thoughts on fighting with horny subtext?
oooh trying to get under each others skin with specific insults that maybe don’t hold as much ire as they probably should, egging each other on to get closer and closer, not yet touching but daring you to make the first move until we start shoving at each other and gripping each others shirts. the energy of the room being so high strung with the tension between us that we’re starting to get warm and the rose-tint flush to our cheeks would look so lovely in the context in the back of both of our minds. which one of us will snap and end up pinning the other to the wall when the sexual need overpowers the annoyance that originally started the fight? the line between sex and fighting becomes blurry because neither of us can admit defeat










