#4wordsbeforesex
Nov. 5th, 2011 11:17 am---
“I hate you, okay?”
That’s probably the hundredth time you’ve said that today.
“I mean it this time.”
…And that’s why you’re in bed with me. Yes, it all makes so much sense now. You only keep me around for the filthy, filthy hatesex.
“I’m so going to get you for that-“
I barely felt that slap! I can’t wait to see what you do if you actually, you know, express a feeling like love or something to me.
“I feel offended now. You’re infringing on my masculinity.”
I did no such thing! Now stop protesting about whether or not you have a burning hatred for me, and come here so I can hold you in my arms.
“One day you’ll wake up with a slitted throat and a massive picture of a dick drawn on your face with permanent marker, and you’ll realise how serious I was today all that time ago.”
Ah, it’s… Technically tomorrow, actually.
“Shit, really? We don’t have too much - oh, that feels good.”
See what not talking gets you?
“Now it’s your turn to stop talking, dear. Do that again.”
Happy to oblige.
“I love you really, just- ah.”
I know, I know. Shhh now.