Master and My Lady

“Rasp, if you click your pen one more time, I am going to end you.”

I glanced over at Ann, she was curled around her sketchbook, shooting me a glare. I rolled my eyes and clicked my pen again, sticking my tongue out at her. She let out a little huff, mumbling something and going back to her sketchbook. I didn’t press her to figure out what she said, going back to my notebook.

We’d been living together for months, sure we learned to be civil, but that didn’t mean we got along. She was egotistical and a tease, and unfortunately for me, hella hot. I’m talking curvy, struts around in black, strappy tops, and has the most beautiful blue eyes, which she likes to do up with dark eyeliner. She was gorgeous, and I happened to be lucky enough to get a few make outs from her.

Sure, I could get luckier. She was known for sleeping around, and because of this little habit she really only slept here half the time. I never thought of her like that at first, I’ve never understood sex. But lately my mind would wander... I wonder what she looks like without her bra...

“Rasp I swear to God I will snap that pen!”

I was snapped out of my little daze by the annoyed Brit on the other side of the room. Apparently I’d started clicking my pen again.

I rolled my eyes and put on an attitude, like I totally hadn’t just been thinking of her topless. “Oh I’m so scared, as if you could take me.”

She shot me a glare. “Oh I could take you, rainbow.”

‘Rainbow’ was one of her many nicknames for me, not because I was gay, oh no, that’d be too subtle. My hair is what earned the nickname. Not only was it half shaved with fluffy blonde bangs, the rest of my hair went down to my waist and was dyed rainbow. And she, in all her creativity, pegged me with the nickname.

I got up, doing a little come here gesture before curling my hands into fists. “Well come on then, take me.” Not to brag, but I was pretty muscular, especially for a girl. I’m talking biceps and even a bit of visible abs.

She set her sketchbook down, sauntering over and getting close to me, softly whispering. “I’d love to, doll.”

I felt a blush spread over my cheeks. Shit, seduction. I huffed and looked away, crossing my arms. “I meant as in fight me, tyrant.”

She snickered. “Aw, I know, but this is more fun.”

I rolled my eyes and backed up. “For you maybe.”

“Not gonna admit that you like me?” She grinned and got close again, tapping a hickey she left on my neck. “Really?”

I groaned and decided I’d had enough of this. “Yes, really, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going out.”

I quickly grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, slipped on my shoes, and left before she could seduce me again.