She didn't really rely on him, Lydia reminded herself as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She just liked to know he could take of her, that he wanted to take care of her. It was comforting to know that she had some influence on his decisions. Like now, when he started his daily routine, usually uninterrupted. Today, Lydia nuzzled into his neck, lazily kissing along the tight muscles, until she reached his ear. She didn't often get a chance to initiate contact like this; he was far too tall for her to reach so high up. She took advantage of this opportunity and teasingly bit his earlobe, tugging on it gently while wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Do you always have to work out so early in the day, Baby?" She whispered into his ear, her hands sliding down his chest as she returned attention to kissing his neck. He shifted slightly, but didn't respond immediately. He might be considering the implications of her question, or just considering his answer. After a few more moments, though, Lydia grew uncomfortable, wondering if her interference had upset him. She quit her kisses, and rest her head on his shoulder. It was possible he enjoyed the hours he spent in solitude, and expected her to sleep in as usual. But she was going back to school in a month and she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before they were forced apart, to different universities across the state. She bit her lip and loosened her grip on his shoulders, prepared to fake sleep until he left, but he shifted slightly, leaning back into her.
"What else is there to do before work?" There was no hint of mischievousness in his voice, and if Lydia couldn't feel his heartbeat through the thin material of her shirt, there would be nothing to betray his excitement. She pulled herself closer to his back, pressing her ample breasts against his muscular shoulders, and slowly traced the area over his collar bone with her index finger. He was going to make her ask for it, make her say it. No strong suggestion or action would persuade him to stay unless she openly admitted to wanting his body. The game could go both ways, both waiting for the other to finally break.
A deep sigh further pressed her chest to his back, and one arm removed only to be wrapped around his stomach, her hand briefly brushing over the trail of hair leading downwards before meeting the other over his chest. "Oh, I was just thinking that maybe we could do something together." She rubbed her lips against his back, barely brushing the skin, from his shoulder to his ear, kissing the bottom of his ear lobe softly before resting her chin on his shoulder. "Maybe I could make you breakfast?" Another pause, as she wriggled closer to him, making him feel her against his back. "You know I love to do things for you."
He shuddered slightly, but his voice betrayed no emotion beyond slight interest one would expect from a conversation centered on breakfast. "I would love breakfast, but I don't run well on a full stomach." He turned his head slightly, keeping his lips just out of reach of hers and smiled. "You could always come with me, if you wanted to spend more time with me." He suggested, nearly as quiet as Lydia had been. Still, his voice shook in his chest, causing Lydia to wriggle even closer without realizing it. She wanted to get hot and sweaty with him, but exercise wasn't on her mind.
She traced the muscles on his stomach gently, feeling his breath catch as she dipped lower. She traveled up again before speaking. There was no point in teasing if he didn't hear what she had to say. She pressed her lips to his shoulder, and then glanced up to notice that he was still watching her. "I don't think that's a good idea..." she whispered; keeping eye contact as her hand brushed down over his thigh, back to his stomach without nearing the oh-so-sensitive area at the apex of his legs. She brushed her lips up his neck, right beside his ear, just close enough so that the words formed by her lips would barely caress his ear. "...I don't think you want me as muscular as you."
He closed his eyes for a moment, and Lydia thought she had won finally. But he opened them again and smiled at her. "Running won't make you muscular, silly girl." He placed his hand on one of her legs currently resting on his own, still wrapped around him loosely, and ran his hand up the lean muscle. "It burns off fat... It would make you even leaner" He kept running his hand up her leg, supposedly unaware of his actions. Lydia rested her head on his shoulder and fought through the sensation, he heat from his hand running up her leg, so achingly close but refusing to go further. He was good at this game. Her mind was sharply called back to the task at hand when he began to move, as if to go about his day as normal.
"I don't think you have enough fat on you to risk burning any more off." She grinned slyly, running her hands over him as if to illustrate her point. From his shoulders to his chest, trailing down over his tight stomach, his waist. "No, no. You had better stay in bed with me." She abruptly stopped and removed her hands, falling back on the bed, her legs still wrapped possessively around him. If it were any other man, she would have given them more than enough reason to stay. But no, any other man wouldn't have realized how much it turned her on to be denied, to have to spell it out. If he had given in too quickly now that the game had begun, it wouldn't feel as if she had won a prize. She stared up at his back, waiting to see if her suggestion had been enough for him. She saw him turn around to face her, placing his knees on the bed, forcing her legs up, spreading them further apart as he all but fell over her.
Finally facing her, on top of her, it was his turn to tease. She had gotten off lightly before. Nuzzling her neck and running his hands over her waist, thumbs pressing softly into the flesh, he examined her body, his own hovering only slightly above hers. "Maybe I could stay in bed... but could you risk it?" His hands left her waist, lightly grazing over her breasts before trailing down to her hips, one hand venturing so far as her thighs. "You seem to be tight and toned." Lydia closed her eyes, hearing the smile in his voice. It was the best kind of torture, to know one of them would have to give in for either of them to get somewhere. To create reasons to touch each other, as if they were still flirting and uncertain of the other's intentions.
She couldn't help but press her hips up into him as his lips brushed her neck and his hands continued their exploration, reaching up under the thin t-shirt she wore to bed, stopping short of her breasts. "Do you need..." she caught herself and took a few deep breaths, realizing how hurried and desperate she sounded. "Do you need further proof? I'd hate for someone as strict as you to plan my work out regime." She wanted him to lift the gray t-shirt over her head, reveal the small, pink nipples reaching up to his chest, but his hands remained teasingly at her sides, playing with the worn fabric tauntingly. He lifted his head from her shoulder, both a blessing and a punishment.
He looked at the portion of her stomach that he had revealed, his hair brushing her chest softly as he looked down, his eyes lingering on the aqua lace stretched over her hips. "Hmmm. No, I guess you could stay in bed too," he seemed to admit reluctantly, looking back to her face and smiling, one hand brushing the skin of her stomach softly as it made its way to her hip, a finger playfully hooking under the lace, so far away from where she intended. "But now I'm far too awake to even think about sleeping." Lydia could think of a thousand ways to spend the few hours before he had to head off to work. She shifted under him slightly, as if to move that playful finger closer to where it belonged. He caught on too quickly to her scheme and moved his hand, punishing her for trying to trick him.
