Bitch Boy tries to one up us πŸ™„

(4 days till the next Greenie)


"Hi." A raspy voice croaked in the early morning, crackly from sleep. Tipping over from groggy to cognizant, he was what I saw first in the morning. Gally. Pretty Gally. My pretty boy. Lost in the daze of the morning, I nudged closer to him. The soft sunshine hit our faces, washing us with a buttery warmth.


"Morning Gally. How long have you been creeping around watching me sleep for?" He checked his watch and turned back to face me.


"Ten minutes exactly." His arms held me secure in his chest, a comforting grip on my waist.


"Stalker." I mumbled.


"Loser." Gally shot back. "Don't make me kiss you again. You can't control yourself when I do."


"Yes I can." I said, arching my back to get a little room. His arms didn't budge,


"Bet you can't."


"Is that a challenge?"


"Barely." He said with a sort of cockiness. "You'd lose." This little prick. Now I couldn't back down. I had to win.


"Ha." I scoffed. "I'd like to see you try Gal."


"Whatever you say." He removed an arm off of my hips, snaking his hand upward. He took two fingers up to that same stupid place, the tips of his fingers rubbing the spot. I wriggled around, knowing I'd have a better chance if I was free. No way. Gally had me practically attached to him. No chance of escape. Then he did it. His mouth returned to it.


Only this time he wasn't trying to kiss me. Heat surged to the area, he bit into my neck very lightly, sucking on my skin. I jolted at the contact.


"That isn't fair." I managed to spit out through gritted teeth. He drew himself back, laughing at me.


"I bet I could get you to say my name." He taunted, knowing that his overconfident declaration would only tick me off.


"Don't push your fucking luck." My eyes narrowed, curling my lip up into a smirk I said. "My turn."


Gally's Point Of View:


Looking at y/n all sprawled on the bed with messy hair was enough, but giving her a hickey in the morning was icing on the cake. It was funny seeing someone so tough melt at your touch. Sure y/n was a girl and all but I had a feeling she wasn't going to play the mouse anymore in our little game. Let's just say I was right.


"My turn." She said sweetly, an obvious evil in her eyes. Y/n slid her leg up, brushing her thigh between the both of mine. Due to her pixie like face, I don't think what she did was an accident. Taken aback I released her.


"Shuck y/n." I grumbled as she did it again. She cackled at me. Brat.


"What's wrong Gally?" They asked, knowing full well what they were doing. Y/n continued the motions. Each time they'd graze up pushed me a little further. "Cat got your tongue?" I was frozen with shock, letting the pleasure wash over me. It really was like a crash on the shore, happening continuously, over and over again. Thigh to there.


They brought their lips to my ear. I could smell their scent. An intoxicating natural morning perfume.


"I win." They whispered.


"You win, fine!" I groaned. Y/n had a satisfied look on her face as they pulled away. Before it disappeared from them turning their head I could see it. Proof I was there. A small purple bruise sucked into their neck.


"I knew I would. I always do."


I gave them a quick peck, letting myself settle and 'the feeling' wane away.


"So what's y/n going to do today?" I asked as she got out of the bed.


"Y/n." She responded, tugging pants underneath her nightgown. "Is going to decorate the homestead." Woah woah woah. This time when she lifted her dress I saw something new.


Her back was bare. Which meant that she hadn't worn a bra last night. Which meant that right now she didn't have a bra on and I was still stuck on nakedness of her back. Fascinated by it.


Then they clasped their bra on, saying bye to the unclothed back. A shirt slid on, making me say bye for good.


"Is uh Chuck gonna help you or somethin'?" I was still in a bit of a daze from their quick strip. Y/n gave me a smile over their shoulder.


"Not exactly."


"You doin' it by yourself?"


"Not exactly." She mumbled and swiped some deodorant on, not bothering to look me in the eye this time.


"Wait a minute." Things started click into place. My stomach pitted, hoping, begging for my instinct to be wrong. "You're not gonna be working with him, are you?"


"I..." She trailed off, rushing to put her shoes on.


"Y/n tell me you're not gonna work with him." My voice was gruff. A storm of possessiveness evaded me, making me curl my palms into fists. She whipped her head to look up at me.


"He's my friend Gally." She protested. "Nothing more. We're just gonna be decorating."


"Oh he's your friend?" I rolled out of the bed, pulling my night shirt off. "You kiss on all your friends?" Big mistake. Y/n glared up at me.


"Watch it." She snapped, getting herself up. Poking a finger at my chest, her scowl turned into a smirk. "I don't. Only the special ones."


"Am I the only-" She kissed my chest, right between my ribs. Blood rushed to my skin. Why was it always her that would get me so weird inside? Y/n looked up at me, settling her chin onto my chest. Her eyelashes fluttered.


"What do you think?"
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Y/n's Point Of View:


"Hey y/n." A hand placed itself on my shoulder. Turning around I saw him.


"Zart!" I smiled, happy to see him. He held a flower in his hand. I took notice of his different features, like how things in Gally I hadn't seen till I looked hard enough.


He was taller than me. Most boys were. A few small scars littered his hands, probably from thorns. His arm hair was blonde, just like his head. His blush I always found adorable, all I'd have to do is say his name and he'd turn red. His lips were also a flush pink...nice.


"This is for you." He shoved the flower to me. A violet, again. He knew I liked violets. Sweet.


"Oh! Thank you." I tried grasping it but he took it back.


"Actually...it'd look better in your hair. Here." Zart tucked the flower behind my ear.


"Oh uh, thank you..." His confidence hit me unexpectedly. "Uh well er I have the supplies over here in the meeting room."


After gathering all the stuff we needed we started right where the wallpaper started. Me pressing dried up violets against the walls while Zart secured them, splattering them with a special liquid to keep them in their form. We talked casually as we worked.


"I can't believe you said yes to helping me." Eh not really. "I thought with you being a keeper around here you'd be busy."


"As long as I'm doing work people don't really care, and I am helping you." Zart painted on the flower glue. "Why didn't you ask your boyfriend?"


"He would've said no."


"Oh. So you went to me?"


"Yup." I wiped the sweat off my forehead and went back to work.


"It's nice being told yes. Don't you think?" I knew what he was insinuating, so I tried putting a stop to it.


"Gally says yes to me plenty of times. Don't worry about me."


"Oh jeez y/n." His eyes widened at my neck. Oh shit. Zart hesitantly reached out for the spot Gally had...you know. "Are you okay? That looks like it hurts." I drew back from him, embarrassed. Sweat sprouting off the back of my neck.


"It's fine I just-" My mind raced to think of of something. The old curling iron excuse couldn't really work here. "I was-" Come on y/n, think of something, anything.


"What happened y/n?" Concern etched on his face, his fingers brushed up against it. "You can tell me. Did Gally-"


"It's a hickey." The words ran out of my mouth before I could catch them.


"Oh." He raised his eyebrows, shooting his hand away. Zart's mouth opened like he wanted to speak but closed from not coming up with anything. Oh shit. Fuck shit. Now one of my only friends was gonna hate me.


"Sorry I-" He placed his hand on mine.


"You don't need to say anything." His voice was firm. Unusual for him. "Let's just drop it, okay."


"Okay."

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