Thou Shall Not Fall

“How the hell am I even playing the victim here? You started at me and I’m gonna defend my damn self. I’m not going to let you walk all over me, throwing old shit in my face. It’s done and over with, we are over just like you wanted. You can’t kick me out, I pay for the rent as well, my name is on the damn lease. You touch my stuff and I’ll be sure to give you hell.” Micaella is on the verge of tears, standing up from her spot, she grabs her empty bowl of cereal and angrily tosses it into the sink. Why did she have to continue on with that damn job? The blame does all go on her, all of it. But for some reason she just couldn’t stop herself from doing something that was hurting the one person she loved most in life. 

“I started it? Jesus christ, Mic,” Scarlett could feel her cheeks burning hotter than her namesake. “You huff and puff, complaining that you don’t want to talk to me, that you can’t fudgin’ deal. How’s that supposed to make me feel? All I’m trying to do is make this work, but fine. You won’t have to see or deal with this much longer. Keep the place and your stuff. Heck, keep my stuff,” Scarlett made a beeline for the living room, not bothering to grab anything else as she continued.“Fyi, you’re not on the lease. You moved in with me a month after I signed, and I ended this for you. I had the indiscretion, yes, but you stopped caring about me, about us, long before that,” 

Chrysanthi was giggling at him from under her blanket.  He’d always had this way about him that made it clear that yes, he was interested, but that he didn’t expect anything from her.  Just as it had a while back, it made Chrysanthi more comfortable around him knowing that he didn’t have any expectations she was or wasn’t meeting for him.  “I’ve got plenty of time.  It’s an all day challenge, so if you don’t mind the company, I’m yours for the next three or four hours,” she told him as she reached under the blanket to undo her top, draping it over the edge of the couch before she went and took a seat.  “And you can take as much advantage as you want… you know… so we can be even,” she reasoned with a slight smirk, though the look on her face would tell him she was just using that as a stupid excuse, she didn’t think she owed him anything.

A lot of things could be done in three or four hours. A lot of things could be done in the next three or four minutes and all of them had his mind reeling. If he knew anything about Chrysanthi it was that she wasn’t as innocent as she pretended to be. Didn’t mean she jump on his dick the second she had a chance, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t either. Drew’s eyes lingered as the material of her bra emerged from the blanket. He could feel his temples ache from trying to catch a glimpse of side boob. It’d be worth the headache. “Don’t tempt me,” he replied, adding the finishing touches to the hot chocolate. “You know your girls are at the top of my favorite things list. Well, just under marshmallows,” He dumped a pile of sugary goodness into his cup and popped one into his mouth as he made his way over to her. Passing Chrys her cup, he sat his down on the coffee table and plopped down beside her. He didn’t hesitate to scoot closer so that his side brushed hers. “How about sharing some of that blanket?” he asks, grabbing the ps4 controller to flick on netflix.

“And dancing counts as foreplay in your book?” he asked, raising an eyebrow before he got distracted watching her react to his proposition.  She really was a beautiful girl… hell, both sisters were.  Rob still had no idea how he’d lucked out to get to fuck both of them.  She looked to be considering his offer, and when she seemingly rejected it a moment later, he simply nodded in understanding.  She was coming closer though, and Rob felt it was his duty to stand up tall, not even worrying about the fact that his morning wood was still rather woody in his boxers.  “Eye contact?”  he asked as she moved in front of him.  He moved forward to place his hand on her hip to hold her in place as he rubbed himself against her gently.  “Not important as hip contact, believe it or not… you want to make sure you have a lot of that, it’s one of the first rules about making an omelet,” he reasoned.  He wasn’t the greatest with words in general, and trying to do the whole innuendo thing didn’t always work for him.  What did work?  Rob dipped his head and started kissing Ximena’s neck, slowly making his way up to her ear.

“Anything that can be used as an excuse to bump and grind counts,” she replied, keeping her eyes on the stove as she settled against him. Ximena grinned as he played along and relaxed into his touch. If his morning wood was any indication she understood why Aaliyah was always so eager. With the three of them, it was no secret Ximena tended to focus on her sister. It was nothing against Rob, that’s just how scenarios played out. They both enjoyed his company immensely, but there was a pang of guilt when she realized she hadn’t been appreciating his presence as much as she thought. It was short lived, that guilt, as kisses trailed to the base of her ear, making her core quiver and the heat between her thighs to flare. Rolling her hips back into his, she sighed with a small unconscious smile, “I think I’m going to like this recipe,” Ximena said slipping a hand into his hair, while the other moved to his hand for support as she rolled against him once more.