Envy

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The Games We Play


Paul wrapped the black towel around his hips loosely and ran a hand through his wet hair. Chills shot up his spine lightly when a few drops of water dropped onto his back and slid down to the towel. He needed that shower -he felt disgusting every time he got home from work. Luckily it was Friday, so Lindsey and him could relax and just hang out -she ordered pizza too, his favorite.

Lindsey came into the bathroom, her baby blue robe wrapped around her body, hair still wet from the shower -she always looked so good. “Pizza should be here soon.” she smiled, combing out her long hair.

Paul grinned, “Good. I’m fucking starving.”

Lindsey chuckled, a mischievous smirk on her face, “But you just ate.”

Paul rolled his eyes at Lindsey’s dirty joke, “True.” he smirked, wrapping his arms around Lindsey. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and made his hand disappear under her robe.

“Hey!” Lindsey gasped, a big smile in her face, she tried pressing her legs together to trap Paul’s hand as he pressed her snugly against the bathroom counter, his fingers brushing against her slit.

Then there was knocking at the door, which made Paul groan heavily and stop his teasing. “My wallet’s on the dresser.” he mumbled against her neck.

Lindsey smiled, slipping away from Paul and bounced happily out of the bedroom. She was in a lovely mood. Paul drew his brows together and looked in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the scar above his left hip, which always made him scowl. Ignoring it, he changed into a pair of black basketball shorts and decided to see what as keeping Lindsey so long.

“…really? Because I always deliver here and I’ve never seen you before.”

Paul sighed heavily, his arms crossed in front of his chest while he watched Lindsey’s back. She was too fucking nice to tell the damn pizza boy to fuck off and stuck to making painfully obvious body language to get the oblivious moron to back off.

“Yep. Eight months -if I could just have my change-”

“You know, a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t live alone, its really dangerous.” Pizza Boy interrupted her, making Lindsey hang her head slightly in frustration.

“I don’t live alone, I have a-”

“Oh, you have a roommate.” Pizza Boy interrupted her once again. “I bet she’s not as pretty as you.”

Paul’s back went rigid with tension as he slowly started walking up to the front door. Lindsey had no idea he was behind her and neither did Pizza Boy. This asshole was not only making a total jerk out of himself by not letting Lindsey get a word in, but he was hitting on her too. Sometimes, Paul really hated that Lindsey was too fucking nice for her own damn good.

“Oh I dunno, she thinks I’m really pretty.” Paul snarled, opening the door wider so that Pizza Boy was aware on his presence. Lindsey sighed heavily, placing her hand on Paul’s forearm lightly. “Give me my fucking change and get the fuck out of here, asshole.”

Pizza Boy’s eyes widened, “Listen man, I’m really sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t mean to move on, on my girlfriend and make a total prick out of yourself?” Paul tensed up, holding his hand out for the change.

“Man, listen, I’m sorry.” Pizza Boy stuttered, rather stupidly and handed over Paul’s change.

Paul glared at Pizza Boy, “Yeah, okay.” he said sarcastically, “Get the fuck out of here, pencil-dick and don’t ever let me catch you even looking at my girlfriend again.” then slammed the door in Pizza Boy’s face.

When Paul turned to Lindsey, his brows raised, she just rolled her eyes and set the box of pizza on the kitchen counter, getting out plates. “You gonna say something?” Paul asked.

“About what? How you’re a jealous, over-reacting freak?” Lindsey shot back, slamming a couple plastic plates on the counter. “Or how you just made a total ass out of yourself once again?”

Paul glared harshly at Lindsey, “He was hitting on you, and you weren’t even saying anything!”

Lindsey chuckled, putting a couple slices on a plate for Paul and handed it to him, rather forcefully, “He was a kid, Paul, for Christ’s sake! You didn’t have to go all Hulk and scare the shit out of him.”

Paul dropped his plate on the kitchen table, with a scowl. He had lost his appetite. Lindsey just wasn’t understanding why he was so jealous and over-reacted about shit like that all the time. She just didn’t realize how fucking gorgeous she was. She didn’t get it -guys want her, always, no matter what, guys want her. He had to protect her to keep her. He didn’t want to lose her. She was his.

