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Coaxing You In

Sloth

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"God." I groaned, as Drew pushed on his door hard and pulled me into what was supposedly his room. "Ever heard of the simple term cleaning?" I asked sarcastically as I stepped past him into the darkened space. Feeling my way across his room, I tripped over slightly and fell with an oomph onto his soft bed.

"Oh, we at that stage already?" He smirked at me, shuffling through the rubble towards the blinds, which he had to wrestle with before they finally weakened, shooting up and letting the bright sunlight into the room. Surveying it now, with light surrounding me, I came to find that it was almost as if a bomb had gone off, and nothing but wreckage remained.

"So, cleaning? Dan and Leah don't enforce general hygiene rules?" I asked, as he smirked at me, replying "Nope. And I haven't had the company to do that… until now." He said, crawling onto the bed and pushing my down onto my back. "Fortunately enough, Leah and Dan aren't home for another couple of hours, which leaves us plenty of time." He said, kissing my neck as his hand crept up my shirt and began to fiddle with my bra clasp.

"Yeah." I replied distractedly, as his teeth nipped at my neck gently. "Plenty of time to… clean." I replied happily as I pushed him off me and sat up.

"The five most evil words known to man." Drew replied, attempting to pull be back down towards him, but I pushed him off again, standing up off the bed in what was possibly the only empty space in the room. "Don't be stupid." I continued, turning to glare at him, "Cleaning can be fun. You just have to have the right… incentive." I said, wriggling my eyebrows at him.

"And what might they be?" He asked, suddenly very interested in what cleaning could get him.

"A content girlfriend for one." I sighed, "Just think of the possibilities of what a happy girlfriend will do, as opposed to an unhappy girlfriend." I continued, glaring at him for emphasised effect "And I'll even help you. And we'll probably both become hot and dirty after this…" I said, moving towards him as he smirked up at me "And will need to take an extra long shower at the end… to you know, cool off." I finished suggestively, as he lips his lips and looked me up and down.

"Can't we just skip to the shower?" He asked, pulling me to him again and rolling on top of me.

"As tempting as that offer sounds," I said, pecking him on the lips before shoving him off me once more "If I have to spend another minute in this room, I think it will be my last. Ever." I said, as Drew groaned before rolling of his bed to stand on the other side, facing me.

"I make no apologies for whatever we may find in this room. You must remember I was young and horny, and I didn't have anyone as amazingly sexy and vixen like such as yourself to keep me other wise occupied." He said honestly as he grinned at me.

"Compliments will get you everywhere… later." I replied, "You take that half, I'll take this one. Just remember that hot, steamy shower that's waiting for you at the end." I said, as I pulled my top up and tied it in a ball, leaving my belly naked for any wandering eyes in the room.

"You're a cruel woman Belle Taylor." Drew said huskily from the other side of the room, as I turned to flash him a grin, before tackling the mammoth task that lay ahead of me.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I cried after what seemed like several long, tedious hours later. Drew looked up towards me as I pulled a copy of Ralph out of the thick stack of magazines. "Please explain?" I asked, throwing the magazine over to him as he smirked at me.

"I told you, I was very lonely when I first came here." He replied.

"And before that?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him as his smirk disappeared.

"Do you want to go there?" He asked me almost darkly

"Is it that bad of a place to go?" I replied, matching his tone, my eyes meeting his eyes sharply as I took a step towards him.

"I can compare it to this room. My past relationships are like a bomb zone. Always hot, always messy. Always ending up broken." He sighed, looking away from my intense gaze.

"Oh." I said finally, turning back to the half messy room and beginning to pick things up again.

"That's it?" He asked, stunned. "No screaming or yelling, or telling me how you're leaving now because you don't want to deal with that when it comes to it?"

"Nope." I shrugged as I shoved a load of old Ralph magazines into a plastic bag.

"Do I dare ask why not?" He replied suspiciously, as I grinned a little to myself.

"Well, I have a lot of wreckage too." I began, sitting down onto the bed and looking towards him. "Isn't that part of the teen relationship thing? They all begin with lust and end with angst?" I asked, as he nodded thoughtfully and sat down on the bed opposite me. Taking in a breath, I knew that this next part would be the hardest thing I'd have to say… because it would either break or make us. The entire future of our relationship was going to be defined by his reaction to this.

"Plus, this thing, that we're doing. I figure, it's the least messed up thing I've been in…. in a while. At the beginning it was so intense, and heated, and I just thought that eventually the lust would fade and what would be left was the awkward goodbye." He inched towards me, his hand reaching out to my knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze. So far, so good.

"But its not like that. Its like, you're slowly coaxing me into this flowers and sunshine place where everything is always like this. Everything is always so easy, so simple. So right." I sighed finally, looking up to see Drew looking at me tenderly, softly.

"We're doing this, aren't we?" I asked timidly, as Drew smiled up at me and nodded his head, leaning up and affectionately. I sighed into the kiss in contentedness. There was something even deeper behind this kiss, something that we'd both been holding back for so long.

"You're coaxing me in too." He replied against my lips. "And we're doing this. Because I want that shower." He said, pulling my up and planting me on the floor in his half clean room.

I smiled as his hands strayed to cheek, and remained there a little longer than usual. That little longer meant the world.

"The sloth will not clean itself." He said finally, pulling himself away from the moment.

"No." I replied. "No it won't."

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