LV: Stupid Fucking Rules
Liam and Blake
Liam
Liam grinned as he watched Blake play videogames with his roommates. He was sitting out this round, as he'd gotten the lowest score last time. Blake had given him as much shit for that as his roommates had, which oddly, he liked. He also liked that she seemed to feel comfortable here, with him and his roommates. He hadn't missed the way that she'd pulled off her beanie, letting her hair fall free, the moment Liam had closed the door behind them. Looking Blake up and down, Liam leaned back in his chair--Blake was standing at the moment, knees bent, ass out. He wasn't sure if that was on purpose or not. He wouldn't put it past Blake, but she seemed pretty focused on the game.
We're really together now.
That still didn't entirely seem real. Liam hadn't even kissed Blake yet, but every time she looked at him...
Liam shivered, remembering even the look she'd given him when he handed her the controller. He knew she wanted him. He couldn't remember being so confident in that with any other girl. They hadn't given each other any labels yet, but...
You're mine.
Liam shook his head. She expected
him
to be the one with self-control after telling him that?
He was a little disappointed at Blake's request for a date before they had sex, but he would happily undertake it. He'd gone out on dates with Marie, but they'd already been hooking up for a while, and most of their dates before the summer had just been to the movies or grabbing a bite to eat.
Liam couldn't remember Blake ever mentioning a previous boyfriend, so he imagined she hadn't had a date like she'd asked him for either.
Thankfully, he'd found just the thing to fit Blake's requirements for a date. He knew she would like the restaurant, but he was a little nervous about what he had planned after that. It was definitely more his kind of thing, but he hoped it was something he could share with her.
"Ha!" Blake cheered, jumping as she pumped a fist in the air. Liam shook himself back to reality, hiding a smile as Blake glanced over at his roommates, hands on hips, "I thought you guys said you were supposed to be good."
"This is bullshit," Eli said, "Liam, your girl hustled us."
Liam snorted, "You're just saying that because you lost."
"Maybe," Eli said, "But I'm pretty sure we deserve a rematch. Right, Swar?"
Swar nodded, "Yep, now that we know what we're up against, we need a chance to prove ourselves."
Blake raised an eyebrow, looking between the two, "So you guys were just going easy on me?"
Liam laughed as Swar went red in the face, sure that Eli looked the same.
"We weren't going
super
easy on you," Swar said, "Just as easy as we go on Liam."
"Yeah," Eli chimed in, "Liam kind of sucks, so can you really blame us for thinking you'd be much better?"
Blake grinned, glancing over at Liam. He would be the one to switch with Eli if they didn't do a rematch.
Liam just rolled his eyes, pushing himself up from the chair, "Just play your rematch. I'm gonna take a shower. You guys mind if Blake stays over, by the way?"
"Dude," Swar said, "If you're gonna sexile us, you should at least give us a bit more warning."
"Nope," Blake said, shaking her head, "There will be no sexiling, as there will be no sex. I came over here instead of bringing Liam back to my place specifically so that there would be no funny business."
"And because Marie is at your place," Liam pointed out.
"Also, yes," Blake said without missing a beat.
"Shit," Eli said, "Liam, what did you do?"
"I told him he's gotta take me out on a date first," Blake said, grinning at Liam, "One where he has to wear a button-up shirt, maybe even a jacket."
Liam stiffened, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat as Blake eyed him up and down. He swore he could
feel
her imagining him in that clothing, then imagining tearing it off.
"Damn, Liam," Swar said, "It hasn't even been a week yet, and you're already whipped?"
"Now c'mon, man," Eli said, "Let's be fair. They've basically been dating for like two months now. He's been whipped pretty much that entire time."
Liam just rolled his eyes, "Blake, please make sure to tea-bag them after you kill them. I'm going to go take a shower."
"Will do," Blake cackled, putting them in the queue for the next round, "No jerking off in the shower, though--I want some hot water, too."
Liam turned, mostly to hide the redness in his cheeks--he really did need to get better about that--then went wide-eyed as he felt a hand smack his ass.
