Naughty and Nice | By : insdel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Phantom Planet Views: 1372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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She made sure to lock her door before she glanced around the room. Louie was no where to be seen now. Louie hated strangers and was a great judge of character. He made his first impression, now he wouldn’t come out of hiding until he felt it was safe.
She headed for the stairs, slowly climbing them. She crept silently down the hall while keeping the wall close at her side. She was dealing with a criminal after all, he could be waiting around any corner for her. However, when she reached her bedroom, she was surprised to find him sprawled across her bed, still fully clothed in the heaping red velvet of the Santa suit. Sleeping.
She stared incredulous. “Yeah, make yourself at home.” She whispered sarcastically under her breath. Might as well give him one last good sleep before I have the police haul him away in the morning she thought.
She made her way to her small guest bedroom. She also made sure to lock it’s door behind her and prop a chair under the doorknob just as an extra precaution. She hung her robe on a bedpost then crawled under the covers.
***
The morning sun shown through her window and danced across her eyelids, willing her to wake. She rolled over and groaned hoping against all hope that last night had all been just a bad dream. But upon opening her eyes she found herself still in the guest bedroom. She glanced toward the door, the chair was still firmly in place.
She got out of bed slowly and pulled the covers back up to form it into the look of a small Bed & Breakfast bed once again. She grabbed her robe from the post and tucked it around herself snuggly and tied the sash in a loose bow. The last thing she needed was a mad man seeing her in her small night dress. It definitely wasn’t the sort of conservative thing she would normally wear.
All silk with a deep V neck and high up on the thighs with spaghetti straps. The only reason she wore so little to bed was there was less to get tangled up in; sleeves would twist and pant legs would bunch up. It was just too much of a hassle to deal with when all you want to do is relax.
After moving the chair back to its spot against the wall she unlocked the door and snuck back out into the hall headed for her room. When she looked inside, the Santa suit was strewn about; the jacked on her bed, the pants on the floor and the hat hanging off the doorknob to her bathroom.
He was using her bathroom? Now this was just too much. She marched over and raised her fist, ready to bang on the door. However, once her fist was leveled next to her face the door opened. She froze. He stood motionless in all his glory, drenched from head to toe from a shower. His dark hair stuck out in odd directions. She let her eyes take him in fully, droplets of water still clung to his chest and only moved the slightest bit as his breath went in and out. She followed the clear beads as they lead a trail over every taught muscle down his front until they came to rest on one muscle in particular. It twitched slightly as he cleared his throat. Her eyes shot back up to his. It was then that she realized she had been staring with her mouth hanging open, she looked to the side and saw her fist still suspended in the air next to her.
“Can I help you?” He asked as if he had no idea why she was there, he sounded almost bored.
She looked at him confused, then she decided she better stand her ground while she could, crossing her arms she replied, “What makes you think you’re free to use my bathroom?”
“Well,” he said, “You did say to make myself at home.”
“What?” she asked disbelievingly.
“Last night.” he reminded her as he stepped closer to her. Her arms came uncrossed as she backed up and found the wall behind her. He raised a hand and gently moved her hair off her shoulder and exposed the pale skin of her neck. She shivered as he leaned down so they were face to face. “You said to make myself at home, didn’t you?”
“Well, yes I guess I did, but I -” His hand gave a soft tug on her sash, “I thought you were asleep, I…I didn’t mean it.” Her breath was becoming uneven. What was she thinking, she should have been pushing him away, telling him to get away, she should call the police, but she couldn’t move, she could barely think straight with him this close in this situation.
Another tug on the sash and her robe fell loose, the front opened wide as he glanced down and took in the sight of her night gown and smiled.
“I would think someone that goes prancing around in something like this would mean whatever they say.” He looked back to her face still smiling. “So tell me, what do you do?”
“E-Excuse me?” She stuttered in her shocked moment.
“What do you do for a living? Someone who owns something like this is sure to have a very, interesting job.”
She gasped in disgust, “I teach kindergarten.”
He raised his brow in surprise, “Hmm.”
“What do you mean, ‘Hmm’?”
“Kindergarten? Hmm. Boy did I stumble into the wrong house, I’ll bet you don’t have a single dirty thought in your pretty little head.”
“Excuse me? I have…thoughts.” she defended.
“Oh yeah?” he asked as he stepped even closer. He moved his lips to her ear, “Prove it.” he challenged as he slid one hand slowly up her thigh, under the thin fabric and paused at her hip. His lips remained at her ear, waiting for her to make a move. But again, she was frozen. “Nothing?” he whispered. A second later he pulled back. “That’s a shame.”
She got her fill of the reverse side of him as he walked away toward the hall. Then she heard him call, “And get dressed, I’m making breakfast to thank you for your hospitality.”
She raised two fingers to each temple as she tried to process all that had just happened.
A/N: Happy Christmas Everybody!
~LilyRose~
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