It didn’t matter what the argument had been about; she was still angry, and he was not. He couldn’t even remember how it had ended, let alone who’d started it. But she was pouting, and folding her arms, and staring off into the middle distance. She didn’t want to be disturbed. Except she did.
When his hand settled on her hip she tensed, a big cat ready to swipe one massive paw in his direction. He couldn’t help but find it amusing, this girl, this beautiful girl, ready to lash out at him at a moment’s notice. But the hand stayed where it was, and, for the moment, he kept his head intact, unswiped.
But she didn’t look at him, just kept staring at that evidently fascinating distance. His fingers started to walk up her side, tracing the skin in a treasure trail of miniature dimples, watching the skin spring back into form the instant he left it. He knew how ticklish she was, and he knew she wouldn’t be able to keep that desperately straight face for long. She was starting to squirm even now, the corners of her lips starting to curl ever so slightly.
“Go away.” She said it through her teeth, and he was sure it was supposed to sound threatening. The tone suggested he need to be afraid, and to baulk and retreat away from her lest he face her wrath. But it just sounded cute, a kitten growling, and his fingers kept walking up her side, tickling along her ribs.
She was smiling now. She didn’t want to be smiling. Her lips wavered as she fought them back down, to no avail. Victory was pressing against his periphery, and in one smooth motion he reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her off and away from her edge of the bed. Her arms flung out, grabbing the headboard as she struggled to cling to the lingering feeling of malaise and satisfying anger.
But his grip was strong, and her will for melancholy weak, and it was only a moment before her grip broke, and he pulled her to him, wrapping her up into his arms with a laugh that made that adorable angry face crease further on her brow.
“Stop it, you’ll get wrinkles.” And then he kissed each one, smoothing them away as she relaxed in his arms.
Breathless
Dear James Deen ,ich bin deins . Mach was du willst mit mir :(
