Shawn Dixon

Instead of crushing their lips back together, Lacey leaned delicately forward and brushed her lips teasingly back and forth over his. When she finally pressed her lips flush to his, she made it slow, drawing it out before their makeout grew forceful again. When his hands suddenly gripped her ass, she barely managed to keep in a surprised squeak, instead only letting out a shaky breath. She already wanted more, but she could be patient.

His mind shut off and all internal thoughts whisped away as she finally pressed her lips against his, no more teasing. Her shaky breath let him now she wanted more though he wasn't sure of what more she wanted and what tempo she was in the mood for, again she was confusing him whether on purpose or by coincidence he hadn't decided. He rolled his hips against her core, his boxer briefs clad dick springing up against her. "You're giving me whiplash," he muttered against her lips, his hands moving up to her waist as he pushed off of the door and walked them back towards the bed. "My turn to return the favor."

Lacey bit back a groan. It wasn’t a sexual groan (though she was sure those were probably coming) but more annoyed than anything else. She let her lips slip from Shawn’s, still brushing against his but not with enough pressure to be called a real kiss. “I know,” she murmured, “but based on what’s happening right now, I don’t think you have a problem with it.”

With her back pressed against the door and her legs wrapped around his torso he took the chance to unbuckle his jeans, thankful for the dress she was wearing since it was more than halfway up her back already. He tugged his jeans down towards his ankles before moving his hands to her ass, palming her skin with his hands.

Shawn opened the door and lifted his foot to step outside. In one smooth movement, Lacey approached the door and pressed her hand to it, shutting it again with a smooth click. “Stupid fucking idiot,” she muttered under her breath, but it was unclear whether she meant Shawn or herself as she stepped between him and the door, taking his face between her hands and pressing his lips forcefully to her own.

Shawn being Shawn took two seconds before his instincts kicked in, his anger diminshing as the taste of her lips began to overwhelm him. He placed his hands at her waist before moving his arms further down, cupping underneath her thighs and lifting her up to wrap her legs around him so he wouldn't have to bend any further. "You're.. fucking.. nuts.. you.. know that?" he murmured as they came up for air between angry kisses, his lips not leaving hers for more than a word.

Damn him and those hands. Even when they weren’t kissing, desperately sliding off each other’s clothes, he still knew how to play her. His fingers were placed just a little too high for her to ignore. His slow movements kept her waiting for his thumb to come full circle. He had her this close to giving in, to kissing his stupid lips and letting him hear her moan. Thank God she didn’t, or else it would be even worse afterwards. “Clearly, I did want to. You’re not holding me anymore, are you?” she snarked back. Finding the hem of her dress, she pulled it over her head, letting it settle around her thighs. “You can go, if you want. I’ll just wait a couple minutes.” She glanced over where he gestured. “Thanks.”

"You have to be the most difficult woman in the world," Shawn sighed as she walked away from him gruffly. He was actually surprised she hadn't kicked him in the shin as she passed just to see him wince. "Do you know how many girls out there would kill.." he shook his head, "kill's a strong word. Maybe slap? Slap to be in here with me doing that to them?" Finally he found his shirt crumpled at the base of the dresser near the door. Pushing off of the edge of the bed he made his way across the room and picked it up, slipping it over his head as he realized there was no chance in bedding Lacey again. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket as he walked past her, "Alright, don't stare so hard as I walk out. People might start suspecting things." With one last smirk he stepped out of the room and fell into the drunk and rowdy crowd of party goers. 

Shawn had the upper hand and he knew it, and he was milking it for all he was worth. He retorted swiftly and coolly to her shaky accusation, his facial expression barely changing. “I thought it was implied,” she muttered obnoxiously, but then he did the same thing with his thumb, and she had to grind her teeth together to keep her breathing from spiking. Pressing to her even more, he dragged the tip of his nose along her jawline, his lips only centimeters from her neck. Her breathing was under control, but from the position of his hand high on her waist, Lacey was unsure if he could feel her speedy heart rate. “Thanks for the tip,” she said, regaining a little more stability in her voice even though he was having incredible success in trying to turn her on. She plucked his hand from her waist and slipped between his body and the door to the rest of the room, picking up her dress from the floor. She just hoped he wouldn’t comment on her bright red cheeks.

