#kemi:thread

She fucked up. She knew that--from the moment she found herself  looking forward to seeing Nathan. Knew it from the moment she spotted the other woman standing a little too close to him and felt her skin heat up-- knew it from the way the other had accosted her in the bathroom. But her reaction to her jealousy and his behaviour wasn’t distance--it was to whisper her angry promises into his ear. Promises of bonfires and destroyed belongings. Her reaction to listening to a very detailed account of Nathan’s most recent-- or ongoing--relationship with the tall russian woman was to storm out of that stupid party, go home--pour gasoline over his suits and light them on fire. She was fond of the clawfoot bathtub. It was a beauty. But then so way she, poised on the edge of the counter in intricate lingerie, illuminated by the flames of the small fire she’d started. She let’s out a small growl when he waltzes into the room. 

“You’re a bit late to the party.” She’s tempted to fling more of his belongings into the tub. There’s something therapeutic about it. She picks up a tie and throws it into the flames. 

“You should go back-- get her to suck your dick in front of everyone-- stellar finish to the evening don’t you think?.” 

She lifts a watch-- lets it dangle off her finger. 

“Babe. I’m bored.” She pouts slightly before sitting herself on her husband’s lap-- her legs dangle off the edge of the sofa. “i’ve worked all day-- put our little monster to sleep. my ass is exhausted  and desperate for grown up conversation.” she gives him a mischievous smile, her head lolling back for a moment before it finds a place against his chest. her hands toy with his curls as she sits there, breathing against him. 

kemi really should be protesting. she knows that getting arrested for public indecency is a bad idea– all the time. knows that they should have made it inside her house– and that she shouldn’t be pressed up against the leather seats of a limo, with her panties dangling from the champagne bottle. she watches them– the predatory way they take her body in as they slide the gown up her thighs and spread her legs apart. “fucking–hell–” she’s soaking already– but she tends to be–for them. tends to always be already in drive– with every single touch. their touch is feather light– and then– firmer–they rub her clit gently and it causes her to shudder against the seat– and moan a little too loudly.

poor driver.