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flip zimmerman

A/N: this story is set more in modern era rather than the 70's like the movie. Here's a sexy little short for you :)

The rain pattering against the window of your bedroom stirs you from your sleep. You smile and burrow further into your covers and into Flip's side. These mornings were you're favorite, the cold and dreary days where you would stay in bed forever cuddled alongside Flip. Except this morning he had to work, and you were determined to make sure that he ends up staying home. He hadn't had a day off in weeks and you missed him a lot throughout the day, especially on a day like this. His alarm starts going off, waking him up. As he reaches over to grab his phone, you crawl on top of him, straddling is waist and laying on his bare chest. 

"No," You mumble, wrapping your arms around him. 

"Sweetheart I have to go to work," He says, his voice still laced with sleep. 

"No you don't," You say.

He sighs and wraps his arms around you.

"I know, I don't want to go but I don't want to get fired either," He says. 

"Then don't. Stay here in bed all day. With me," You say.

"That sounds a hell of a lot better than going to work but I can't. I have to take a shower," He says, starting to push you off of him. 

"Five more minutes," You say, sticking your bottom lip out and staring at him with a look you know he can't resist. 

"Fine," He says, kissing the top of your head. 

You sigh happily and lay your head on his chest again. He traces shapes into your back and you hum in content. That five minutes ends faster than you'd hoped and he starts to get up again but you have a plan. You start to kiss his chest, moving up to his neck. He freezes, grumbling in satisfaction. You start kissing his jaw and running your hands up and down his chest and stomach, tracing his muscles. 

"Sweetheart," He says in a warning tone, making you excited.

"Yes?" You ask innocently. 

"What are you doing?" He asks. 

"Just having fun," You say. 

"Come on now," He says, trying to make you stop but you shut him up with a quick roll of your hips into his. 

His breath hitches in his throat and he forces down a moan. 

"We can do this all day if you call in," You say quietly. 

"I--I can't," He says. 

"Yes you can. You just won't," You say. 

You still work on his neck and jaw, sucking dark hickeys into them both as you start to speed up the rolls of your hips. 

"I would stop if--if I were you," He says, his voice becoming serious. 

His hands go to your hips and squeeze them tightly. 

"It feels like you don't want me to stop," You say, referring to the tent growing in his boxers. 

He swallows thickly and groans when you continue the motions of your hips again. 

"Call them, say your sick, and won't be coming in today," You mumble into his skin. 

"Baby--" He starts but you stop him by slipping your hand past the elastic of his boxers.

 "Do it," You say.

He scrambles for his phone and quickly dials his work number. As soon as he hangs up, he flips you over and is inches away from your face.

"You're in trouble," He smirks.

You spend the rest of that rainy day just as you planned, just with a bit more fun involved.