He shook his head slowly, "Nope. Be more specific next time." He continued with his torturously slow movements, his words slow paced to agitate her more. Even if he wasn't looking at her or taking a clear cut inventory of her body he could tell he was having some sort of effect on her. Her quick breathing she was trying so hard to keep under control, the way her skin was almost leaning into his touch to the point of betraying her denial, almost. Shawn almost groaned in frustration as she promply plucked his hand off of her but instead he bit his tongue. If she didn't give him the satisfaction why should he give her hers. "See, you just had to want to," he said snarkily as he moved past her and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes before he moved on to the task of finding his discarded shirt. "So I'm pretty sure everyone's still conscious out there unlike last time, are you gonna get out through the window or make some mad dash to the door? Anddd your hair thing-" at his words he motioned to his head before nudging his face in a general direction- "is over there."

Lacey squirmed under his touch, shifting against the door. He was trying to hide it, but she didn’t need to see his smirk to know he felt triumphant. He deserved it, though- she was caught completely off guard. “I thought I already said no to round two,” she said smoothly, but just then she felt his thumb glide a little against her skin, tracing the curve there. “You’re doing that on purpose,” she sputtered, trying to shove his wrist away. “That is not fair, Dixon.”

Shawn studied her for a second as she once again told him no, her voice betraying her as he moved his thumb against her skin. "And if I am?" he countered simply not even trying to deny his intentions. "How's it not fair, you said no to sex. You didn't say I couldn't touch you." At the word 'touch' he moved his thumb again, tracing the curve once more for emphasis. He bent forward and traced her jaw with his nose, his breath trailing across her skin as he moved his lips to her ear. "I'm not even holding you tight, you could push me away if you wanted to," he murmured.

Her dress was only a few steps away when, in one swift movement, he slid an arm around her waist and pressed their bodies against the door. She accidentally let out a surprised squeak, biting her tongue immediately in a failed attempt to stamp out the noise. Lacey tried not to concentrate on his arm draped languidly over the sensitive skin on her sides (someone touching her there was a huge turn-on, which Shawn probably knew by now) and instead at his face looming over hers. “Too late,” she replied cheerfully. “Now, can I go put my clothes on?”

Shawn hid the smirk that threatened to grace his lips when she let out a squeak. Lacey was stubborn so there was no way she'd clue him in to the fact that he'd affected her without it being a complete surprise. He of course, knew exactly what he was doing. After sleeping with her twice he thought he knew the ins and outs of what turned her on and what didn't, the location where his hand arm was draped picked out strategically. "Why? We were having more fun here than out there," he countered, his hand not moving.

Lacey groaned, annoyed, as she heard the sound of his waistband snapping from across the room. “Once is plenty, thanks,” she called back sarcastically. Picking her bra up off the ground, she took her time to strap it carefully on, knowing his eyes were trained on her, before she turned around. Giving him the finger, she brushed past him to pick her dress off the ground. “For god’s sake, it’s nothing you haven’t already seen,” she muttered bitterly. The tone of her voice grew lighter, more teasing. “Or am I just too sexy for you to look away?”

Shawn watched as she made a show of putting her bra back on. He'd taken the damn thing off, there was no way it took that long to put on. "It's not rocket science, Lace. Clip the thing on or I'm walking my sweet ass over there and taking it as a keepsake." He laughed once she turned around with her finger trained on him. "Oh trust me I know. I can picture you naked anytime I want remember? And please, you think I didn't feel you ogling my man bits?" he asked with an eyeroll as he pulled his pants up from around his ankles. Once he'd zipped them up and caught on to the tone in her voice he took a couple of meausred steps towards her, his arm wrapping around her naked waist as he pinned her against the door. "I told you not to let that go to your head. Too late, huh?"

