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contains: angst, bickering, relationship arguing, smut, softdom chris, hair pulling, fluff, kissing, protected sex, p in v, female receiving, 1.7k word count
"It'll only be for like an hour and a half-"
"Chris-"
"Baby. We're out of video-"
"So you basically invited me over to fucking abandon me here?" I ask, unable to hide the irritation I feel bubbling up. I sigh deeply, rolling out of Chris' arms and grabbing my phone. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch him rub his hand over his face and sit up.
"Babe, we've been together all day. Just give me an hour." He gets out of bed and stretches before heading into his bathroom. I know I'm being a bit of a bitch to him but I can't help it. Our schedules have been so crazy lately that every hour I get matters these days. Seems like I never get him to myself anymore and it's starting to grate on my nerves.
Chris comes out of the bathroom and heads to his closet, stopping to scoop his favorite sweatpants off the floor. I roll my eyes and grab my Airpods, popping them in my ears and turning my music on full volume.
After a couple of minutes, Chris comes over and leans down to kiss me but I dodge it, not ready to stop being petty yet. He rolls his eyes and reaches to pull my headphones out. "Can we please not do this? This is my literal job."
I kiss my teeth and Chris takes a deep breath and steps away. Nick calls his name from the top of the stairs and he yells back that he's coming before grabbing his wallet.
"Alright. I love you, baby. We can talk about it when I get back." He says over his shoulder as he reaches for his door handle.
"Whatever, Chris. Just leave me the fuck alone. I don't even care anymore." I snap. Chris pauses his movements and gives me a look that has me squirming. He walks over to the bed and squats down in front of me, the intensity of his eye contact making me lean back.
"Stop talking to me like you're crazy, bro. Am I speaking to you like that?"
"No," I mumble, crossing my arms and refusing to meet his eyes.
"Alright so watch your fucking mouth."
I nod, struck silent, and he leans in to press a quick kiss on my temple before he stands, finally heading out the door.
I sit there for a minute staring at the wall contemplating my sanity. Because there's no reason why that was the hottest Chris has ever been to me.
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It's quite possible I've never been this bored in my life. I've started three different TV shows on Netflix, started doing handstands, and scrolled until my for you page started getting weird. I'm half lying on the bed, half hanging off, when I hear the boys come back. I spring up and turn off the light, throwing myself into bed and pretending to be asleep.
A few minutes later the door opens and Chris comes in, hesitating for a second when he sees it's dark. I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to him move quietly through the room. When he gets in the bed, I feel him lean over me and run a knuckle over my cheek.
"You know you're a terrible actress right?" He laughs, reaching over to pull me into his arms. I smack my lips and yank away, sticking to my plan of being a brat. He sighs, dropping his head back on his pillow.
"How do you still have an attitude after two whole hours?"
"Thought it was only going to be an hour and a half?" I mock, turning over on my stomach to face the wall.
