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Carrigan – Fuck You Watson!
Glancing up, I find Priss with her cell in her hand, and a bright smile spreads across my lips. Now that I don’t think she’s evil anymore I kind of like it when she’s a bitch, as long as she’s not being one to me.
“So we’re going to Arlo’s?” she asks, her lips turning down a little at the corners.
“Yeah. You okay with that?”
Inhaling sharply, she nods. “It’s fine.”
Her fingers run agitatedly through her hair, and I’m off the bed and stalking toward her before I’ve even decided to move. Pulling her into my arms I rest my cheek against the top of her head and hug her, hating that she stiffens at the comfort I’m offering her. “It’s called a hug, Priss, just go with it.”
I feel her smile against my chest as she cautiously wraps her arms around my back and relaxes into me, wanting to take the hug, but not at the same time. Refusing to let go of her, we hug until she exhales the last of her tension and melts into me, her body melding with mine.
“I need to get dressed,” she mutters into my shirt.
“I know,” I sigh, reluctantly releasing her and taking my spot on the bed again as she pads over to the dresser and slowly opens the top drawer.
The drawers are full of pretty lace and satin underwear, the closet hung with the outfits she picked the other night and everything else Fitzy dropped off a couple of days ago.
“I didn’t—”
“Fitzy,” I say simply, before she has chance to question where all the stuff came from.
She sighs softly and smiles, lifting a pink underwear set out and pulling it on.
A low growl falls unbidden from my lips, and her head snaps to look at me.
“What?” she asks.
Closing my eyes briefly I rub at my poor, still hard dick and groan. “Fucking blue balls.”
“You’re the one who said no sex,” she says with a smirk, turning and sashaying to the closet and disappearing inside.
“Yeah well I didn’t take peep-a-boo panties into consideration,” I groan, trying to reposition my dick, so my massive hard-on isn’t quite as visible.
She emerges a few minutes later in a black pinafore skirt with a tight white top underneath, her legs smooth and bare. “Do you have a hairdryer?”
I shake my head. “Sorry, baby, we can grab you one and anything else you need on the way home from Arlo and Tally’s later,” I say, jumping up from the bed and pressing a quick kiss to her lips as I head for the door.
“I can’t go out without my hair and makeup done.”
“Why?” I ask pausing in the doorway. “You don’t need makeup, you’re beautiful without it. Plus, we’re only going to Arlo’s. Tally will probably be in a sports bra and sweats with sex hair anyway.”
Her eyes go wide and I laugh, jogging back to her and pulling her out the room as she messes with her wet hair.
The closer we get to the Lexington estate the more agitated Priss gets, pulling her skirt down, flattening her hair, checking and re-checking her reflection in the pull-down mirror in the visor. Eventually I pull my car to the side of the road and turn to look at her. “What’s going on?”
“I’m fine,” she insists, her fingers in her hair again.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me,” I snarl angrily.
“Fine,” she hisses, turning in her seat to glare at me. “I have no makeup on, my hair is like a bird’s nest and my skirt is too short. I’m not supposed to be anything less than perfect, that’s been drilled into me every day for years, so I’m freaking out a little bit. Okay?”
Her pissed off honesty makes me smile. “Your skirt is fucking perfect,” I say, sliding my hand up her thigh and dragging the hem of the skirt up with me, until my thumb is rubbing over the front of her pretty pink panties. “I think you look fucking beautiful. But if you want to get your hair and makeup done for you,” I say emphasizing the word, “then I’ll take you to get it done now. If you think you need to have it done because it’s what your mom expected, then you need to remember that what she wants isn’t important anymore.”
Nodding slowly, her lips part as I rub her through her panties, finding her clit and circling it with the pad of my thumb.
“I need some armor,” she pants breathily.
