[1.08] Filthy mouth, no excuse
"Parker," she whined, pouting at the door with wild abandon even though he couldn't see her. "Parker open the door."
Nothing. Not even a reproachful stream of four letter words. Just dead air and silence.
"Parker, I swear to God, you're worse than Colby is," she announced, knocking harder on the door. It was more like pounding, but she called it knocking in her head- it made it seem less rude.
Still nothing. He hadn't even turned on the shower, or at the very least the tap, to pretend he couldn't hear her.
"God-fucking-damnit, Parker! Get your ass out here and talk to me or I swear to God I'm going to send Daddy's ass to Hell myself!" This time she kicked the door, one sharp jab with her heel before it opened and she was being yanked forward and then pushed against the wall.
The tile was cold and smooth against her back, but the hands around her wrists were warm and rough.
"Took you long enough to open the door, asshole," she told him. "That PMS bitchy ice queen thing looks so much better on the kid sister, you should just let her play bitch and you can play bastard."
Still nothing except a tightening of the hands around her wrist. "Oooh, kinky, Parker."
"You're so much sexier when you're a bitch then when you're pouting, Ruby," he told her.
She shrugged lightly, or attempted to since her current positioning impaired that particular feat. "Deal with it, sweetheart. Sometimes the bitch has to relax."
"Anyway," she added, stretching forward to lick a line down his jaw. "Gotta keep you on your toes, I know how much you hate vanilla."
Nothing. Not even a reproachful stream of four letter words. Just dead air and silence.
"Parker, I swear to God, you're worse than Colby is," she announced, knocking harder on the door. It was more like pounding, but she called it knocking in her head- it made it seem less rude.
Still nothing. He hadn't even turned on the shower, or at the very least the tap, to pretend he couldn't hear her.
"God-fucking-damnit, Parker! Get your ass out here and talk to me or I swear to God I'm going to send Daddy's ass to Hell myself!" This time she kicked the door, one sharp jab with her heel before it opened and she was being yanked forward and then pushed against the wall.
The tile was cold and smooth against her back, but the hands around her wrists were warm and rough.
"Took you long enough to open the door, asshole," she told him. "That PMS bitchy ice queen thing looks so much better on the kid sister, you should just let her play bitch and you can play bastard."
Still nothing except a tightening of the hands around her wrist. "Oooh, kinky, Parker."
"You're so much sexier when you're a bitch then when you're pouting, Ruby," he told her.
She shrugged lightly, or attempted to since her current positioning impaired that particular feat. "Deal with it, sweetheart. Sometimes the bitch has to relax."
"Anyway," she added, stretching forward to lick a line down his jaw. "Gotta keep you on your toes, I know how much you hate vanilla."