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You feel warm, it's the first thing you notice as you start to groggily wake up. It's nice, comfortable even. The second thing you notice is the pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you against their chest, their sent fills your nose. This person, who you presume to be a man, holds you like letting go would mean the end of humanity. With your brain not running properly yet, you snuggle closer into his arms, soaking up any love you can get.
"Comfortable?"
an all too familiar voice mumbles, his hot breath on the side of your face. You freeze, no longer wanting to feel to be wrapped up in his arms.
You don't want to believe it, You refuse to believe it.... Your eyes flick up to his face, meeting his crimson-red eyes. They bore into you lazily, a smirk adorns his face. You swallow and let out a curse under your breath.
You notice a third thing, the man whose arms you were wrapped up in like a Christmas present also happens to be your boss. And not like just your manager- like a boss boss, like could fire you with the wave of his hand, boss. Your lips part but nothing comes out.
You're sure he can sense your stiffness and to remedy that, like the good doctor he is, He places a kiss on your forehead. It's soft, very soft as if he was kissing something fragile, something he needs to protect. He chuckles and the sound makes your heart flutter, It also makes you snap back to reality. You purse your lips back together and furrow your eyebrows.
"sir..?"
Your voice is quieter than you intended, softer too.
"Why am I in your bed?"
he frowns slightly, you wouldn't be able to notice if you weren't so close. The down curve of his lips makes your heart sink, much to your dismay.
"Do you perhaps not remember last night?"
you swallow, you couldn't remember last night. The last thing you can remember is walking into a bar, wearing your favourite blue dress. It was tight but it made you feel desirable, it does help that seem to get more compliments when you wore it. Speaking of which, the dress was tight you should be able to feel it...
"No"
you murmur out, studying his face for any slight change. His face ever so slightly tenses and he lets out a deep breath.
"it seems...we had intercourse"
His voice is smooth and a smug look appears on his face. You on the other hand.. you don't need a mirror to tell you that you're blushing like crazy. You had presumed that, of course, but for him to say it so... boldly, made you want to burn up into ash. he lets out a gentle chuckle.
"cat got your tongue?"
he pulls you closer into him, if he holds to any tighter it'll leave bruises.
"It didn't last night"
"all you could say was 'oh Dot-'"
His words are cut off by you hitting him with a pillow in an attempt to shut him up, it works. If you didn't know any better you would think this place would go up in flames just from the heat of your face. you hit him again for good measure and after a good couple of seconds, finally, pull the pillow away. The first thing you see is his stupid grin and those gorgeous eyes-
"what embarrassed?"
he teases, moving his hands to your waist and lifting you so you're sitting on his chest
"you can't just say things like that!-"
You protest, your voice just above a whisper.
"It's not like it would be any new news, I mean you are loud-"
You hit him again with the pillow
"Okay!, okay! im sorry"
he puts up his hand in defence, laughing brightly. Your heartbeat fastens at the sound of his laugh, his hand moves back down to your waist- holding it firmly and his gaze is locked on you. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's in love.
"I just can't help but tease you"
his smile is so gentle and genuine, you almost can't look away. Too enchanted by his smile to register his hand moving from your waist to the back of your head, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His lips are soft and you can't help but melt into the kiss, as much as you might deny it, you've always wanted to be close to him. To be the person who holds his hand, to wear his shirts, the person who he loves.
'That's just silly, You tell yourself. this is just a fling, he's just using you for pleasure, nothing else
But why does this feel so good? Why do his lips move against yours so intoxicatingly, so hungry? Why oh why do you want to move in for more as he pulls away from you? to feel his lips on yours just for a moment more?
To make him yours for even just a moment longer?
He smirks at you and moves his hand (the one still on your waist) down to your thigh, next to your heat. You let out a breath, clearly not expecting that.
"maybe this will help you remember"