Technicality

Chapter 5

By the time you made it to the kitchen he had already begun searching your liquor cabinet for just the right drink.

"What are we having?" you asked.

"Do you have any Bourbon?"

You laughed. He was looking for a specific type you couldn't buy here. You always brought a few bottles back with you when you visited the abroad and saved it for special occasions. He never liked Bourbon before he met you - but he did like yours and was always looking for an excuse to crack open a bottle.

"What are we celebrating?" you asked.

He simply winked in response. You bit your lip to suppress your smile - you wanted to be angry at him for leaving you hanging, but since he was too cute for you to be angry, the next best thing you could do was not show him that all his charms still worked on you.

Retrieving the Bourbon was an opportunity to extract a little revenge, though. You stepped up to him and made sure you stood close enough so that your breasts brushed up against him as you stretched to reach for the bottle of vodka that was hiding what he was looking for. You heard him inhale as your hair swept pass his face.

"Hold this," you said as you handed him the vodka. You stepped in front of him then turned back to the cabinet to retrieve the bourbon. As you did, you were sure to press your ass back into his hips. You unnecessarily shuffled some other bottles out of the way to prolong the contact, shifting slightly against him as you did. "This what you were looking for?" you said coyly as you presented it to him.

"Definitely," he smirked. He knew what you were doing, but he was enjoying it. He decided to try his hand at your game. He reached across you, coming within an inch of you as he returned the vodka to its place. It worked. You felt the heat follow him over your skin. You closed the cabinet door and leaned against it.

"Can you get the glasses? I can't reach them," you feigned innocence. You could reach the glasses, but this way he'd have to stretch over you to get them - which he did - leaning so close that this time your whole body buzzed. You could hear a small sound develop from the back of his throat as he did.

After the seduction dance in the kitchen, you retreated to the living room and took a seat on the couch, leaving space for him to join you. He took a look at you while he considered it but chose instead to sit across from you in a winged chair. He leaned back into it comfortably and casually propped his feet up onto your coffee table. He looked back at you in amusement.

You, however, were not amused. "What are you doing?"

"Just keeping myself safe," he snickered.

"I'd like to remind you that you showed up at my door in the middle of the night." He laughed at your evident annoyance.

"I'm sitting here for two reasons. One... it's got the best view..." You rolled your eyes at how corny he was being, but were flattered, nonetheless. "...and two, after your little production in the kitchen, I don't know for how long I'll be able to keep my hands off of you."

"I thought putting your hands on me was the whole point of you being here?"

"I intend to put my hands all over you, but it's not the only reason why I'm here." He took a slug from his drink. He was trying to be cool, but you caught on that he did so he could break eye contact with you. Something was making him nervous.

"What is this other reason for you to be here?" you pressed him; your curiosity peaked.

He sighed and began swirling his glass around, like he did back at the lounge when he got uncomfortable. "I'll tell you later." He wouldn't look back up at you. Whatever it was it must've been serious - but it was also seriously killing the mood. To counteract this tension, you decide you'd remind him of the known reason why he was here... sex.