Bemmett. Dirty flirting. The word 'naked' is in there somewhere. Enjoy.

[I will kill you!] the slender blonde said, leveling the gun at her husband's head.

[No you won't, Sofia.] he said stepping closer to her, [That's just the mind control talking. You have to fight it!]

Another lens flare, more trite banter, typical low budget deaf-film. But Bay had to admit, it was very effective as a comedy. Plus, it gave her a chance to do nothing but snuggle up with her boyfriend for an hour and twenty minutes. He had his arm around her, thumb making circle on her bare shoulder. If she had to choose a word it would undoubtedly be perfect. Well, that is except for the draft that was making her shiver. Damn global warming, or whatever it is.

[Are you cold?] the redhead asked after a few minutes.

[A bit,] Bay shrugged, [can I borrow one of your sweaters or something?]

[Sure.] he said getting up.

Bay grabbed his wrist to stop him.

[I'll get it.] she offered, [You, on the other hand, can answer those 500 texts your mom has left you.]

Emmett rolled his eyes but smiled and said ok. Crawling off of the couch, Bay hopped up the stairs into Emmett's bedroom. She knew where mostly everything was. Sweaters and jackets were in the top drawer next to his desk. B-lining for the dresser she blushed at what she found.

"Boxers," she muttered, "must have done some rearranging recently."

The girl bit her lip, knowing she should shut the drawer. Instead, her gaze wandered over each pair. Why? She wasn't sure. Perhaps it was a girlfriend's natural instinct to eye her boyfriend's underwear. That or she was just a sicko. The prior seemed more accurate. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she spotted a specific set.

That's when Emmett sauntered into the room, curious as to what was keeping her. He froze the moment he saw her holding the pair of rainbow plaid boxers.

[Hey remember that photo you sent Mathew?] she teased, [Is this the "tasteful" underwear you were talking about?]

Crimson bloomed across his face and Bay couldn't help but laugh.

[Give me those.] he demanded, awkwardly extending his hand.

[Is it?] she challenged.

[No!] he rolled his eyes, [When I said it was tasteful, I meant it.]

Bay's eyebrows perked up at this. She placed the boxers back in the drawer and closed it, turning her attention his bed. Her movements were sly, like a lynx weaving through underbrush. Perching herself on the edge of the mattress she intentionally bit on her lower lip.

[I just don't understand what you mean.] she sighed, [Maybe I need something to go off of.]

Finally, he cracked a smile.

[Bay, you've seen me naked. You should have plenty to go off of,]

Her eyes narrowed.

[I'm trying to bode you into taking off your clothes. Now stop being difficult.]

Laughing, Emmett took his place next to her on the bed and did as he was told. The originally sought after sweater was quickly forgotten, for Bay had found something much better to keep her warm.

And that's the way aw huh aw huh I like it ;D

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