“All I ask is for you to stand up for yourself, Lindsey.” Paul shook his head, “Some acknowledgement would be nice.”

Then it happened -what makes every guy cringe with ‘fuck, shouldn’t have said that’. It almost could have looked like The Exorcist, the way Lindsey slowly turned her head to glare at Paul. And for some reason, his stomach dropped, seeing her like that, “Excuse me?” she asked softly.

“You heard me.” Paul challenged, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he made his way to stand close to Lindsey.

“You want acknowledgement?” Lindsey scoffed. “How about all those sluts that hang on you and flirt with you when we’re at the bar? I’m sitting right there and you just laugh it off! Do you have any idea how that makes me look?” she spat, pushing at Paul’s chest, “It makes me look like a fucking idiotic, desperate to keep you, girlfriend! And you do nothing about it! Nothing! I always have to say something!”

“Don’t push me.” Paul said quietly, brushing his damp hair out of his face.

Lindsey’s blue eyes narrowed in anger as she placed her hands on Paul’s chest again, and pushed hair, causing him to jerk back into the kitchen wall. “Screw you.” she mumbled, turning away.

Paul grabbed Lindsey’s upper arm tightly, making her wince and try to pull away. He pulled her towards him and turned them so she was now pressed up against the wall. His dark eyes intense with frustration and want, he ripped open her robe, holding her hips roughly while he pressed himself against her. Lindsey bit her bottom lip and suppressed the moan hidden in her throat, whimpering slightly when he hoisted her up so she had to wrap her legs around his hips.

“Why do you like seeing me like this?” Paul grunted, roughly pinning Lindsey’s hands above her head with one of his own. He cupped her breast harshly with his free hand and bit at her collarbone.

Lindsey didn’t answer -she knew he didn’t really want an answer, but simply closed her eyes and fought to release her hands from his, to no avail. She gasped loudly when he bit her harshly then ran his tongue over the spot where his teeth just were. Looking down at him, Lindsey watched the muscle in his back constrict and bulge with every move.

She drew her brows together sharply and slid her legs down slightly, catching the back of his knees with her heels and made him fall backwards onto the floor with a loud thump. Lindsey landed on his middle -her knees would bruise for sure, but she didn’t care. She took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his hard, moaning gently when he responded to her kiss, digging his fingers into her hips as he slid her down his body so she was settled on top of his hardening member, hidden under his shorts.

Paul flipped them over so suddenly, Lindsey barely had time to register wheat was going on. “That was a bitch move.” he spat, cupping Lindsey between her legs roughly.

Lindsey shuddered, moving her hips along with Paul’s hand. She arched her back as a sweet moan left her lips at Paul’s teasing, her chest pushed into the air. Paul slid his fingers deep within her body, hitting the deep spot that got him the best reactions and rubbed at it furiously, his thumb pressed snugly against her clit. Lindsey panted heavily and curled her toes, goose bumps raising over her skin.

“Right there…right there…” Lindsey chanted softly, bucking her hips against Paul’s hand.

Paul drew his brows together, covering her mouth with one of his hands. He didn’t want to hear her until he told her to scream. “Shut up.” he growled, sliding another finger inside of her, “Fucking belong to me.” he murmured, pushing his fingers in and out of her body roughly. Deeper and deeper, hitting that spot. Faster. Rougher. Lindsey squirmed and twitched under his touch, her muffled cries barely heard behind his hand.

Lindsey shook with anticipation as she moved her hands over Paul’s, trying to pry his heavy hand off her mouth, but he stayed put. With growing frustration on top of undeniable lust, Lindsey squirmed under him, trying to fight him off with her legs. She bit his hand roughly and finally got him to take it away, with a loud curse leaving his lips.

Lindsey grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair, tugging with all her might until, to her utter amazement, she pulled him away form her and onto the floor. Paul landed on his back with a groan, clutching his head where Lindsey just about ripped a chunk of hair out and grunted loudly, moving his head to glare at her.

