'Oh for the sake of momentum, I've allowed my fears to get larger than life...'
"Bye Sam!"
"Hope you can come on the next shoot Sam, that was fun."
"SAM-O! Call me buddy, we'll talk about the next shoot! Great work buddy!"It's like having a fan club, with unnerving amounts of very beautiful women that I can't touch, and one really annoying bald guy who won't stop calling me 'Sam-O ( Read more... )
"Hope you can come on the next shoot Sam, that was fun."
"SAM-O! Call me buddy, we'll talk about the next shoot! Great work buddy!"It's like having a fan club, with unnerving amounts of very beautiful women that I can't touch, and one really annoying bald guy who won't stop calling me 'Sam-O ( Read more... )
Oh for the love of sex, can he just say it?
"What would you like me to do about that?"
He's not as shy as he's acting. Ever. We have a daughter to prove it. You really think he'd be about to say what we're about to do if he wants it that bad. And this hinting around thing is driving me crazy. He's not the only one who had to behave for a week, I did too. I know a lot of men who would have jumped at the opportunity if I'd called them up and told them that my boyfriend was out of town. A lot. Like a whole, god damn little black book of men with weird names and hot bodies. But I wasn't tempted to call any of them. Not once. I knew that Sam would most likely be home at the end of the week, and that if he wasn't I could have sued him for emotional damage.
Behaving himself is not a plus, it's an expectation. I'll be good as long as he is. When he starts not being good, I can be violent. I'm good at that.
"Hmm...what can we do about the costume?"
So I'm mean. I know I'm being a little bratty right now, but he's won. Completely and totally. I'll take off the costume, hell, I'll get rid of it entirely if he tells me to, but I'd like him to stop beating around the bush and just do something. Preferably me. Right now.
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That. Is freakin'. It.
I have endured long enough here, and I'm done behaving myself. I rolled my eyes. "Alright Car, if you want to play it that way." I stood, picking her up, and throwing her over my shoulder. Not the first time I've done it, but damn it, if I don't do something, I'm looking at a cold shower.
"I suggest we go take the costume off, and take it from there." I said, as I started for the bedroom, rolling my eyes. I'm sort of expecting cold shower hell, but I'm pretty sure she wants it too, so I'm safe.
"What do you think?" I said as I headed inside the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me as quietly as I could, so I didn't wake Julia. Once she's out, she's usually out, but I'm not taking any chances.
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Before I could answer, Sam was picking me up and carrying me--not in the most romantic way possible, but I like it when he's assertive. The hard part is getting him going enough to actually be assertive. I mean, sure. I could kick his ass if he tried to get me to do something that I didn't want to do, but by now he should know there are so few things on the 'I'll beat you ass' list that he's safe no matter what he tries to pull.
But his carrying skills could use a little work. He's obviously not paying much attention to anything other than what's going on in his head.
"I suggest we go take the costume off, and take it from there."
Okay, that's better. So much better that I don't care if I have to admit defeat right now, it's worth it. It's been a week. I'm young and pretty, and I shouldn't have had to wait that long in the first place...
"What do you think?"
"You wanna know what I think?" I asked, looking up at Sam as he laid me down on the bed. And God, I missed this. I pushed myself upright and reached over to grab Sam by his shirt and press my lips against his.
"I think you won. I think you should fuck me."
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