drew barrymore. | a short story

0.5 | 9 months prior

NSFW/SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING!

solana:

"hold it,"

"i can't," i whimpered.

"too bad, hold that shit." jacques said, putting a hand on my stomach. he pushed gently, and i nearly went insane.

as you may have imagined, me and jacques were... "fighting" per se. this had been going on for about an hour now.

"jacques, please," i pleaded. i had made half-moons in my palms from how hard i was balling my fists.

"nah," he said, speeding up. i bit down on my lip, trying to suppress a moan. holding back a release? harder than it sounds.

i couldn't do it too much longer. i felt my stomach start to clench, and i know jacques could feel it under his hand. "jacques..."

"don't do it." he said. i did it anyway.

i began to shake, my back arching. i caught a glimpse of jacques biting his lip as i was throwing my head back. he started to slow down as i tried to catch my breath.

jacques slowed to a stop, and i laid there, drained (the after-sex low energy type drain; a good thing) and still shaking. jacques walked out of the room.

"tired?" he asked, after he had came back into the room.

"a little," i said.

he threw a towel on me. i laid there, eyes closed. once he realized that i wasn't getting up, he walked over and lifted me up. "come on, sunshine, before the water gets cold," he said.

"but the wa-"

"i know, i know 'the water doesn't get cold here' but the heat should loosen you up so you don't wake up cramping like fuck." he said, pushing me towards the bathroom.

i pushed him out of the bathroom, closing the door. i turned on the shower, got in and stood there for 5 minutes, letting the hot water run down my body before i washed up. i proceeded to wash up, wash my face, and then i got out of the shower. i pulled on the t-shirt jacques had left on the sink for me, and a pair of underwear, which i typically brought when i came over here.

"that was one long ass shower. i must've wore you out," jacques said, grabbing his shower stuff and walking to the bathroom.

"if i admit it, i won't hear the end of it," i joked.

"so you admit it. i wore you out," he said, and closed the bathroom door.

i smiled and shook my head at the door. i laid back on the sheets jacques had changed while i was in the shower. it felt like i had closed my eyes for two seconds when i heard the shower turn off, so i knew i had fell asleep. jacques opened the bathroom door, in his usual basketball shorts. "sunny, can you plait my hair, i got it wet and now it's fuzzy so i just washed it," he said, folding up his towel.

"no," i said, sitting up.

"okay," he said.

"boy, i'm playing. comb your hair out for me," i said.

once jacques was done unbraiding his hair, he sat between my legs and threw the oil at me. "yes. thank you. for throwing the oil at me." i said.

"you'll live. besides, you wearing my shirt and you look good in it," he said.

"one, what does that have to do with it? two, you always say i look good in your shirts." i said.

"it's true," he said as i began to part his hair.

"jacques, what are we?" i asked.

"i don't know. what are we?" jacques asked.

"nigga, im asking YOU," i said, putting the oil on his part.

"we're whatever you want us to be," he said.

"you're making this complicated," i said.

"that's my job," he said.

"we're... friends... in a relationship. a friendlationship." i said, jokingly.

"a fr... sunny, that is ugly," he said, chuckling.

"i supposed you don't have any better ideas," i said.

"nah, nah, i don't," he said. i dropped the rattail comb and he handed it back to me.

"do you think a relationship between us would work out? like, hypothetically?" i asked him, dropping the comb again.

"if you stop manhandling my comb then yeah," he said, handing me the comb.

"oh, hush," i said, laughing.

"but yeah, i think it'd work out. why? you want one?" he asked.

"hmm..." not now. i liked what we were now. not that i minded the thought of being in a relationship with jacques. but i was enjoying the whole "no strings attached" thing.

"not at the moment. i like the water temperature right now," i said.

"understandable," he said,

"do you?" i asked, parting off another section of his hair.

"i'm with whatever you with, sunshine." he said, sliding his laptop from under the bed.

"you with some food, cause i'm hungry," i said.

"ooo, sunny got the sex munchies," he said.

"hush," i said, pulling his hair gently. well... enough so that he could feel it but not so much that it yanked his hair out.

"mhm, do it again," he said. i busted out laughing.

"no, weirdo." i said, still laughing.

after some 30 minutes, i finished the last braid and grabbed the oil to put on his scalp. well, i was about to, but i couldn't find it. "jacques," i said.

"yeah," he said, turning down his music a little.

"where's the oil," i asked.

he turned around. "now if this was a snake, you woulda been dead," he said, grabbing the oil from where i had sandwiched it in between my thighs to keep from losing it, which i now see served no purpose.

"whatever," i said, beginning to oil his scalp.

"you love me," he said, hugging my leg.

"yeah, uh huh, i'm done." i said, pushing his head away.

he got up to go look at it in the bathroom. i heard his little oo's and ah's and then he came out of the bathroom, shutting the light off.

"thank you sunny, it looks good," he said, kissing me on my forehead.