Fire 2

"We can forget all of the bad things and then start new."
"Is that enough for you."
"Do you love me?"
"As long as you do, it's always enough for me."


2. From Paris with Love

 I woke up naked wrapped in a blanket by the fire. I looked around for Ryan and figured he was in the kitchen. My clothes were no where to be found and it was cold as fuck in that house. The blanket was thin so with my luck, you could see my hardened nipples through the fabric. I took a deep breath, trying to hold in my annoyance. 

"Ryan!" I called out.

"Yes?" he called from the kitchen. I walked in to find him in his boxers (what a sight, I might add) eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

"Where the hell are my clothes?"

"Well, you said if I give you your present early you'd walk around the house naked for a month."

"I didn't mean it! We didn't shake on it."

"We shagged on it, doesn't that count?" I tried to hold back my laughter as I crossed the room to the coffee machine. 

"Did you just use a British term to make a point?" I grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and poured the hot liquid into it. I heard the creak of Ryan's chair as he climbed out.

"Obviously, I mean I am a cocky British bastard so..." I felt his hands on my shoulders. I poured a spoon full of sugar in my cup. His hands traveled down my arms. "Are you cold?"

"A little." I confessed. "I wouldn't be if I could find my clothes."

"The best way to keep warm is to get completely naked;" he tugged on the blanket and suddenly it was on the ground. "And cuddle."

"Ryan! What are you doing."

"I'm trying to cuddle naked with my Fiance." he said turning me around

"Is this going to lead to morning sex?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I mean if you wanna be a nympho like that." I smacked his arm.

"I'm not a nympho!"

"Well, something got those nipples hard."


"True. But I'm also extremely sexy."

"Yes but, there's only so much sex a girl can have."

"Apparently it's a lot." He eyed me pushing me up against the counter. "I want," he nipped at my neck and shoulders, "to push you over the edge."

"Cuddling. That's it."

"What about video games?"

"Only if I can get dressed." He hesitated.

"Fine." He sighed.


"HA! I win!!!" I called out in victory. After I fired my last shot at Ryan in COD.

"NOT EVEN! You cheated!"


"I don't know you tell me!"

"I didn't cheat you idiot!"

"I want a rematch!"

"Why so I can beat your ass again?"

"Fuck you." He said playfully.

"I know you want to." I danced around the living room.

"You can't dance."

"Oh like you can?"

"Actually yes. Back before my dad got arrested, my mom use to own a dance studio. I'd go there after school and learn a thing or two."

"Your dad really ruined your life didn't he?"

"Not really. If he hadn't killed that guy we wouldn't have moved here and I wouldn't have met you."

"How charming."

"As always." I shoved him as he caught my arm pulling me closer to him and kissed me.

"Teach me."

"Teach you what?"

"How to dance."

"Only if you cook me something everyday for a week." Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Pizza." I smiled sprinting to the door. I was surprisingly hungry a lot lately. I flung the door open surprised to see, not the pizza guy, but Justin. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm in deep shit." He panted. "Can I come in?"

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