InsaneJournal

He was brooding, I noted, vaguely amused by the notion. He was always brooding. Pressing down a grin, I slid into the seat beside him and wrapped my arms around him. “Moping is unbecoming, hun,” I murmured into the skin beneath his ear before giving him a tiny lick.

“Flirt,” he said tonelessly, not even turning to look at me. Disappointed at his lack of reaction, I thought I’d try something a little bolder. “Shameless,” I said softly, sweeping my palm down his chest to the hard plank of an abdomen and beginning a slow rub. Nothing obscene but just the right note of invitation for more.

My lips curved when I felt his shoulders tense. Whatever troubles he may have had, he was much too uptight about things, and I was determined to have him forget them all tonight.