rose;

“….Remind me to never order Chinese again,” a very sick Tristan murmured from the couch, his lips pulled into a tight line, praying he could keep the contents in his stomach down. Chinese was their usual, and tonight, they’d decided to try a different place– which was turning out to be a big mistake. “I mean it. I’m never eating it again.”

“I’ll remind you to never order Chinese from that place again.” Rose smirked as she took in the sight of a sick Tristan. The usually snarky, masculine man looked like a small child as they laid on the couch. Gently, Rose threaded her fingers through his hair in a soothing motion. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to get away with it if he wasn’t feeling well. She was feeling nauseous, but not to the extent that he clearly was. “Let’s make a pact --experiment in bed, not when it comes to takeout places.”

“Rose, I just got you into vibrating panties. I think we’re a long way off from me asking to put things up your ass,” Tristan murmured with a rye smirk, letting out a laugh. “You really need to stop reading that shitty book.” Casting a quick glance down to the apex at her thighs, he let out a sigh. “Hell yeah. –Don’t you?” 

Rose shrugged as best should could whilst lying underneath Tristan. The covers bunched up against her hunched form. “You say beads, I think anal. --And they’re not shitty. The men are much nicer than you are.” Her desire for him was making Rose’s resolve waver. She wanted to go out, but she also needed him. “We can be a few minutes late.”

“Next time,” he replied, a semblance of a smile twitching at his lips as he noted her curiosity. He enjoyed the enthusiasm she had for most of what he came up or approached her with; she hadn’t been to keen with the preferences he had at first, but over time, she’d gotten more comfortable, learning to trust him. The groan she released was almost just enough to push him over the edge and make him throw her on the bed so he could have his way with her; he held back his own grunt, placing his hands on either side of him on the bed. “Well, I’m coming, so I guess we’re both getting what we wanted.”

“What if I don’t want something up my ass?” Rose has certain limits. She’d gotten much better when it came to some of Tristan’s tendencies in the bedroom. What once used to scare her thrilled her and there were activities that had once turned her off that she couldn’t get enough of. It was the trust she felt for him that made it all the more appealing. Rose wouldn’t be able to do such things with anyone else. “You want me now, don’t you?” She raised an eyebrow towards him, trying to wriggle around to alleviate the ache her “present” gave her. 

Watching Rose grip onto the chair, Tristan sat back, his hands in his lap. He was pleased with himself for thinking of this, his gaze flickering down to watch her thighs quiver as the buzzing continued. He was tempted to switch to the next level, and convince her to stay in the apartment for the night, so he could have his way with her, but the promise of hot sex in a bathroom where anyone could walk in, was enough to keep him from doing so. He internally groaned, but switch the vibrator down a level. “I’m greedy, babe. Besides… it was this, or beads. Maybe next time.” He reached for her, slipping his hand between her thighs, feeling the faint buzzing against his hand. “Nothing I’d like to do more than bend you over and fuck you right now, because this… this is fucking hot. But since you decided it might be funny to fuck someone else, I’m going to have my fun with you all night long.” He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of the lacy panties, exhaling deeply, before pulling away to stand. 

“Beads?” Rose’s eyebrows shot up at both his words and the dull vibration in between her legs. If Tristan continued to switch up the speeds so drastically, she’d lose it in seconds. Usually, Rose had a good tolerance for his games and had gotten good at not submitting too early, but vibrating panties were much different than him touching her every so often to tease her. Speaking of touching, she felt his hang press against her and let out a small groan. This was going to be difficult. “I didn’t think it would be funny...” Rose chewed on her bottom lip. “I was just trying to get you to come.” 

The slight annoyance he’d felt a moment before was gone when he saw the look on Rose’s face. His face split into a wide grin, watching as she pulled up her dress to study what he’d pulled onto her mere moments before. “I bought you vibrating panties.” Flicking his thumb up, he upped the vibration, hearing the buzzing grow more intense. “I was thinking you could wear these. Since I’m going with you to a bar with your friends I’ve never met before, I might as well get some fun out of it.”

