Half way through reading Seizure and just oh my god. This popped into my head and I decided to put it up. This is what could have happened if Tory had dressed even a little differently.
Chance was in the corner while I changed in the bathroom. I almost wore sweats and a t-shirt but remembering that Chance was there I opted for a tank top and shorts instead.
When I walked out, Chance let out a low whistle.
"Showing some leg there, Miss Brennan?" He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. But yeah, that was the main reason I wore that. I lied down and turned off the lights but after tossing and turning, I couldn't even blink.
Chance was right freaking there. A couple feet away, and all I could think about was… I was sure my cheeks were probably glowing bright red in the dark. Then Chance spoke, "You can't dodge Madison forever." I slid so that now I was sitting on my bed facing him.
"Watch me." I could see Chance smirk through the dark.
"Interesting," He stood up and sat down on the bed next to me. "I never pegged you for a coward." I glared at him, anger mingling with my previous thoughts.
"I'm not a coward." Was all my mouth would articulate being that close to him. Chance looked me straight in the eye, the canine DNA in me sensing a challenge. He leaned toward me painfully slowly and he spoke even slower.
"Prove it." He said, and his eyebrows had only a second to rise before our lips were latched. Still kissing, he pushed me back onto the bed, and suddenly I was all too aware of my choice of clothes. We separated a moment and Chance took of his t-shirt, launching it across the room.
He kissed down my neck, and I took a minute to catch my breath before speaking.
"Still think I'm a coward?" Chance raised his face to look me in the eye, a grin stretching it's way across his face.
"Oh the biggest. It took you forever to work up the courage to make this happen." He ground his hips into mine, "And I really wish it'd been sooner." My head fell back, a whimper escaping my lips. Chance's lips smashed into mine, silencing my noises. But it was too late. A knock sounded on the door followed by Kit's voice.
"Tory is everything okay?"
Chance's head fell into my neck and I could almost hear his mental cursing. My voice was shaky when I responded.
"Yeah, Kit. I'm fine, just, um, stubbed my toe." Chance raised his head and shot me a look, which I ignored.
"Okay, just be careful of sharp corners." I heard Kit's receding footsteps and as soon as there was a door close, Chance jumped back on it. However, hearing my dad talk was kind of a turn off. I turned away from Chance, earning a groan from him.
"Down boy." I joked, and thought about rolling Chance off the bed, deciding that I could use the company to sleep. Chance reached over and turned off the light before the two of us fell asleep.
I felt so dirty righting this and so I decided not to make it a lemon. *hides* Don't hate me for writing this.
