Just a tiny one-shot moved from my other account to this one because, well... it's a one-shot. Read and review please xo.
I pulled the red wig off my head as I entered my two bedroom house, slamming the door behind me. I threw the wig on the sofa as I yanked the piece of elastic that was holding my hair in a bun out and tossed it on the wig, letting my shoulder length wavy blonde hair fall free over my shoulders.
Not even two seconds later my door flew open. I turned around and came face to face with the last person I wanted to see. "What are you doing here?" I asked glaring at him.
"I thought we could go celebrate," He stood there smiling. I rolled my eyes. Of course he didn't care that I was still mad at him. James 'Jem' Coughlin only cared about himself. It had always been that way. I knew it was a part of him. He was brought up that way.
"Celebrate what exactly? Are we celebrating you bashing some innocent man's head in or are we celebrating you taking that bank manager for a ride?" I asked sarcastically, "No…no…wait… I know what we can celebrate."
I could see his demeanor change as I continued to rant, but ignored it. As much as we have pissed each other off in the past, things never got violent between us.
"We can celebrate how much of a fuckin' asshole you are," I continued.
He was glaring at me by this point. "All I wanted to do was spend time with my girl instead of the fuckin' guys!"
"That's a fuckin' first," I mumbled turning my back to him and walked into the small kitchen.
He followed me. "Marley…"
I ignored him and started wiping down the counter wanting to keep my hands busy. I went to turn around to wipe the other counter down when Jem cornered me. "Can you please move?" I asked, frowning up at him.
He said nothing as he took my chin in his hands and kissed me, his hot mouth on mine. He wasted no time sliding his tongue into my mouth, his stubble prickling my skin. I whimpered into his mouth as his hands explored my body, pressing me up against the counter. As much as I was mad at him, he knew once he had me like this, I couldn't resist him. He knew his kisses were one of my downfalls when it came to him.
His hands ran to my thighs and lifted me up sitting me on the counter. I managed to break the kiss. "We can't. Not here anyway,"
He smirked lifting me up and carried me to my bedroom. He placed me down on my feet pulling me into one of his rough yet passionate and wanting kisses, as we got into my room and my door had been kicked shut.