It only took the one text, it always did.

George would send the message and she'd be dressed and on her way within half an hour.

Again, it was a short message just the main beaconing then a screenshot of her Uber, already booked and paid for on his account.

She didn't have a lot of time, hadn't gotten out of her lounge clothes all day, lucky she had showered the night before so didn't need to worry about greasy hair or prickly legs, certain of what was going to happen this time.

Wanting to stay in her comfort zone she picked a colour, going with purple and sticking with it. High waisted purple cargos with an off white cropped top, a purple zip-up over top, even wearing her purple pulse Low Dunks and putting purple eyeshadow in the inner corners of her eyes, sticking with her well known thick eyeliner.

By the time she was actually at his door she feared he had fallen asleep, due to him not answering any of her calls or messages, she had to almost bang down his door to finally catch his attention.

"Took you long enough" she huffed, sliding in past him and out of the cold, "I've only been out there twenty minutes"

"You should have called me" he let out with a small smile, his eyes scanning up and down her body.

"I did" she deadpanned, taking off her shoes and placing them in their place.

"I don't recall" he smirked, stepping closer his hands catching her waist under the zip up, rubbing circles with his thumb, pulling her body into his, catching her when she tripped into him, her hands on his chest and a pout on her face.

"No, you don't answer calls" he laughed at her spat out joke.

She kept the pout on her face, despite him leaning ever closer to catch her lips on his, but she wasn't going to cave that fast, as he moved forward she moved backwards, depending on his grasp on her waist to keep her stable.

"Oh, so now you pay attention" she raised an eyebrow, trying her best to suppress a smile.

"Shut up," he mumbled before dragging her closer, one hand travelling to the small of her back as support and the other gripping the side of her neck.

Their lips met in an explosion, not soft and relaxed but rough and clashing, his teeth hit hers in his hurry, but she didn't care.

In all honesty, she loved when George was like this, something had obviously rilled him up and she was about to find out just how agitated he really was.

George's mind was spinning from the moment she stepped into his house, from the smell of her perfume to the shimmer on her cheeks, every part of her caught his eyes in a different way.

He couldn't help the way his hand ran to the back of her neck, fingers dancing through her hair just to pull her even closer.

The way his hands held her was possessive, he was staking his claim without even knowing it. Subconsciously hoping that his friends on the other side of the world would get the message, that they could look but not touch, he was the only one who could touch her.

It was intimate, it was them two and nobody else.

"Come on," he murmured between their lips, "upstairs"

He finally pulled back, hand taking her own.

"Don't trip"

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Written: 26th May 2022

Published: 3rd June 2022

This took me so long rip sorry