He whirled around to find Blake pointing at Swar, eyes focused on the TV screen.
"He did it," she said, though she couldn't keep back the amusement in her voice.
With a sigh, Liam turned back toward the bathroom, grabbing his PJ pants as he strode toward the door, "The fuck did I get myself into?"
He'd intentionally said that loud enough for Blake to hear, and grinned when she yelled, "Hey!"
Liam closed the door quickly behind him.
Blake
Blake sighed as she wrapped the fluffy towel around her. Liam had ever-so-sweetly offered her one of his spare towels since his was still damp, and she'd made a mental note to thank him for it later.
Ugh. Why did I make up these stupid rules?
Even as Blake asked herself the question, she rolled her eyes, knowing exactly why.
I need to feel like I'm worth it, for once.
Despite Liam telling her so--Blake's heart beat faster at the memory of that, cheeks growing red--Blake needed to feel what it was like for someone else to show her she was worth it. She knew Liam wasn't the type to just want sex from someone, and she could see the way he felt in the way he looked at her...
Ugh, stop trying to make excuses and just deal with it,
Blake told herself, drying off her hair. She imagined that Liam would have a date set for them the day he got back from Thanksgiving break, so she wouldn't have to even go a full week before sleeping with him. Now that she knew it would happen, she could handle a week. Right?
Her pussy disagreed. Despite what she had said to Liam about not jerking off in the shower, Blake hadn't been able to resist rubbing one out herself. It hadn't taken much effort, either. Maybe it was because she was in Liam's dorm, in his shower, because he'd given her a towel that smelled like him. It could have been any of those things. Most likely, it was that Liam had walked out of the shower in
just
his PJ pants. Hair all messed up and goofy, bare chest and shoulders still damp, muscles glistening...
Blake's eyes widened as a growl rose in her throat and her pussy twitched. She immediately shook the thought from her head. She'd just dealt with that and didn't have time to do so again.
Once Blake finished drying off her few wet strands of hair, she wiped some of the fog off the mirror and peered at herself. Her waterproof eyeliner and mascara had survived the shower, thankfully, though that was about it. Blake used her hands and some toilet paper to wipe off the rest of her makeup.
Maybe I should start carrying a little makeup bag.
Once her face was clean, Blake looked at herself and sighed, running her fingers through her hair so that it fell over her shoulders toward her chest.
At least I'm not all sweaty.
Blake fussed with her hair for a moment, trying to position it so that it distracted from her face, then sighed. She turned, reaching for the door, then stopped, remembering that she was not in her apartment, and that she was very naked. She glanced down at her pile of clothes on the floor and frowned. Those wouldn't be too comfortable for sleeping, and she didn't want to put them back on right after getting all nice and clean.
I'm in Liam's dorm.
Blake felt a wide grin split her face as she realized what that meant.
"Uh, Liam?" Blake said, sticking her head out the bathroom door, towel wrapped around her middle, "Could you bring me my purse? And could I maybe borrow a shirt?"
Blake saw Liam grin as he came into view, handing her a folded up blue T-shirt and her purse she'd thankfully brought with her. She stuck her tongue out at him, taking the shirt and bag, then closed the door once his hand was out of the way.
That was close.
Blake had wanted to either unwrap the towel and flash Liam, or just grab his arm and yank him into the bathroom with her. She was pretty sure her indecision in the matter was the only thing that prevented her from doing so.
With a sigh, Blake unwrapped the towel, hanging it up on the back of the door, then unfolded the shirt. She chuckled when she read the text, "Jasmine Dragon Tea House," then threw it on.
Despite the bathroom's humid air, thick with the scents of soap and shampoo, Blake caught Liam's scent off the shirt as she breathed in deep. She smiled, pulling the collar up to her nose as she took in another breath. Her pussy twitched, and she could feel herself growing wetter. Blake frowned, still unsure how she felt about that. On the one hand, she loved that even just Liam's scent could turn her on that much. On the other, she didn't necessarily always want to be uber turned on around Liam. Like when they were in class. Or for situations like this.
Fuck.
