“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
* suggestive sentence starters
“i am well aware of that already. however, I assumed you wouldn’t want me to talk about legal issues regarding the trailer park in our moment of intimacy.”
Eyes roll, head lolls to the side – by now, there is no dirty laundry between them, no dirty little secrets lingering except the expectative that one of them might actually give in and decide to involve the word love into the mix. He already has, though she doesn’t count sleep-babbling nonsense to be a declaration of eternal devotion at all, thus, she continues to pretend it never happened, that those words never left his lips at all.
It’s easier to pretend all they have is this – whatever it might be. Jason used to say sex was easier to control than anything deeper, that love wasn’t even something real, and oh, Cheryl clung to that idea with all her might. Right now, after finding out the bitter truth, she can see he was right once more – Jason was always right. Thus, it’s easier to pretend all she has to do is undress him and pin him down and there won’t be anything else involved.
Oh, but those aren’t the kind of thoughts she wishes to dwell on right now.
“that, however, can be easily arranged,” she hums, mischievous smirk curved upon lush lips, through long lashes she glances at him – don’t grow attached, it may as well be a death sentence. Oh, it’s a bit too late for that, by now. And even so, she simply allows herself to bask in it for the nights they share together – which have increased considerably ever since their little secret has gotten out. it feels liberating, she’ll admit, a feeling she doesn’t know how to take – a feeling she doesn’t even know is good to her or not, “but you’re not doing it yourself,” she adds, a soft chuckle bubbles from her carmine lips, she quickly pins him to the precarious mattress, bare legs sit astride on his hips – the size difference is laughable, and yet she knows he’ll allow it, “it’s cold tonight, I’m keeping your ugly shirt on – but you? everything goes off, and no touching unless i say so. ” oh, perhaps she’ll allow a little distraction and continue this conversation in the morning. All work and no play make Cheryl a dull girl. Thus, fingers begin tiptoeing down his chest, tug on the hem of one of the many layers he wears, then the other, enough to expose his abdomen, enough to plant a soft kiss to his navel, “oh, and try to be quiet, because I don’t want the hobo king to get his revenge on me.”