For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt.
“Did you hear that?”
He was sitting so close to me; all I could hear was his breath. “No,” I whispered, giggling slightly, but then he grabbed my hand.
His eyes widened, and he gestured with his head toward the rooms upstairs.
“You don’t think – “
His eyebrow quirked up meaningfully. “Honestly. What else do you think they’re doing to make that noise.”
“Ewwwww,” I whined, grimacing and flipping on my back. I grabbed a cushion and crushed it to my face to try to mask the sounds. “That’s my baby sister you’re talking about, you know.”
I felt the pillow being pulled from my hands, my mouth opening to protest, but I couldn’t. Melting into his kiss, I let my wrists be pinned against the ground.
When he pulled away, it was with a wicked glimmer in his eyes. “Well, if you don’t want to hear them…,” he intoned.
I pulled him back down, smirking against his mouth. “Then I guess we’d better make some noise of our own.”
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