"I don’t have a story, so I’m not contradicting it," she snapped. Infuriatingly, Shawn flung away the covers and slipped out of bed, picking his boxers from the ground. Her eyes flicked over the muscles in his back before she could stop herself, but she quickly glanced away, too fast to see if she’d been caught. "Fuck off," she muttered under her breath. Quickly, she got out of bed and slipped on her panties, her back to Shawn.

"Whatever you say Lace," Shawn smirked cockily as she snapped at him. Getting her angry was just too fun for him to stop now. "I'm sorry what was that? 'Take it off'?" he called towards her as he snapped his waistband against his skin and padded towards the next wadded up article of clothing he could find. "Wait wait wait," he stopped, holding up his hands with a frown on his face. "You didn't let me catch the show, at least let me enjoy what comes after the intermission," he said, eyeing her naked torso even though he could only see her back.

"Guaranteed?" Lacey repeated. "Please. You’re good, but you’re not that good." Lacey peered over the side of the bed. Her underwear was only a few feet away, but her bra was crumpled on the floor by the dresser, and her dress was in a pile just inside the door. To get up and get dressed would be a long, embarrassing walk.

"Lace I think you should get your story straight. You're just starting to contradict yourself now. And I actually am that good, thank you very much." Shawn huffed and slung his legs off of the bed, pulling the covers off of himself because unlike her he didn't care for the teasing. In fact he wanted to catch her eyes on him just so he'd have something else to nag her about mercilessly. "You need help getting those?" Shawn smirked as he eyes the crumpled material near her before grabbing his own wadded up pair of boxer briefs and pulling them up his naked body.

Lacey glanced over at Shawn, catching his piercing blue eyes on her. Shrugging off his question, she raised an eyebrow. “You’d take a kiss over twenty bucks?” she joked. “Someone’s getting sentimental.”

He narrowed his eyes at her as she raised her brow. "Or I'm willing to bet that you'll just get me into bed sooner rather than later. Why bet sex when its almost guaranteed I'll get it again?" he smirked.

Lacey tugged at the covers. “I could say the same about you,” she said dryly. Rolling her eyes, she gathered her hair off her neck, twisting it behind her head and letting it fall. “And by ‘exchange for something else’, I’m assuming you mean the obvious?”

Shawn watched her as she rolled her hair in her fingers, his eyes focusing on the twisting and release before snapping back to her face. "It's funny, you think you have me pegged as some oversexed hormone riddled guy, but really I meant a kiss. Who's mind is in the gutter now?"

He shrugged, "I don't know your life, I don't know your schedule," he simply said. When her elbow hit him in the ribs sharply he chuckled. "But you didn't so Ill keep buggin' you until you do. And yeahhhh, you do. If it makes it easier on you I'll take the twenty dollars in four easy installments or two, or exchange the money for something else. I'm not picky," Shawn said giving her a dimpled smile.

Lacey rolled her eyes again. She glanced over at his messy black hair, different locks sticking up at different angles. “Yeah, maybe I did,” she shrugged. “It was messed up in the first place, though. Not like I did anything bad to it.”

Shawn shrugged at her, "All night huh? Hope you didn't plan on going home and burying your nose in books tonight, you should know I don't give up." He gave her a look as she spoke. "At least you took a step in the right direction, you admitted you did it. Not long now until you admit who's better in bed. By the way, you owe me twenty bucks," he mentioned, nonchalantly reminding her of the bet she was so sure she'd win.

With a huff, Lacey rolled her eyes. Part of her wanted to slip out of bed, get dressed, and leave, but Shawn wasn’t semi-comatose this time. There would definitely be ogling if she so much as let the blankets slip. “For God’s sake, I never scratched the crap out of you.”

"There she is. I was wondering where the feisty Lacey had gone," he smirked knowing he was annoying her. "Fine you didn't, you did pull my hair though. Don't deny it, you did this," Shawn said, lifting his hand from his chest to point as his sex mussed hair.