o12: god save the dream, part 2
karierte
"Don't want a kiss, don't want a touch; just want my cigarette hug." – Lady Gaga, Alejandro
"I would have thought that a big, badass Financial Manager such as yourself would be far too manly for post-coital cuddling."
"Oh, shut up, lowly underling." I muttered, nipping at his neck. Our limbs were entangled as badly as the cables connected to the TV, sticky with sweat and sex.
He smirked up into a nicotine kiss. "Not a chance...I mean, for once we're actually in a bed."
"I'll make you remember why you like carpet burn, if you want," I said dryly, running my fingertips down his spine until he shivered.
"Did you forget to put on your chastity belt this morning or something?"
"I may have mislaid the matching handbag, too."
Matt licked a stripe down my cheek. "Pft. You're on." There was a fever of kisses, burning as he rubbed my hip with a calloused, cigarette-stained thumb.
"Bitch, please," I poked him in between the ribs. "Once you've brushed your teeth."
The redhead huffed, wrinkling his nose until I shoved him, naked and necessary, onto the floor. "Fine. Then, you're on."
"I'm so frightened," I drawled. "My one weakness: terrible dirty talk involving USB ports."
There was a pause as he yelled "You know you love it!" from the bathroom.
And I kind of did.
A/N
Guess what?
They're back! And so am I, e_e. This has been half-written for a while (dialogue is hard for me, ;_;) but you'll forgive me, right? The accountancy!AU has been resurrected and everything is good despite my sporadic updates. Also, 50+ reviews, woah :'D-thank you, dears.
