Good Vibrations

Hardin

"Hardin!" Tess calls from inside the bathroom, having just heard the shower shut off.

"Yes?" I ask, still sulking that she didn't allow me into the shower with her.

"Can you bring me a change of clothes, please?" her voice is so sweet, and just hearing it melts my sour mood.

"Yes, dear!" I call back, smiling to myself at the corny phrase. I hear Tessa's giggle through the door before I go to the dresser in her room to retrieve her clothes. I pull my worn black t-shirt from the floor hoping she'll agree to wear it and a pair of those tight yoga pants that drive me crazy. I open her underwear drawer, excited to pick out which bra and panties she'll wear. I rummage through, knowing she'll have a fit when she sees her things in disarray, in attempt to find the red lace set that I love so much. But when I get to the bottom of the drawer, my jaw drops at what I find.

Tessa

"Theresa Lynn Young!" Hardin's voice booms from my room, startling me as I brush through my wet hair. He sounds angry. What could he possibly be angry about now? Rolling my eyes and steeling myself for battle, I leave the bathroom in just my towel and head into my room. When I turn the corner, I see Hardin standing in front of the dresser with my underwear drawer open, and the bright pink vibrator that Kim got me in his hand. "What the fuck is this?" He still sounds angry, but perhaps a bit amused? I can tell he's battling his feelings, trying to reign in his temper.

"Oh my god!" I shriek, literally shriek, before rushing over and yanking it out of his hands, tossing it to the bed. As if this situation couldn't get any worse, after it hits the mattress it starts vibrating, filling the room with a low humming buzz. Could this be any more mortifying? I quickly run over to pick it up, but Hardin beats me to it, clicking it off and holding it in front of me. I sit on the bed and cover my face in embarrassment, I can feel myself blushing down my chest. "It was just a gag gift, Hardin!" I defend myself, but the fact that it's a joke doesn't make it any less humiliating. "Kim gave it to me as a joke after a night of drinking," I'm rambling, trying to explain myself, "She knew we were... whatever we are," I gesture between us, indicating the confusing distance relationship/non-relationship between us, "and she was saying that I should get a, you know," I point to the offending object in his hand. "I was a little tipsy and I laughed and agreed, but I had no idea she was actually going to go out and get me one. The next day there was a gift on my bed, and it was... that." I can't even say the word, I feel so awkward. "I was going to throw it away as soon as I opened it, I swear, but I didn't want to hurt Kim's feelings so I just shoved it in the back of my drawer and forgot about it," I finish my exhausting rant and return my face back to my hands. I hear a thump next to me, indicating that Hardin dropped the pink monstrosity back onto the bed, thankfully staying silent this time. I'm surprised when he grabs my hands from my face, gently pulling them away and bringing me up to stand in front of him. When I look up to gauge his reaction, his eyes are softened, and his expression is amused.

"It's okay, relax, baby," his hands stay intertwined with mine in front of us, his thumb rubbing small circles onto my skin. "I believe you." I let out a sigh of relief. "So, you've never used it?" he asks, cocking his head to the side and flashing his dimples.

"No! Of course not," I answer automatically.

"Have you thought about using it?" his voice is low, and I can't help the tremor that passes through my body when I hear the rasp of it. I've lost my voice, only answering his question with a firm shake of my head. His lids lower in seduction, "so I'm still the only one who's ever been inside of you?" His voice is nearly a whisper now. I gulp before nodding my head slowly, not trusting my voice not to falter. He knows how much his dirty mouth turns me on, I know I'm not fooling anyone. I turn to mush as soon as he gives me that look. "Say it," he whispers, leaning in until I can feel his minty breath against my lips, just a mere inch away.