50. Breaking the Rules
"I really shouldn't be here," he muttered, unbuttoning that stupid shirt she was wearing over that deliciously yellow shirt that clung so well. She moaned and arched as he sucked on her neck and rocked against her.
"What do you mean?" she managed to get out. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders violently, annoyed she couldn't get to his back quicker. He moved down to her collarbone, nibbling just above the neck line of her tee that was now being shoved off. How'd that happen? Wasn't she just wearing another shirt?
"I should be out there...with them," he said against the newly exposed skin. She mewled softly and moved against him, hands scrabbling his back. Neither of them would have marks in the morning to enjoy tracing.
"Then go-oh!" she gasped out. Now where'd her shorts just go? And why weren't his pants with them yet? More fabric tore and they were aggressive in their haste to be skin to skin.
"Because I'd rather be here," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her breastbone. She ran her fingers up his neck and through his hair, purring. He raised to look at her and she smiled.
"Then stay."
And he did.
He stayed then and again, and the next night, she stayed.
Awkward morning or not.
fin.