Rountree was half asleep on the couch when there was a knock on his door. He groaned.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It's me, open up," Fatima called out.
"There's a key under the mat, the code to the alarm is 0715," he called out. About 30 seconds later, the door opened. Fatima laughed when she saw him, face buried in a pillow, half asleep.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Tired," he mumbled. "What you need?" he asked, still not moving. Fatima smiled. She kicked off her shoes and climbed on him so she was straddling his legs. "What. Are you doing?" he asked nervously. He had definitely gotten a little harder from that.
"Settle down, we're definitely not doing that. I'm gonna give you a massage. Take off your shirt," she said. She gave him a swat to the back of his head.
"Ow," he moaned. He pulled his shirt over his head and slung it across the room. Fatima pressed her hands into his shoulder blades and started massaging. She made her way down, all the way to his hips. She smirked when he whimpered. He was so obviously turned on by what she was doing, and she enjoyed teasing him. She grinned and wiggled her hips against his legs. "That's just mean, Fatima," he whined. She giggled and pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade, then she started kissing down his back. Rountree was wiggling like crazy under her. Then she crawled off him. In a weird way, he was relieved. Her teasing was torture, and knowing that she didn't want to go all the way made it even worse. But at the same time, he wanted more. He wanted her hands all over him.
"Okay, my turn," Fatima said. She pulled off her hoodie, revealing an incredibly tight fitting shirt. "This stays on," she said firmly. He nodded and motioned for her to lay on her stomach. He straddled her legs and copied her movements, starting at her shoulders and moving to her hips. He twirled his finger in a circle on the small of her back. She moaned immediately. He grinned. To know that he could make someone as incredible as Fatima make a sound like that was probably one of the best feelings ever. They ended the night cuddled in his bed watching movies. Rountree pressed a kiss to Fatima's head. She smiled and snuggled closer.