Open That Bottle Night
“Aww,” he cooed jokingly, not admitting how impressed he was at her knowing his schedule, “did you miss me?”
Clarke snorted. “Your dick maybe.”
“Touché,” he laughed.
“The point is,” she continued, “there is this fun holiday that I thought would be perfect. It’s called Open That Bottle Night. Basically, you use it as an excuse to use one of the bottles people save for a special occasion and then never open. And I couldn’t help noticing you have at least ten bottles collecting dust.”
“I resent that,” Murphy complained. “I always keep my place very clean.”
“You know what I mean, Murph.”
“You’re right,” he said. “Alright, your holiday sounds fun. And I’ll do you one better. How about if I make us a nice dinner too? We can get a little dressed up and I can have fun getting you off in fancy clothes.”
“That sounds perfect,” she replied, a bit more breathy than before. “So be here at seven?”
“It’s a date,” he said but then stumbled over his words. “Well, not a date but just you know-“
Clarke cut him off with a laugh. “I know, don’t worry. I’ll see you Sunday.”
When she hung up he groaned and fell back on the bed again.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed. He might be in trouble.
Moodboard by @sparklyfairymira (beacuse I could never lol).
Written for @t100holidayhookups for February.
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