The dull vibration was upped with the simply flick of Tristan’s finger and almost immediately, Rose’s thighs quivered. It was no longer a sensation she could ignore, but a pulsating rhythm right against her more sensitive parts that she couldn’t keep her mind off of. She had to grip onto a nearby chair for support. “Fuck,” Rose hissed whilst chewing on her lower lip. “The promise of fucking me in the bathroom wasn’t enough for you?”

“–You’re giving me whiplash here, Lennox.” Tristan pushed himself up from the floor, moving himself to perch at the edge of the bed. He was quickly becoming exasperated with the woman, letting out an impatient huff. “Well, if you would allow me a moment to explain, without starting a game of Twenty Questions….” Glaring at Rose, he raised the remote and clicked the little button up, not wanting her to interrupt again. 

Rose let out a small yelp when her underwear began to buzz against her centre. “What the fuck?” With her eyebrows furrowed, she lifted up the skirt of her dress in order to inspect what it was Tristan had just shimmied up her legs. They looked like any other pair of black lace underwear, except the seemed to vibrate. And when Rose cast her glance at Tristan, she noticed the small remote he was holding and realized that the vibrations were being controlled by him. “You bought me vibrating panties.”

“Shhhhh.” He watched her slip her underwear down, helping her step out of them. “I should be offended that you don’t see me eating you out as a present, but I’m going to let that one pass. Mostly because I can’t wait to see your reaction to this.” He helped her step into the new underwear, his hands brushing over her skin as he slid them up her legs. Reaching for the remote, he grinned like a kid playing with a new toy. “You can open your eyes now.” 

Just as quickly as she slid her own underwear down, Rose felt Tristan slide up a new, slinky pair up her legs. Did he buy her a new pair of underwear? That was certainly a gift of sorts. “So you’re not eating me out?” A small sliver of disappointment radiated through her as she opened up her eyes. “What?” Rose arched an eyebrow at Tristan. “You bought me new underwear? Is that it? For all the pairs you’ve ruined?”

“I can say the same about you,” Tristan admitted, a faint smile on his face. Going down to his knees, he kneeled before her. “Take off your underwear. –Don’t open your eyes.”

Rose hated how her heart faltered slightly when it became evident that Tristan’s “present” was no more than a mechanism in one of his sexual games. “Going down on me isn’t much of a surprise or a present, but I’m not complaining,” she stated as she wriggled her underwear off of her hips and let them fall down her legs to the floor.

“Mhm. That’s right.” His features were pulled into a devilish smile, his usually cold blue eyes warm as he waited for her to do as he asked and close her eyes. Once she obliged, he pulled the underwear from the box, and shook out the little vibrator, along with the remote that controlled it. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.” They were words Rose had spoken to Tristan previously --she trusted him implicitly, especially considering what she allowed him to do to her. Rose put her faith in him and so far, he’d done nothing to make her regret it. A few spats here and there weren’t going to take that away. “You’re driving me insane.” The longer she kept her eyes closed, the more her curiosity was piqued. 

“Was she thirteen? Thought she was fifteen, maybe sixteen. But nope, I like women. Women with curves and edges.” His gaze raked over Rose’s body once more, grinning as he settled upon her visible assets. He nodded. “Yep, a present. I know, but this… is a special one.” Standing, he went over to his closet, pulling out the box from inside, and from it, he took a package. Sauntering over to Rose, he smirked as he held it behind his back. “Close your eyes.”

Rose’s insides did backflips as Tristan eyed her form with an appreciative glance. Despite being an asshole to her, her worshipped her body. More often than not, she played up her ample chest or her toned behind just to catch a glimpse of that gaze of his. “A special one?” Her heart began to race even more. This was unlike Tristan and quite honestly, it scared her. They weren’t tender with one another, nor did they give each other special trinkets. Could he be paying more attention to who she was rather than her body? It was possible. “Alright.” Rose closed her eyes and waited.