10.

Celibate


He eyes her from the couch when she goes from the bedroom to the kitchen, fetching a glass of water. But she's got this little smirk on her face he thinks she doesn't actually need to drink.

He follows her from behind where she goes to the shelves of the open library, and he internally groans at the short slip she's wearing, beige and silky and he thinks goddamn her, she knows exactly what she's doing.

He lets his gaze wander on her body, and when she reaches up for a book, so high he sees the nightgown going up her ass's curve, he knows she's doing this on purpose, but it doesn't help the coiling he feels in the low of his stomach.

When she grabs the wanted book, he turns his head abruptly to the TV, feigning watching the game but he's got no clue on who's winning. She joins him on the couch, smiling innocently as she curls up next to him and starts reading.

He waits a beat. Two. Eyeing her perfect skin and beautiful legs, then snaps and starts crawling his hand slowly on her thigh.

"My laundry. For two weeks," she reminds him, eyes fixated on the pages and his winning instinct kicks back.

"Can't we take a pause?" he says as his hands wrap around her waist and he's almost facing her entirely.

She snorts.

"That's not how a bet works"

"Doesn't matter. We can make our own rules," and he's flashing this evil grin she knows if she doesn't stop him now, she'll probably cave in because she misses him too and then he'll lawyer his way out of it, saying she didn't actually refuse the pause thing. So she snickers and tries to get up, running away from him but his grip gets impossibly stronger and they both end up falling down, face first and she's trapped between the carpet and his body.

They laugh at the situation and his thirst and their stupidity for even making a bet like this. But then the laughter dies, and she feels his lips starting to leave small kisses on her neck and cheek.

"I can't believe how stupid I am for going celibate for a whole day. And with you of all people." he groans against her ear and she's got goosebumps all over her body. She whimpers and it's all he needs to know she wants him just as much as he does.

She feels him keeling back, feels his hands around her ass, and he lifts up the fabric of her gown as if he's lifting a bride's veil, exposing all of her flesh.

Fuck. No panties.

"I'll do the fucking laundry"