Envy

A/N: I’m still working on the chapter about the bet and all that. This is just a quick little ditty I wrote to get the writers block funk for Destiny out of my system. Love it.
Enjoy!


Banana Disco


Paul groaned, pouring hot coffee into his mug, scratching the back of his neck. He fucking hated mornings. Especially Monday mornings. Those were the worst. Lindsey kept fucking talking to him all night about something ridiculous that happened at work that she was obsessing and over reacting about, and being the ever devoted boyfriend, he sat up and listened. He couldn’t ever let her go to bed angry anyways, he always felt like shit. Even if she wasn’t angry at him.

He looked to the clock, realizing he had to leave in about twenty minutes. “Fuck.” Paul grunted, sitting down at the kitchen table. He loved using the word ‘fuck’ at times like these.

“Good morning.” Lindsey smiled as she came into the kitchen and bent down, kissing his forehead softly, “What time do you think you’ll be home?”

Paul half glared at Lindsey, who seemed to be too fucking happy for her own good. “Probably six.” he responded taking a sip of his coffee and started shuffling through the newspaper. “Where the fuck is the Sports section?” he sighed heavily, slouching in his chair.

Lindsey’s brows shot up slightly, “Sorry.” she coughed lightly, a small grin playing across her mouth, and handed him the Sports section she had in her hand, picking up the front page instead.

Paul grunted at Lindsey and opened up the paper, sighing heavily. “Fucking tired.” he mumbled.

Lindsey hummed in response, sitting at the table as well with her newspaper section, a glass of orange juice and a banana. Her usual breakfast. Turning the page, she read a particularly interesting article and started peeling the banana, rather distractedly.

Just as she was about to take a bit of her banana, Lindsey gasped loudly. “Oh my god!” she breathed, placing her hand on her chest.

Paul looked up, taking a sip of his coffee, “Huh?” he asked.

“Someone in Boston shot a father holding his baby! The baby got hit in the stomach!” she gasped, holding up the newspaper, “That’s terrible…oh god, six month old baby girl…in critical condition -liver damage.” she sighed, biting her bottom lip.

Paul sighed, reaching out to hold her hand, “There are sick fucks out there, baby.” he said quietly, shaking his head. “Here, don’t read that shit, take the Sports page.”

Lindsey, being the good hearted person she was, always got so worked up over headlines and tragedies. She cared too much sometimes and always let the outside world get to her. Lindsey nodded, sighing heavily and took the Sports section, opening it up, and took a small bite out of her banana.

Paul sat back, nursing his coffee and watched Lindsey read the paper. God, how did he get so lucky? He wound up with someone like Lindsey Jones. She was caring and independent -when Paul first met her, she had been a little too independent and insisted on paying for her share of dinner bills and such. She loved sports and would sit there with Paul and his buddies, watching football and yell with the rest of the guys at the TV, pretending to be Coach or something. And she not only put up with his shit and gave him a chance, but she found out she was submissive and loved being dominated by him almost every night. She was just…cool.

Paul cocked his head to the side slightly, while he watched his girlfriend. She was so caught up in the article she was reading, she didn’t realize how she was eating her banana. Slowly slipping her lips around the tip of the fruit and mainly using her lips to tear tiny bites off of it. Paul bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning, his fucking stupid imagination taking over. Stop, stop, stop, he chanted to himself, downing more hot coffee.

She absentmindedly ran the tip of the banana along her bottom lip, her brows drawing together slightly as she turned the page, and sighed in thought. Lindsey took a sip of her orange juice, catching Paul’s gaze quickly. She held eye contact with him, a brow rising slightly as she slowly set her glass down. She forgot sometimes how active Paul’s imagination was.

And suddenly, as if she realized what was going on, Lindsey smiled softly at Paul, wrapping her lips around the banana seductively, looking at him with heavy eyes. She ran her lips up and down the fruit slightly, doing her best at keeping her composer -thank god for those extra Drama classes in college. Lindsey moaned slightly, acting as if that particular banana was the best banana she had ever ate in her life. Paul leaned forward slightly, taking another sip of his coffee, not daring to look away.

Lindsey winked at Paul right before she bared her teeth and bit down on the banana sharply, tearing the top off and chewing almost violently. “Mmm.” she moaned, grinning.

Paul’s face contorted into a painful frown, his brows drawn together sadly. “That’s fucked up.”


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