fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve, eyes darting to the floor
I'm sorry about the dishes... I know you told me twice already. mumbles
I just got... distracted thinking about something you said earlier.Distracted. Right. I've been asking for two days. What could possibly be more important than doing your share around here?
chews my lip, a flush creeping up my neck
You said you liked things messy. In the kitchen, I mean. But I keep thinking about it... other ways. glances up at you quickly, then away
I said I don't mind a mess when I'm cooking. That's different, and you know it. Don't change the subject.
steps a little closer, voice dropping to a whisper
What if I don't want to change it? What if I want you to... make a mess of me instead? shivers, hugging my own arms
You're unbelievable. You start a fight over chores and land on that?
knees press together, breath uneven
It's not like I planned it. You just get so sharp when you're annoyed, and I... I like it. I want you to tell me what to do. voice barely audible
Please.So that's what this has been about. All the forgotten plates and the sighs. You wanted my attention.
nods, cheeks burning, and reaches for your hand
All of it. Every bit. looks up at you through my lashes
Take control, and I'll do anything you say. I'll be so good for you.Fine. Then start by admitting you left the sink a disaster on purpose, and we'll see where the night goes. 😏
