FLAMES

I Do

When you come to the next morning, yawning and blinking in the morning light, the sky clear from the storm the last night- you're immediately greeted by Max's arms cradling your head and your body pressed against his chest. You looked up, expecting to see his sleeping figure and closed eyes- however, you're greeted by his open eyes and hands playing with your hair, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You pause, not sure what to say.

So you state the obvious.
"You stayed," you said softly, and he pauses, collecting his thoughts, not playing with your hair.

"I did." A tiny smirk is heard in his voice, and you move your hand to lay against his cheek. He runs his hand down your side, your bare skin tingling. He leans down a tiny bit, and you capture his lips in a kiss, biting his bottom lip softly and running your hands through his hair.

"Max," you say softly, and he says your name. You press your foreheads together. He squeezes your thigh, mumbling your name.

"I want you."

You look at him again, moving your thumb down his bottom lip. You can't help but wonder if that's all this is- sex. Sex with some very complicated strings attached, strings he'd cut whenever he wanted.

"Do you want me, or do you want to fuck me?" You ask, moving a hand down his chest. His eyes flicker down.

"Why not both?" You gasp a little as he moves his hand to cup your breast, his lips grazing your jaw. You whisper his name, and he pulls away. No more touch.

"I want to go to my place," he mumbles, moving a hand through your hair.

I sigh. "Are you going to wear the mask again?"
He stills, and moves his palm over your hips.

"No."

You sigh, happily. A smile is on your face, and he nudges your head up, pressing your lips together. You cup his head, feeling his hardness pressed against your thigh. You move your hand to try and tug at his length, and he grabs both of your wrists, not breaking the kiss.

"Be good."

He stands up, finding his clothes tossed on the floor and putting them back on. You sit up, holding the sheets on your naked chest. He pulls his plain black shirt on, stretching it over his tall, broad figure. He looks at you, pulling his boxers on.

"Get dressed, so we can go." You listen to him and stand, feeling self conscious when his eyes look at you every few minutes. You're finally dressed- jeans and a t-shirt, and he's in his black pants and undershirt, his black sneakers too. He walks over to you, moving your head up and pressing your lips together. You grip his dark hair, pulling at the shoulder length locks. He holds your jaw, and you pull away, blinking a little.

"You drive me...crazy." He doesn't bother picking up his things, and instead just leaves them scattered on your floor. A marker, a reminder that'd he'd be back to collect them. It made a feeling flutter inside you. You sigh.

"You drive me crazy because of how little I know you." You were being honest. Your eyes catch the discarded mask. "I know you like playing dress up and...I know you like to have sex with me. I think. That's it."

That makes him smile. Bingo.

"I do. Both things, actually, I enjoy very much." He gives you a once over. "Let's go. My house is a bit of a walk."

"Sooo....let's not walk."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"Let's take a taxi. Just for fun."

"For fun?"

"Yes," you sigh, "for fun. Do you know what that is? Fun? Or do you really seriously never get out, or-"