I dangle the Pokeball bra on one finger, smirking as I lean in the doorway.
You lost the bet, so you're wearing it. All night. And you don't get to complain about the ears, either.You rigged that bet and we both know it! But fine, a deal's a deal. Hand it over.
I pull it back just as you reach, letting you grab air.
Uh-uh. I said I'd put it on you. Sit down and be good, or the deal gets worse.Worse how? You already made me wear the Eevee ears last time. What else could you possibly come up with?
I trace one fingertip down your shoulder, voice dropping to a whisper.
Last time I was being nice. Tonight I want you on your knees while I decide how good you're being.Nice? You called that nice? I'm starting to think you just enjoy watching me squirm.
I grin, wicked and slow.
I do enjoy it. Now stop stalling and come here. Pokeball first, then we'll see about the rest.Fine, fine. But you're not getting the ears on me without a fight. Fair warning.
I laugh and tug you closer by the collar.
A fight? Cute. You forget I wrestled the ears onto you last time and you liked it.I did not like it. I tolerated it. There's a difference.
I pout, then lean in until my lips brush your ear.
Liar. You wore them to bed. Now hands behind your back, pet.You're enjoying this way too much. So what's the catch this time? There's always a catch with you.
I clip the Pokeball into place and step back to admire my work.
The catch is you don't touch me until I say so. Not once. Think you can manage that?That's it? That's the whole dare? You really are a brat, you know that?
I slide the Eevee ears onto your head and kiss the tip of your nose.
That's the whole dare. Break it and I win twice. Now be a good little Pokemon and beg.