Friday 6:15 AM
A/n: just a quick drabble
Pairing: E/S of course
She has shown up.
She never shows up at normal times.
Never mind that I have to be somewhere at 8:00 am and
That I didn't get to sleep until 3:30 am.
I drag myself out of bed to answer the insistent knocking on the door.
There she is.
She's been out drinking too.
My delicate nose flairs at the odors wafting my way.
Beer, stale cigarette smoke and coffee,
Her familiar smells.
I try to be firm.
"No, not now," I whisper.
She pushes me to the bed.
"Please," she begs.
"Not now," I whisper and yawn.
It's that week, that insistent time of the month.
She should have known by the fact that I'm wearing underwear.
Me who never wears underwear.
I'm not in the mood.
She bites my nipple.
I gently but firmly push her away.
"I can't," my resolve almost faltering.
Her eyes cloud in confusion.
Me, turning her down.
She tries to kiss me.
I pull away again.
"It's that week, honey.
I don't feel up for it."
She goes away finally, disappointed I know.
I'll make it up to you next time,
My blond hair vixen, Shalimar.