Intimacy with Roman was... nonexistent. It was just something you'd come to accept.

Today, though, it got brought up in front of the family, and you made a few jokes about it. It must've ticked Roman off, because as soon as you were back in your room, it was all he could talk about.

"Rome-" You interject, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, lying on the bed as you scroll on your phone. "If you're gonna go all neurotic on me, I'm gonna have to crash at one of my friends' place." You're joking, of course, but it sets him off even further.

"Alright, let's fuck." He says suddenly. You don't bother looking up from your phone. He's always crass like that. "Yea, totally." you reply sarcastically. "We do the sex so well, so, that's a great idea."

He gets up, walking to the bed. "Alright. Come here, you hot fucking piece of shit."

Before you can even react, he jumps onto the bed and on top of you, swatting the phone off your hand. His lips crash onto yours, and his awkward and sudden position makes it so that his fingers are digging into your waist painfully, making you push him back.

"Ok, ok! Easy there. Wolfman." You tease, chuckling. He climbs off sheepishly, his gaze immediately averted. "Sorry." You continue laughing, finding his attempt funny.

"That was awesome." He says in a pitiful, sarcastic tone, laying on his stomach and covering his face. "I'm so fucking good at this." "Aw." You laugh, patting his shoulder. "You were just... squeezing really hard with your finger." "It was really sexy." he continues, making you laugh more. "Oh, how I just took you."

He sits up on his knees, looking at you through his lashes with a slight vulnerability. "Um, do you- wanna, though? Can we-?" He asks quietly. You don't catch the sincerity in his tone, just continuing the mockery. "Okay. Do I want to... make love...?" You tease, making him groan. "No. Wow." He flops over on his stomach again, now facing away from you, burying his face into the pillow.

Your smile fades. Maybe you pushed it too far this time.