Notes: This is just a little "tag along" to Game of Chance. I took the following lines and wrote the scene between them: "It's late-or early? Shit, I need to be at work in a few hours. Wanna sleep a bit?" / "You brought me over…to sleep?" So, did they really sleep? Song credit goes to Boomkat "Wasting My Time."Insomniac
[I don't think you understand
that what your doing is not so cool
you think it's funny to mess with my mind, don't you
you know I like you so you just tease me (la da da da da da da da)
you give me just enough to hang on and on]
The moonlight filtered in subtly through the parted curtains, just lighting the room enough to see shapes but not enough to see details.
Contessa lay sprawled across Marshall’s chest, her fingertips idly caressing the planes of muscled chest.
“I wonder if you know how much I enjoy being with you,” she whispered inaudibly.
Despite being worn out, and feeling tired, sleep hadn’t claimed her, and so she laid awake feeling Marshall’s arm around her waist and listening to the soft sounds of his even breathing.
“I think you do,” she continued. “You couldn’t be so nice if you didn’t. Of course, you sure can be an ass…” her voice trailed off as she put off the nasty memories for the harsher rays of day.
“You wouldn’t let me into your home if all it was was sex,” she affirmed.
[when you're just wasting my time
you're simply wasting my time
so quit wasting my time (oohh)]
She pressed her lips lightly to his torso, just feeling the texture and tasting the salt from his skin. His arm curled tighter around her body, and she clung to him desperately.
“I wish you hadn’t waited so long to finally come to your senses,” she murmured while sliding her palm across his stomach.
[do you hear me when i say ohhh
so let me ask you something
do you think i'm pretty or dont you
do you want to get with me or not?]
He stirred slightly, and her eyes widened.
“Why aren’t you sleepin’?” he said gruffly, his voice roughened by sleep.
“I can’t,” she shrugged.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’. Go back to bed.”
“I’m already in bed,” he pointed out, the sleep fading from his eyes and mind. “So, what’s on your mind?”
She sighed.
[Are you just wasting my time?
(Can't go on like this no more)
you're simply wasting my time
(Can't be just another girl)
so quit wasting my time..
(wastin my time)]
“Am I special?” she asked.
“Huh? Oh, c’mon, ‘Tessa…”
“I mean, am I something to you?”
“Of course you are,” he assured her.
[and what have you got to say
well things have got to change
see this just isn't right
i don't want to have to fight
and i think i better go
cause this aint working anymore
and im sorry, sorry, sorry oh oh oh]
“Prove it,” she challenged, sitting up.
“Just how do you suppose I do that, hmm?”
“You’re the lyrical mastermind, think of something.”
“What if I show you how much I like you instead?”
“I think that could work. I really do like it when you we play show and tell…” she giggled as Marshall’s hand brushed against her bare breast.
“Dre is going to kill me when he finds me nodding off in the middle of the meeting tomorrow.”
“Good,” she grinned wickedly. “Now, stop being such a tease and get to the good stuff,” she added and wrapped her hand around his length and felt it pulse beneath her touch.
“I’m not the only tease around here,” he replied.
“I remember, Marsh, I only make promises—I never tease,” she seriously and gave him a fiery kiss that had them both scorching and their passion rising to overheated, near-boiling points.
“I’ll definitely remember that.”
The End.
Author: zines@aol.com
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