That didn't stop him for collapsing down onto the bed besides her to pull on his own shoes probably a very big mistake, considering the circumstances. "You're enjoying this way too much." He informed her, narrowing his eyes and wagging a finger at her. He groaned audibly in frustration when she decided to crawl across the bed, when really she could have just walked to the end. "I guess you want me to give you your shirt back?" He asked with a perked brow, the hint of a smile on his lips, however disappointed he may have been. He padded soflty across the floor to where she stood, gazing around for her shirt honestly, he didn't even know where it was, but he supposed he could find it if he tried. These thoughts raced through his mind as he pulled on his own jeans with much less diffulculty than she had. He didn't know if she should ask her why, exactly, she had to leave, especially at this time, or not. With a small sigh, he ran a hand through his now messy hair and climbed off the bed realising he would have to see her out. "I really hate those." He informed her with a smirk that pulled up the corners of his lips. He chuckeled a litt when she had to jump around by the foot of the bed to get her jeans back on. He rolled over onto his back to watch her scavenge for her clothes. He nodded slowly when she admitted she did, in fact, have to leave. He cleared his throat when he couldn't help but watch her fix her bra back in place, and it was all he could do to not tackel her back on the bed and prevent her from getting dressed again. ((Was just in the pool with her :D I love summer!)) He had to assume there was something wrong with whatever pone call she had just received. "You okay?" He asked softly, not making any move to touch her just yet. Pushing himself off the bed, he moved to lay besides her at the end. He couldn't help but admire the planes and curves of her back, but he ripped his thoughts away from there. Then he rolled over onto his side to watch where she was lying by the end of the bed by her cell phone. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to get his head adjusted to the new change of events. He landed onto the soft but disheveld sheets, head slamming softly into the matress. At first, she didn't do anything until she registered the sound and shoved him off her. He had been reaching his boiling point for not the first time that day and had been about to rip the flimsy material off her himself when a phone rang. It was agaonizing, though he wouldn't lie and say he didn't like it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted that she seemed to enjoy doing that way too much. He had been frozen above her, watching her tease him. He was tempted to just rip them off her but he didn't think that would be normal. He had never hated skinny jeans so much in his life, he thought as he now struggled to get them off her without breaking the kisses he was trailing over her stomach and star shaped belly ring.
Remembering her promise of getting her back for the cat and mouse, he kissed her neck and collar bone before shifting lower where he bit onto the hen of her jeans, tugging them ever lower before he couldn't stand it any longer. He hooked his thumbs into the loops of her jeans and yanked them down, little by little. He took a moment to enjoy the feel of her lips and the bolts of electricity that accompanied them before he turned and all but collapsed onto her. Deciding he'd had enough of holding back and letting her tease him, he sat up with her stradling hip and assaulted her lips with his mouth, tongue tangling forcefully with hers.
His hands had just gotten to wrap around her once more, pulling her closer against him, when she sat back up and slowly started undoing her jeans.
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