“I think you’re losing your touch.” Lindsey spat, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She got up from the kitchen floor and made her way to their bedroom, flicking him off on her way.

“Bitch.” Paul growled, standing up, a devilish grin on his face, nonetheless. Now he knew her game. If she wanted to fight, then she’d have a fight.

When he got back into their bedroom, he found Lindsey dressing into her night clothes -a pair of his boxers and a tank top. She glanced at him, uninterested and tied her hair up sloppily, informing him that she was dead tired and not to touch her. Paul narrowed his dark eyes at her while she slipped into their bed and pulled the covers over her. Fine, if she wanted to play that way…

Paul stormed back into the kitchen and sat at the table, biting into his piece of pizza viciously. If she didn’t want to play, she shouldn’t have started the game, plain and simple. Smirking to himself, Paul decided that he’d give her about ten minutes before she’d come into the kitchen and start a fight or something. But what would she bitch to him about? He’d have to do something to piss her off. He wanted to finish their game but didn’t want to look like a desperate freak.

Finishing off his pizza, Paul put the box in the fridge and slammed it closed, quirking an eyebrow at the loud noise. A slow, sexy grin took over his lips. Oh, he’d piss her off alright.

And so it began for at least fifteen minutes. He worked his way through the kitchen, opening and shutting the cabinets loudly, moving shit around with as much noise as he could muster. A sudden tickle in his throat made him cough uncontrollably and he had no idea how the junk drawer just fell out of the slot thing and landed with a rather loud thump on the tile floor. Odd that nothing fell out of it, though.

Just as he was considering knocking over Lindsey’s flour pot, a loud, feminine cough sliced through the silence. Paul kept his back to Lindsey, a grin sliding across his face. He would put about a million dollars that she was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance with a heavy scowl on those pretty lips of hers. When he turned around, he saw that he was right.

“You’re a prick.” Lindsey said simply. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I was looking for something.” Paul blatantly lied, smirking.

Lindsey glared at Paul, slowly making her way towards him, “Bullshit.” she said softly. “You’re just being an insecure little brat.”

“Insecure little brat?” Paul chuckled, “That’s a new one. Tell me Lindsey, why am I so insecure?”

Lindsey rose a brow, “You’re scared shitless that I’m going to find something -someone- better, out there and leave you alone. You’re scared of losing me, so you go into jealous rages to keep me knowing who is ‘in charge’ because you think I’ll open my eyes one day and realize…there are others out there.” Lindsey answered simply, and then shrugged, “But that’s just a theory.”

Paul nodded, “Very good, Lindsey, you have found me out. Congratulations.” his tone was dripping with dark sarcasm. Of course everything she said was right. They both knew it. He dipped his head down, mere inches away from her face, “But you got one thing wrong.” he said softly.

“What’s that?” Lindsey challenged.

He lifted his arm, pointing to the front door. “You can open your eyes anytime you want to. There’s the door.” Paul said dangerously, “I’m not going to stop you.”

Lindsey’s eyes narrowed as she planted her hands on Paul’s shoulders and shoved him roughly, making him stumble backwards, “Fuck you, Paul.” she spat, “I never loved you, you know that? All I ever wanted was to get away from my father. All I ever wanted was to fuck around with the hot cabinet guy. I’ve made myself something now. I don’t need you. You’re a worthless piece of shit anyways.”

And she walked out the door.

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Paul woke up suddenly, gasping for breath; he couldn’t help but notice how a think sheen of cold sweat covered his body. It had been a dream? A soft body was pressed close to him -Lindsey. Holy shit, it had been a dream. Paul sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. Lindsey stirred beside him, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Paul?” she murmured, sitting up slowly as well, placing a hand on his arm softly. “What’s going on?” she asked sleepily.

Paul shook his head, “Nothing.” he replied softly, now noticing that the sun was just starting to come up. He looked over to Lindsey, his brows drawing together slowly.

“You okay?” she cleared her throat, looking over to the window. She smiled sleepily, seeing the sunrise.

