Hijinks “Come fuck me already.” She was plaintive.  He didn’t mov

Hijinks “Come fuck me already.” She was plaintive.  He didn’t move. He barely even smiled. She rolled onto her side and stared at him, a soft pout slipping over her lips and her hand sliding down to rest on the swell of her thigh. The way he hovered around the door made him look like a mobster from the fifties, only the lighting was all wrong. It was morning, and it always seemed like movies from back then had forgotten mornings even existed. It was all midnight deals and hungover afternoons. He was waiting, but he wouldn’t tell her what. At first she’d been frustrated, whatever it was that he was waiting for being entirely irrelevant in the face of the ridiculous state she’d woken up in. A state, mind, that was entirely his fault, as the idle hand she’d found between her legs upon waking testified.  But he’d just slipped it out, smirked at her and uttered something along the lines of “Good, you’re awake.” before standing up off the bed and moving towards the window and glancing out at the parking lot.  The alarm buzzed desperately in the background, the sound muffled by the keenness of her attention. Regardless, she knew what it meant; half nine in the morning, around the time she usually rolled out of bed, and he answered the door when the mailman popped by. Realisation struck her with all the force of a caffeine high, and she suddenly perked up. “Are you expecting a delivery?” She was careful to hide the confidence in her voice, and the self satisfaction.He turned to look at her, and she could see him roll his tongue around in his mouth. The movement made her giddy; it was his tell, the one he permitted. “And what makes you think that.” It was stated, not questioned. She didn’t let it slow her down. “No reason.” “Uh huh.” She couldn’t help but giggle at that.  “What is it?” He shrugged, the smirk rolling around the edges of his smile. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” This was even worse, she suddenly realised. Before she was just frustrated and denied. Now she was all those things but curious, too. Intolerable. “Please.” She wasn’t quite at pleading yet.  She didn’t need to be. The doorbell rang, and he pushed off the windowsill. -- source link

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