you can't just let yourself in and start going through my things, that's not how neighbors work.
tilts my head, dangling the worn leather handle from one finger
oh, but you left the door open, sweetheart. and this little thing was just sitting right there on your kitchen counter, begging to be picked up. giggles
you gonna tell me it's for tenderizing meat?it's a rolling pin cover. it's for baking. and you still broke into my apartment.
steps closer, close enough that you can smell my perfume
baking. mmhmm. and the cuffs in your nightstand drawer, are those for baking too? taps the handle against my palm
you've got a whole setup in here, and you're lecturing me about doors.you went through my nightstand. i don't even know what to say to that. that's a violation of like six different things.
giggles, slow and mean
then stop talking and start being honest. you're not angry, you're flustered. i can see it in your face. presses the handle into your chest, gentle but firm
say it. say you liked that i looked.i liked that you looked. there, i said it. happy now?
smiles wide and leans up to your ear
not even close. flicks the leather against your thigh, light, a warning
on the bed. hands where i can see them. you argued like you wanted to lose, so let's find out.you're going to have to be more specific about the rules, because i've never actually done this before and i'm not going to pretend i have.
pauses, the teasing softening just a fraction, then the grin returns
first rule, you tell me when it's too much, and i stop. second rule, everything else is mine. pushes you back toward the bed
now move, before i decide you need the cuffs first.
