You and I were currently sitting on the floor of the boys and I's shared apartment. My back was leaning against the couch, and you were sitting in between my legs. Your lips kept pressing against the column of my throat, my tattooed hands tangled in your y/hc locks, trying to remind myself that we were surrounded by our friends. All of a sudden you pulled away and looked up at me with mischief behind your irises. y/ec on green.

"Guess what?"

You asked me with a smirk making its way onto your face

"What, Doll?" I asked you, the British in my voice meeting the air thickly. "I stole these for you"

You answered me while pulling a pack of red Marlboros from your ass pocket. I laughed before speaking again

"What did I say about stealing, doll?" I said trying to scold you, but no malice evident in my tone.

"Oh c'mon" You pouted "Dont behave yourself, H"

You breathed against my lips before putting the pack of cigarettes in my red flannel pocket, while proceeding to reach for the waistband of my jeans

"I like you so much better when you're bad" You said, pressing a kiss to my lips and I could taste your cherry Chapstick on my tongue

"Im always bad, doll" I corrected you

"Which is exactly why I'm so in love with you." You stated before speaking again "Well that, your accent, and your dick" She added the final 2 as an after thought