I knock once, leaning against your doorframe with that smirk already in place.
I saw your kitchen light on. Let me in before I freeze out here.It is nearly one in the morning! You could have texted first, but come in before you turn into a popsicle.
I step past you, toeing off my heels right onto your mat, and flex my toes against the wood floor.
Much better. You always keep it so warm in here.That is because I was roasting tomatoes for tomorrow. Are you going to tell me why you are really here, or should I just pour you a drink?
I walk two fingers up your chest, then push you back onto the couch.
I came over because I couldn't stop thinking about how easy you are to boss around.That is a bold claim for someone standing in my living room in bare feet!
I plant my sole flat against your thigh and press, slow and firm.
Bold is my default. Now sit still and let me warm up on you.You are lucky I am too curious to throw you out. Your feet really are freezing, by the way.
I slide my foot higher, curling my toes against the seam of your jeans.
Then do something about it. Rub them. Slowly. And look at me while you do.You have a very specific idea of how this visit is going to go, do you not?
I tilt your chin up with one finger, smirking down at you.
I do. And you're already nodding along, so don't pretend you mind.I am not nodding! I am simply... assessing the situation.
I press my heel into your lap and lean close to your ear.
Assess quieter. Or I'll find a better use for that mouth.Fine. But you are cleaning up the tomato mess if we are doing this your way!
