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You open your eyes 6 minutes before the alarm set on your phone and sigh in frustration. Yesterday didn’t really go as planned. Again. What the hell? 

You turn your head, glancing at the man next to you. Roy lets out a quiet snort in his sleep, nuzzling into the pillow. The sight is so cozy and peaceful that for a moment you have to fight the desire to snuggle against him, feel the comfortable warmth of his body, close your eyes and fall asleep again, leaving all the troubled thoughts behind. Nope. You can’t do it. You have to get up right now if you don’t wanna be late. Cursing under your breath, you crawl out from under the covers, get on your feet and head to the bathroom. 

Probably it’s a good thing that you woke up earlier - you can escape without bothering Roy. If he wakes up, you know very well how it’s gonna end. Same as yesterday. What did you want yesterday? To talk. To finally make it clear how this man really feels about you. And what happened? Nothing new, it’s always the same - you in his bed, his arms around you, his lips taking no mercy, causing you to writhe and moan and fall apart again and again. That’s the way your dates end up every time, since the very first day you met. 

You’re not sure what this relationship is, and the uncertainty is killing you. You always prefer your things sorted out, i’s dotted and t’s crossed, but with Roy it’s hardly possible. Sometimes, he could disappear for days, weeks, and you could be mad at him. You could promise yourself to get the bastard out of your mind and not to answer his next call, but when he calls you again, for some reason you can never resist.

In the bathroom you wash your face and put on your underwear. You look in the mirror and you don’t like what you see. There’s no way you could go to work like that. Thankfully you have time to get home. Back to the bedroom, you pick up your blouse off the floor. It looks wrinkled, and you wince as you put it on. What a mess. 

Before buttoning up the blouse you carefully walk to the bedside table to grab your phone and check the time. Roy’s now lying on his back in the middle of the bed. It always amazes you how much space this man can occupy.

“Uh-uh. Not so fast, sweetheart,” you hear his low voice as he suddenly rolls to your side of the bed and his strong hands grip you by the thighs.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He smirks wickedly, getting into a sitting position and pulling you closer. His lips instantly press against your sternum, making you shiver at the contact. 

“Roy, let go,” you protest. “I’m getting late.”

“For work? Come on, it’s too early to bother.” He leans down, pressing kisses somewhere between your bra-covered breasts, as his hands move to knead your butt. 

“Yeah well I need to get home first,” you explain. “To change my clothes and do my makeup, and…”

“Really?” Roy cocks his brow, glancing up at your face. There are those mischievous sparkles in his warm hazel eyes that you love so much, and you mentally curse again. “I think you’re already gorgeous, no makeup needed.”

“Stop it, Pulver,” you groan, trying to push him away with no success. “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to leave.”  

“That’s the idea.” He chuckles against your skin and lets his tongue trace the soft mound of your breast. You roll your eyes. The man is truly insatiable, and you have to admit his ministrations already made you feel the tingles of arousal. Oh no. It’s happening again.

“You know, I really need to ask you something,” you blurt. Apparently it’s not the best moment for a serious conversation, but if he doesn’t let you go anyways…

“Mhmm… Anything for my princess,” he murmurs, still focused on your breasts.

“Roy…” you reach his head, gently urging him to look up and meet your gaze. “Who am I to you?”

“What… Do you mean?” He seems confused.

“I mean what I mean, I really don’t know how else to ask,” you shrug. “Who am I? A girlfriend? A friend with benefits? Someone you call when you’re bored or horny, or…”

“Whoa, wait. Slow down,” he cuts you off. “That’s definitely not how I feel about you.”

“Really? Because it looks like that’s exactly how you feel.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Are you kidding me? Roy, we know each other for what, almost a year? And I still can’t figure out if we’re dating or just fucking from time to time.”

“Babe,” he looks at you with pleading eyes. “Do we have to talk about it right now?..”

“I wanted to talk about it yesterday, but something went wrong, and we ended up in bed again,” you muttered.

“Maybe not that wrong then…” Roy chuckles, and you sigh. This man never takes anything seriously, nothing new here.

“I’m serious! I don’t know if this relationship has any potential or I’m just wasting my time here… I’m not even sure if I’m the only woman you’re dating…”

“Okay, stop.”

He's up on his feet suddenly swiftly, and yanks you close to his broad chest in one decisive motion, leaving you no chance to protest when his lips crush on yours. You can only moan against his mouth when his tongue shamelessly darts to meet yours. It’s crazy how everything about this man makes you lose control. His touch, his scent. His scratchy stubble and the warmth and strength of his body, so big and firm that it makes you feel small, makes you want to submit to him and forget about the rest. You’re sure he knows it, he’s trying to distract you on purpose, and it takes all your willpower not to give in.

“Not convincing enough?” He asks huskily.

“No, not really,” you mumble. It’s hard to resist Roy’s charm, but since you started this… Oh god, not this soft chuckle of his…

“Fine then. Open that drawer,” he points at the bedside table. “Open it, come on.”

You frown. That’s an unexpected turn, but surely you are intrigued, so you do as he says.

“Uh… What’s that?”

“Your keys,” he smiles. “From this apartment.”

“Wait… You mean…” You stare at him, baffled.

“Yeah. You can come over anytime you want. Does that make sure I don’t date anyone else except you, huh?” His grin turns wider, and it’s freaking contagious - you just can't help but smile back.

“I guess it does,” you agree. “Wow, I… I really didn’t expect that… When did you plan to give them to me?”

“I was waiting for the right moment… And you know, I’m glad I did. This look on your face is priceless,” he laughs and you punch him on the shoulder.


“That might be true,” Roy smirks, “But I’ve heard you love dorks.”

And without any further hesitation he kisses you again. You don’t even try to resist this time, reaching your hands to the nape of his neck and then letting your fingers sink in his dark hair. Roy hums in approval, his hand sliding down your body and under the waistband of your panties.

“Wait, wait…” you whisper, drawing back.

“What now?” You can hear the lust and impatience in his voice, and it turns you on even more.

“I think I need to call to work and tell them I’ll be late today.”