension between the two of you that built throughout the evening when you were running late for an event made for some of the steamiest interactions you'd ever had.

You decided to lean against the sink and wait for your hotheaded boyfriend to figure out that you'd unlocked the door, smirking to yourself. He knew what you were doing, but he usually played his part well because he knew the end of the night would bring the big payout that you both were craving.

You drummed your manicured nails on the marble top sink and sighed, waiting for the moment he would burst the door open, that familiar irritated look adorning his face. In your haste to unlock the door and get it started already, you'd forgotten to put on the necklace Joe had gotten you for your birthday the previous weekend.

You reached into your toiletry bag and pulled out the matte black box containing the piece and set it on the back of the toilet tank. You popped the box open and picked up the heavy rope of Marquise diamonds, carefully wrapping it around your neck and clasped it closed. You rested your fingertips on the diamonds for a fleeting moment, admiring how they looked around your neck.

Just then, your red headed boyfriend jiggled the doorknob again, this time successfully opening it. He didn't see you at first, as you were behind the door, and he ran an impatient hand through his red locks, tugging slightly. "What is taking you so long, babe?" he asked, annoyance dripping from his every word.

"I just want to look good for you," you purred, and his head snapped in your direction. He raked his eyes up and down your body, taking in every inch of you, appreciating every curve. The reaction he gave you forced you to sit on lip of the bathtub, holding yourself, laughing so hard you might ruin your makeup, but you didn't care. He looked like one of those old cartoons with his brown eyes bugging out of his head and his jaw so slack it was practically on the floor.

Joe closed his mouth after taking a moment to collect himself and slowly made his way over to you. You looked up at him through your thick lashes, pursing your lips invitingly.
His fingers toyed with the diamond necklace around your neck and he felt a warmth spread into his lower extremities; the necklace looked very much like a collar, and he liked seeing it on you, marking you as his.

A similar warmth was spreading deep down inside you as well and you pressed your knees together to try to relieve some of the tension. Standing, you pecked Joe on his plump lips, lingering a little longer than you normally would, and said, "We should be going, shouldn't we?"