Woe Is Me

You’re impossible.

Only for you, Miss Wexler.

Let’s go get burgers? That’s my last request, promise.

Alright, burgers I can agree to, but I’m making them put candles on top of the buns, just so you know. 

It’s my birthday, don’t be mean.

Oh so now you’re using the birthday excuse. Any other requests?

A lifetime? Look at you, Mr. Commitment. 

Well, maybe not a lifetime. Maybe like 10 years before me and Adriana Lima lock eyes and fall madly in love.

See why I didn’t want anything special? I’m obviously way too complicated to please.

Well I’ve got a lifetime to try to please you anyways.

Wow, it’s like you don’t even know me. I obviously want all of my exotic animals to wear signs that spell out the message. C’mon.

Sounds like I’m gonna need a lot more exotic animals then. Might have to replan the whole thing.

Diamonds, since you’re insisting.

Of course you’d want diamonds first, should I get down on one knee too?

I wouldn’t be opposed to a little birthday sex. See? It sounds like a hell of a day already.

I mean there might be some more plans than just that, not that I made plans or anything.

Doesn’t matter. I’m not excited, you’re just getting me a card. It’ll be really grown up and boring and great.

I mean there’s also birthday sex, which I personally think is always exciting.

We probably don’t have much time to celebrate anyways. We’re moving soon, remember?

There’s always time to celebrate, and moving’s not really a big deal.

It’s almost my birthday...

If you’re not excited then we aren’t celebrating it, you’ll just get a card from me.

“You’re so full of yourself.” Though he didn’t need to hear that from her to know that it was the truth. Gemma was much more focused on the fact that he hadn’t pushed her off of him and chastised her for trying to start something when there was a baby present in the room. Truth be told, she just wanted a few minutes with him. There was so much going on, with him graduating, them moving, her trying to figure out her schooling situation in California, that it felt like they hadn’t had much time to be fun. She missed being carefree and just utterly consumed by him. Her hips rolled against his again as she grinned against his lips, shaking her head as she pulled away to speak “Don’t pin this on me. You’re enjoying this just as much as I am.” Her lips trailed down to his neck as her fingers moved beneath his shirt, brushing against warm skin and sliding down over the waistband of his boxers.

“You love it, don’t try and deny it” Carson said with a proud smirk as he poked her side lightly. It was no secret he was a confident guy, sometimes bordering on arrogance, but that had always been part of Carson’s charm. “Just because I’m enjoying it doesn’t mean I know we should stop” Even as he said the words he did nothing to actually stop her, mostly because he was far too distracted by the way her lips moved to his neck. Soon enough he grabbed hold of her wrists, pulling them up as he raised his brow at her, “Something tells me you would be willing to go all the way so I’ll be the mature one this time around and stop” He said with a smirk.

“There are good looking nice guys out there, you know.” She actually let out a laugh when he spoke again, “accents suck?!” Gemma rolled her eyes “So you wouldn’t be all over me if I had a cute little French accent right now?” She arched an eyebrow at him accusingly, knowing that guys were completely weak for that kind of thing. Her features softened a bit and she couldn’t help but smirk, avoiding his gaze entirely and not even responding. She honestly didn’t know what she could say that wouldn’t make her look like a lovestruck idiot- something he’d get way too much satisfaction out of. One thing Gemma was seriously going to have to work on was her pride. “Mm, I can be quiet” she whispered in return, her hips rolling against his own as their lips met again. The brunette pulled away to glance over at the baby, who was still fast asleep, before giving him a small smile and sliding her hands down his chest slowly. “Can we just agree now that we’re going to hell?” She teased quietly as her fingers worked to remove his belt.

“Maybe, but there aren’t any as good looking and smart and amazing as me, and definitely none with eyes as blue as mine” Carson said with a smug look planted across his face, though that was mostly his ego speaking. “No, not at all. Accents don’t do it for me. If you had a cute little French maid outfit I might be all over you though” He added, wiggling his eyebrows at her in a flirty motion. Carson really doubted either of them could be quiet, and as Gemma rolled her hips into him, he let out a soft groan that seemed to prove that point exactly. “You’re a tease” He whispered against her lips as his hands only encouraged her grind against him more, though it was practically torture by now for him. “I’m not going to hell, you’re the one who’s clearly trying to seduce a poor innocent guy with a child present.”

“Always going to be there for me except for when I want flowers and romance? No. That guy sounds like a jerk.” Gemma pushed his finger away. He wasn’t awful in the romance department, but if her saying that was going to push him towards trying a little harder then she wasn’t going to stop him. “Dude. Wolverine! Not to mention that accent, he could get me to do anything with that accent.” She was mostly teasing. Honestly it wasn’t fair that he got to openly fantasize about models in her face and she couldn’t do the same to him, though she mostly did it just to get a rise out of him. “If I don’t get a pass, you don’t get a pass. We’re stuck with each other.” Gemma crossed her arms over her chest- as if they weren’t stuck with each other already. She kissed him again, slowly guiding them back towards the couch without moving her lips from his own until she decided to speak. “I’m just really touched. It was sweet.” Instead of taking a seat beside him, like any other sensible person would do when there’s a baby in the room, she opted to move over his lap. There was an almost sly smile on her face as her arms moved around his neck and she spoke again. “Not in the mood, not at all.” 

“But he’s a really good looking jerk, which makes it better, right?” Carson teased with an innocent smile. “Wolverine sucked, and pft accents aren’t that great” He said with the shrug of his shoulders, though of course he understood why Gemma would be attracted to such things, but despite his constant denial of jealousy, he did at times feel it. “Being stuck with you is exactly what I want” He smiled, it was hard to imagine someone like him completely tied down to one girl, but with Gemma he hardly ever even had the urge to stray. She was exactly what he had wanted in a girl and he really couldn’t ask for more. As she climbed onto his lap, he set his hands on her sides, raising his brow at the bold move, “You’ve gotta be quiet, the baby might wake up” He whispered against her lips before kissing her again, this time deepening it as he let his hands wander up the back of her shirt.