Naughty

/-Riley-/
"It's really good. You should try it" I say trying to feed him some.
He holds my hand and redirects the ice cream to my mouth. Then he kisses me.
"Good cream" he comments pulling away. I glare at him.
"I said have ice cream not my lips".
"Fine".
He scoops a spoonful and smears it on my lips. He leans forward and sucks my lips. I stare at him gob-smacked.
"It tastes good" he shrugs.
I recover as soon as our order arrives.
We're in a little Chinese restaurant. We came across it while strolling. The owner lives behind so don't be surprised to find it open at this hour.
Dean ordered for anything they had and they brought in noodles.
"Let's play a game" he says suddenly.
"What game?" I ask.
"It's simple. First to finish gets to ask the other for anything" he says and i grin.
"Anything at all?".
"I don't know what you're thinking but yeah anything".
"I'm in" i say but the moment it gets to my mouth, my tongue goes on fire.
"Jesus! It's so spicy" I cry out trying to get some air. I fan my tongue in attempt to cool it off but I can't say it worked.
I suddenly remember the game and force the second set into my mouth.
God, I'm screwed! I can't feel my tongue. I notice Dean's staring at me in amusement.
My eyes water as i try to eat again but Dean stops me and forces it into his mouth.
I watch him eat without discomfort. He takes my plate from me and i watch in horror as he eats.
Is he immune or something? Maybe his taste buds are damaged. How can anyone eat this so comfortably? He clears my plate within minutes and drops it infront of me.
"Tell me what you want, wifey" he says.
"But....." My eyes drift to his plate. It's untouched. I look at him and smile.
"I want whatever you want".
"Are you sure?" He smirks. Maybe I should have a rethink. He's full of surprises.
"Yeah".
He drops cash on the table and takes my hand. I wonder what he's up to. He leads me out of the place and we keep walking down the street.
"Where are we going? You haven't told me what you want" i say.
"Forget it" he says and i feel disappointed.
"Why?".
"Because you can't give me what i want."
I yank my hand from his and stop
He turns to me.
"Can we not fight about this?" He groans.
"We're not fighting. Since you're pretty sure i can't give you what you want, ask something else" i say.
"You can't do it either" he shrugs.
"Try me" I persist. He smirks and takes a step forward towering over me.
"Take off your panties".
"Huh?".
"Take it off, Barbie".
He's kidding right? How can he ask me to do that?
"Have you lost your mind? How can you ask me to do that on the streets?" I half yell.
"Why not? No one's here. Just me".
"You're crazy" I snap and he smiles.
"I know. It's almost five, I'll drop you at home" he says.
"I thought you said we're outta gas?".
"Well people lie sometimes, don't they?".
I take off my slippers and throw at him. He runs off laughing.
/-Delilah-/
"What the fuck are you doing here, Roman?" I snap. He chuckles and caresses my face.
"I've missed you" he says turning me around. He makes me bend over the table and leans on me.
"You've been a bad girl, Lilah" he whispers kissing my neck. I bite my lip trying not to moan as he trails kisses to my back.
"Dean's gonna kill me if he finds you here" i manage to say as he unwraps the towel.
"Dean can't point a gun at me."
"But I can....fuck!" I cuss as he smacks my ass.
"Tell me, Lilah. What has he been up to?" He asks smacking it once more. A moan escapes my lips again.
"No" I mutter.
"No?".
I try to face him but he forces my head back on the table.
"Roman stop please" I plead.
"Why? Because you're giving Dean your pussy? You think he's not gonna get tired of playing with you? You're his fuckin toy, Lilah. Come with me."
"No".
He lets go of me and i turn to face him.
"Why are you here, Roman?" I ask again.
"I told you. I missed you".
"Don't bullshit me. You only show up when you wanna hurt Dean. What are you after this time?" I ask eying him suspiciously.
He doesn't say a word.
"Why don't you tell me?" He smirks. I try to think of what could have possibly attracted him. The bastard wants everything Dean has.
My mind drifts to Riley and I smirk.
"I see. You want the kid too".
"What kid?" He feigns ignorance.
"Dean likes her. He does shit to please the little Barbie. If you want her, then maybe i can help" I say.
"Who's she?" He asks.
I kiss him instead and he responds immediately.
"We'll talk about her later. For now let's just fuck".
/-Riley-/
I wake up with a big smile. I pick my phone and stare at his number. Is it too early to call?
I decide to call anyway. Besides, he's the one who called me by 2am. He answers at the first ring.
"Missing me already?" He teases.
"Don't get too cocky, Mr Shaw". He chuckles.
"Good morning wifey". I smile.
"What morning are you talking about? The one i spent chasing you?" I snort.
"I was thinking about the one we spent kissing. We should do that again" he says and i smile.
"What're you doing now?" I ask.
"Thinking of the best position to fuck you next time we meet" he says and my cheeks burn.
"You're so annoying. You just ruined my day" i feign anger.
"Perfect. So i can make it up to you at night". I blush.
"You're impossible" I huff trying not to think about what he said.
"Still have your panties on? Send me a picture".
"Dean!" I almost scream. I bet my face is all red now.
"Is there a problem, wifey? Should i come over?" He asks. He's driving me crazy again.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" I ask.
"Yeah. Work on you".
"You know what? I'm done talking to you. I'm gonna shower" i say.
"I'm definitely coming over. So I can get you dirty all over again".
I hang up quickly and bury my face in the sheets. If i keep talking to him, he's gonna corrupt my thoughts. Strangely, i enjoy every bit of it.
I'm going nuts already.