aurora ☀️

it's only once the server has left to tend to other tables that she pulls her hand away and you release the breath you hadn't realized you were holding. she swirls the water around in her cup and laughs, low and quiet, and you can tell by the dark look in her eye how little patience she has left. lucky waitress, leaving when she did.

you bite the inside of your cheek to fight the smile threatening to emerge. of course she notices. "what? you enjoy her attention?" you school your face and shake your head. you both know her attention wasn't what you enjoyed. "you sure? you could always ask for her number when she comes back. i'm sure she'd give it to you." you know better than to flirt with other people just to create this type of reaction in her. but, god, when it comes about naturally? it reminds you just how irresistible it is to tempt fate.

you can't help it. you tell her that she's right, that you just might ask when she comes back with the appetizers. who knows, she could be fun. eager to please, from the looks of it. the last few words of your sentence are interrupted by the abrupt sound of her chair's legs sliding against the floor and the smug smile on your lips only grows as her fingers wrap around your wrist. she tugs you towards the restrooms hard enough that it's clear she's not worried about your comfort.

you're not surprised when you end up pressed against the bathroom door, her nails digging in slightly where they rest around the base of your throat. "eager to please, huh?" she doesn't wait for an answer, just grabs your hand from where it had landed naturally on her waist and guides it under the waistband of her pants. you suppress the noise that always forms in your throat when you feel how wet she gets for you, not looking to add interrupting to your growing list of offenses. "that sounds a little like you, doesn't it, baby?"

instinctively, you press deeper into her, unintentionally proving her words to be true, all of your focus narrowing in on her voice and the feeling of her against you. "that's what i thought. so predictable." she keeps her grip on your wrist, pinning it in place as she grinds against your fingers. "you want to make me feel good, yeah?" you nod a bit too quickly. you can't help it. she knows exactly how to get you. "not her? because we can sto-" you're shaking your head and protesting before she can even finish the threat, but her hips still against your hand.

you say everything she'd want to hear. that you're sure, that you were joking, that you had just wanted a reaction out of her. "it's a shame. i would have let you fuck me if you had behaved." she's already pulling your hand out by the time you process what she's said. you protest, but she just hums, busy kissing down the side of your neck, your words turning into a pained groan as she bites down unexpectedly.

if you were paying more attention, you'd recognize that the teeth marks she left just barely peeking out from underneath your shirt collar were entirely intentional. and if you were really thinking, you might even realize that she was keeping you here just long enough for the waitress to notice you had both disappeared at the same time.

she brings your hand to her lips, sucking your fingers clean before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and then one to the still-darkening mark at the base of your throat. and with that she guides your body out of her way, flipping the latch on the door and holding it open as she gestures for you to go first. "c'mon, i'm hungry."

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