Paul turned towards Lindsey, sighing softly. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, but nothing came out. For some reason, the dream really shook him. Lindsey was looking back at him with a concerned face, her arched brows drawn together slightly while her lips were gently pressed together. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair slowly, tilting her head to the side.

“Baby, what’s going on?” she asked, more awake now.

Paul gently pushed Lindsey on her back, hovering over her, he kissed her lips, his body pressed against her snugly, “Tell me you love me.” he rasped against her lips, his free hand clutching her hip tightly.

Lindsey breathed heavily from Paul’s intense kiss, her brows drawn together, “I love you.” she was confused, he could tell. “What’s-”

“Tell me…tell me you’re not gonna leave.” Paul said softly, kicking himself for sounding so fucking desperate. He needed to hear it, though.

Lindsey framed Paul’s face with her hands, looking up into his dark eyes with her light ones, “What is going on?” she asked slowly.

“I just need to hear it right now, Lindsey.” Paul replied shortly.

Lindsey sighed softly, wrapping her arms around Paul’s neck and pulled him so his weight was fully on top of her, “I love you, Paul Harlow.” she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Paul nodded, burying his face in the crook of her neck, kissing at her flesh gently. He breathed in her scent, trying to shake off the dream for good -honestly, he couldn’t believe how much it had affected him, he really wasn’t one to be shaken easily.

Lindsey chuckled softly, “Okay now that you’ve successfully woken me up, Mr. Harlow…” she smirked, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing him tightly against her.

Paul grinned, chuckling deeply as he captured Lindsey’s lips with his own in a searing kiss. Their tongues sliding against each others lazily while Paul gripped Lindsey’s hip, his other hand buried in her hair. She sighed softly into his mouth, arching her back so her chest pressed against his snugly. Luckily thy had fallen asleep naked together that particular night, so clumsily taking off clothes wouldn’t be an option.

As they kissed and searched each others bodies with their hands and mouths, Lindsey was practically begging Paul to take her, and Paul couldn’t deny her anything. He would give her the moon, if it were possible -anything her little heart desired, he would give to her. So he did.

He slid into her hot body, breathing heavily as she wrapped her legs around him and moaned sweetly, her head tilting back into the mattress. He took advantage of her throat, kissing an licking at her while his pace quickened. Soon, the sweet morning sex had turned into heavy , passionate love making. He gripping her flesh, pounding into her heated, slick channel over and over again, as Lindsey cried out, grabbing onto anything she could.

Her fingernails scratched down his back as he held deep within her, the head of his erection pressing forcefully against her cervix in a most delicious way. She loved when he was buried deep within her, as his lips and tongue teased her achingly hard nipples. His free hand played with her clit, and all the different kinds of pleasure signals just about put her in overdrive.

“Tell me you love me.” Paul grunted heavily as he thrust into her body hard.

Lindsey gasped, clinging onto him as she contracted her muscles around him, “I…I love you.” she stammered, barely able to put thoughts together. “Oh god…” she whimpered, “Paul.”

Paul growled softly, sitting back on his knees and grabbed onto her hips, slamming himself into her tight, heated body, “Mine, Lindsey.” he murmured, “Fucking mine.”

Lindsey clenched her eyes shut, her toes curling tightly as goose bumps spilled over her skin. Her lips parted slightly when a sweet moan escaped her lips and that amazing tingling feeling took over her body. She cried out, letting her orgasm take over her body, shaking and wreathing under Paul as he continued to pound into her, cursing softly and pressing his thumb against her swollen clit.

Within moments, Paul came with a loud grunt, breathing heavily. He pulled Lindsey so she was settled in his lap -still buried deep inside her as Lindsey wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly, gasping for breath, she contracted her muscles around him, milking him for all he was worth. Paul buried his face in the crook of her neck, trying to regulate his breathing.

Slowly, Lindsey slipped her hands down to frame Paul’s face, she brushed her lips against his, both of them breathing heavily. And then she whispered something so soft, Paul barely heard her, “Yours.”

A/N: Hmm, kinda scared you there for a minute, huh?
For those who might be confused…the first part of that was a dream… =]
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