hey hey hey could you do 1 + 29 with Tom maybe ?
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” + “Come over here and make me.”
“What… what are you wearing?” Tom removed his sunglasses, looking your costume up and down. You looked down, shrugging.
“What? It’s the uniform they wear on the show!” You defended. You fixed your tie and straightened out your white button up.
“What show is this?” You rolled your eyes as his eyes trained on your skirt.
“It’s a novela, it’s called Rebelde.” He hummed, nodding his head. He leaned down to pull up his socks, wanting to perfect his Tom Cruise-look from the movie Risky Business. He walked past you and heard you trailing behind him, “accidentally”, dropping his his sunglasses. He was by the door when he heard them.
“Oh, baby,” he said, “can you pick those up for me?” You nodded innocently, turning around and bending to pick them up. You could feel a small drift and you gripped your skirt, pulling it further down your butt. “Aha! Point proven.”
“What point?” You scoffed, standing straight and handing him his glasses.
“That skirt is too short!” You laughed with no humor.
“The skirt is supposed to be short. Look it up!” He shook his head.
“Baby, please! I don’t want some asshole coming up to you, I don’t know everyone at this party, which also means not everyone knows me. They don’t know you’re my girlfriend, and they’ll take it as a free pass.”
“What,” you sighed, “you don’t trust me?” He rushed toward you, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“Of course, I do! I just – I, ugh,” he groaned, one hand leaving your shoulder to run over his face. “I don’t trust other people around you.” You rolled your eyes at the tired excuse. You hadn’t want to go to the party in the first place – who has a Halloween costume party in August? But, now that you agreed, Tom was being irrational with your costume choice? You quirked your eyebrow up in a challenging way, figuring out a way to get out of the party and having some fun with Tom at the same time.
“Tom, I’m not taking this off, or putting anything over it.” Tom was about to argue back, but you held your hand up to stop him. “The only way I’m not going in this costume, is if you make me take it off.” His eyebrows pulled in, confused. He tilted his head to the right.
“You heard me.” You started moving backwards, toward Tom’s bedroom, “Come over here and make me.” His confused expression, turned to one of understanding, a smirk gracing his features.
“Is that a challenge?” You smiled, nodding. “Don’t think I won’t.” He winked at you, chasing you into his room, laughing over your playful yelling.
this is a mess hfjvfhbdjhb lmao sorry