Thirsty you were, but why on earth would you take the treacherous, strenuous journey to the kitchen when there was someone who had a deliciously cold drink sitting right next to you

IV was unaware of your antics, scrolling mindlessly through his cell phone on the couch in relaxation as you plot your plan of ‘grand theft water bottle’. IV looks up from his phone once you ask to have a sip, inattentively tracing his index finger over the rim of the water bottles black straw.

“Sure, it’s just water.”

He tells you, picking up the black, metal water bottle from where it was sitting against his thigh, and holds it out for you to take.

In what world should royalty like you have to hold their own cups as they drink? Asinine, purely foolish. So, instead of taking it from him, you move in closer, bending down to wrap your lips around the straw, making deliberate, strong eye contact with IV as you suck. A rather uneasy expression pinches his face as you drag your tongue up the side of the straw in a sensual manner, making a soft noise as you do so. You know what you’re doing. It was all part of the plan after all, but IV just looks at you like you’re crazy, his eyebrows knit up in the most ridiculous expression. You can’t help but laugh as you pull away from the straw with a soft hum, laughing to yourself over his priceless expression.

“What was that?”

He asks, baffled by whatever the hell you just did. He looks from the straw to you, to the straw to you again, where his eyes stay as he shakes his head in utter confusion.

“Why?”

He groans, dropping his phone in his lap to cover his face with his palm as he groans again. The way your tongue moved, the way your lips wrapped around the straw, and the way you did it as if it were flesh. He knows you aren’t as innocent as your giggling may have tried to make him believe, but he certainly didn’t think he’d enjoy seeing it as much as he did.

IV uncovers his face, sighing as he covers his lap with his palm, giving you a shake of the head.

Cheeky you.