sephprifti:
— she perched a brow. a thought swirling in her mind, manifesting a totally different persona. “ so, what you’re saying is you’d fuck me if i had more of an attitude ? “ deal, she thought to herself with a wicked smile. jumping off his bed, she threw herself to his closet and began rummaging through it, tossing clothes left and right and pushing t-shirts to her figure and examining how they’d look if fitted onto her figure. deciding precisely on a plain black oversized tee, she removed her clothes, glancing ever so slightly to the side, a simper on her lips as she changes from nothing into his wardrobe. with jimmy choo stilettos gripping her ankle, she struts over to him and straddles him again, pushing his hand beneath the shirt. “ using my place would be less fun, don’t you think ? this way, you can appreciate the sex industry because we always cater to our audience. “
that’s not what i’m saying.” a smirk plays along his lips in spite. she’s always in motion and eli remains on the bed, following her with his eyes alone as she wreaks havoc on his closet. no skeletons in there, at least. again, she’s quickly straddling him. his old shirt, one of his favorites, brushes against him and his hand is easily guided up up, settling against her waist. “i appreciate you plenty, seph. don’t play this game with me.” his words are mumbled into his neck. “i’d rather you just cater to your paying customers.”
