"Alex? You in here?" The petite blonde could hear her voice echo through the nearly empty house. She dropped her keys into the small bowl to her right and slid out of her shoes before making her way to their bedroom. A soft sigh escaped her lips while she rubbed the knot forming in her back. "Shit, need to see a chiropractor..." The woman slowly wove her way through the boxes that were stacked taller than she, stepping into a pure white room and closing the door behind her. A man rested on the bed, his body covered only by a pair of anime themed boxers, his limbs spread out over most of the available surface. The blonde stifled a giggle and turned to the closet, glaring at the meagre amount of clothing it contained. There was a loud snore, of sorts, from the bed and she started. A delicate hand fanned out on her chest, attempting to calm the rapidly beating heart beneath it. She shrugged out of her work uniform, a blue skirt suit and white button down, and rummaged through a suitcase for an acceptable garment. After a fruitless search through her own, she glanced over at Alex's, spying a worn Deadmau5 tee among the chaos. She smiled to herself and quickly slipped it on, relishing in the unique scent of her lover. She was, however, unaware that a certain pair of honey brown eyes had been watching her little show for quite some time. He smirked inwardly and pretended once more to be asleep when she padded over to the bathroom in her bare feet. She began to comb out her hair, still oblivious to her watcher. The light shone through the white shirt and outlined her curvaceous figure, making the man flinch slightly as his underwear tightened uncomfortably. She quickly pulled the bouncy curls into a ponytail and turned off the light, effectively ending the fun Alex was having. She spied the fluttering of his eyelids and grinned, "knocking something over" and bending at the waist to pick it up. The view of her round ass in such lacy panties set a fire ablaze in his abdomen. He stood and made his way to her, scooping her up and throwing her onto the bed.
"You tease, you knew what you were doing." He growled, climbing on top of her.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered, feigning innocence. He ground his hips into hers, pressing his erection into her soft thighs. She groaned slightly, just knowing that she turned him on was enough for her.
"Don't play innocent with me, there's no trick up your sleeves that I don't know." He stated, matter-of-factly. She used her best puppy dog eyes, looking up at him through her thick lashes. "Sorry, sweetie, that doesn't work anymore."
"Goddammit." She let out an exasperated sigh, laying back in defeat. He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned towards her. "Maybe I don't want a kiss." She huffed, turning her head to the side. He chuckled, slipping his hands under her (his) shirt.
"Maybe you're lying to me. I know you want one." She refused to budge. In the meantime he busied himself kissing other parts of her, leaving a hot trail of bites and hickeys along her neck. He began at her knees and made his way closer and closer to those luscious lace panties. She watched in anticipation as he did so, her thighs trembling from the stimulation. He paused abruptly, glancing up and fixing her with a dangerously lustful stare. Her face turned slightly pink as she yanked him back up by his deep purple locks. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him ever closer. Their lips sealed passionately, tongues wrestling furiously. He began to tug at her (his) shirt impatiently, in a rush to get it out of the way. She sat up, slowly removing the offending article and throwing it somewhere in the room. Her fingers trailed down his chest greedily, rediscovering the planes and cliffs of his lean torso.
