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~Darlina's POV~

I wiggled into a comfy change of clothes after Atlas and I got home the next night, fresh out of the shower. I pulled on a pink shorts ensemble bodysuit with a lace neckline and tugged on a big, white knit cardigan with strawberries on it that fell to my mid-thigh. Though I didn't wear them often, I dug out my favorite pair of slippers, a fluffy white pair of bunny shaped slippers that were cute and comfy.

My hair was still damp so I left it down to dry on its own and spritzed on some perfume before leaving my room, wandering down the hall to the living room. Atlas was lounging on the couch in just a pair of charcoal colored sweatpants when I entered, his legs spread and one arm thrown carelessly over the back of the couch. I leaned over it and he looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Hey there, smalls." He murmured.

"Hello." I smiled, combing my fingers through his dark hair. He hummed in content and shut his eyes, leaning back into my touch. "That feels nice." He mumbled, causing me to smile to myself. "And you smell good as fuck."

A soft laugh left me and I kissed his cheek, sliding one hand down the front of his bare chest. I curiously played with the little bars through one of his nipples, earning an amused chuckle from him that caused his dimple to pop into his cheek. "Does that interest you?" He asked with mirth, cracking open one eye to peer up at me.

Embarrassed, I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just curious about it." I said. "Does it hurt when I touch it?" I wondered, brushing my fingertips over the metal. He smirked slightly and shook his head, closing his eyes once more. "Nah." He responded lowly, leaning his head back against my chest. "It hurt after I got them pierced, obviously, but not anymore." He added.

I stood straight, combing my fingers through his hair again. "Wanna order some burgers in? Emmy is getting home late tonight, and I don't feel like cooking." I stated, and he nodded in agreement. "Burgers sound good." He approved, peeling his eyes open when I stopped playing with his hair to grab my phone from where I'd left it on the table by the end of the couch. We decided on a burger place and I placed the order over the phone, crawling onto his lap after I was done.

Atlas trailed his eyes over me and smirked when he saw my slippers, an amused glint in his eyes. "Cute." He muttered, pulling me onto his lap more. A smile formed on my lips and I leaned into his chest, my hands on his broad shoulders. "Aren't they?" I conceded with a giggle, causing his lips to twitch up barely.

"Mm, I was referring more to you than the slippers." He admitted, his large hands slipping underneath my oversized cardigan to rest on my hips. "But I suppose those are cute, too."

My eyes fell to his lips and I brushed my lips against his, causing his fingertips to curl into my flesh. He nipped at my bottom lip in a playful manner, peering into my eyes. "What's the matter, smalls?" Atlas muttered curiously. "You're so touchy today." He noticed, making a flush creep up my neck at how obvious I had been. Still, I just shrugged feebly, trailing my fingers around his shoulders and into his soft hair.

"Do you not like it?" I asked quietly, staring up at him with a slight frown. "Am I being too clingy?" I wondered. The last thing I wanted was to annoy him by being clingy, or make him feel like I was suffocating him or something of the sort.

"Nah, I don't mind it at all. I like when you're like this." He assured, prompting a smile to form on my lips as I leaned up to kiss his jaw. He tilted his head to give me better access and I kissed down his tattooed throat, my tongue trailing over his skin. My hands trailed down his chest, feeling the muscles there, and he shifted slightly beneath me with a grunt. "Fuck." He muttered, shocking me when he slid his hand around to squeeze my butt roughly in his palm.

Flushed, I trailed my nails down his abs and shifted on top of him, feeling a wetness forming between my thighs. He groaned softly as my hips dragged against his, lulling his head back against the couch. I shuddered at the husky sound, gently biting at a spot on his neck before sucking softly, causing his hands to clutch tighter at me. "Are you leaving your mark this time, Lina?" He asked in a low, almost teasing voice.

A whimper left me as I rocked against him absentmindedly, able to feel his bulge pressing between my thighs. I traced my tongue up his neck and his teasing quickly came to a halt as I rubbed myself against him, another curse uttered beneath his breath this time. "Darlina," He tried to stop me by lifting me slightly, putting distance between our hips so I could no longer rock myself against him. "You're such a fuckin' tease, smalls." He cursed lowly.

I lifted my head, my cardigan falling down one of my shoulders as I frowned at him. "Why'd you stop me?" I complained weakly, squeezing my thighs together. He shook his head, scanning his dark eyes down my neck and to the exposed slope of my cleavage.

"You're not dry humping me on the couch, smalls." He muttered, causing me to pout. I slid my hand lower and he grunted as I cupped his bulge, clenching his jaw tightly. "Do you want me to stop, then?" I asked, eyeing his handsome face while I palmed him through his sweatpants. A deep groan left him and I felt his cock stir beneath my hand, growing in length at my touch. "No." He growled, canting his hips up into my palm. "But, fuck, you should."

My lips twitched up and I lowered myself, straddling one of his upper thighs. I continued to palm him slowly, watching as his throat bobbed when he swallowed thickly and lulled his back with a soft moan.

One of his hands slid up the inside of my thigh, teasing me yet never actually touching between my legs. "Atlas," I whimpered as I leaned towards him, absentmindedly rocking against his muscular thigh. He groaned, gripping the front of my cardigan to yank me forward, crashing his lips against mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, the little piercing in his tongue cold as it brushed past my lips.

I rocked my hips slower against his thigh and he surprised me when he suddenly stood from the couch, grasping the back of my thighs to wrap my legs around his waist. A gasp left me and I clutched at his shoulders, abandoning the straining bulge against his sweatpants to cling to him instead. I looked up at him and our eyes met as he carried me down the hallway, entering my room.

He dropped me onto my bed and my body bounced with the action, a flush in my cheeks as I stared up at him nervously. I squeezed my legs together, pulling up the sleeve of my cardigan when I realized it had fallen down my shoulder again. "Will you touch me?" I asked breathlessly, and he grasped my ankle, surprising me by tugging me towards the edge of the bed. As I stared up at him, his gaze trailed down my figure and lingered on my clenched thighs, making my heart race more than it already was.

"You're so fucking perfect." He praised, his voice coming out deep and laced with lust. I bit my lip and brushed my hair back, flustered by the compliment. Yet even with the compliment, he didn't dare to come any closer, causing me to reach out, curling my fingers into the band of his sweatpants in an attempt to tug him towards me. "And you're teasing me." I whispered, pouting at the fact that he seemed almost reluctant to touch me for once. This was the first time that he was actually keeping his distance in this sort of situation.

Atlas grunted as I attempted to pull him onto the bed, grasping onto my wrist with one large hand. He pushed my hand away from his sweatpants and I didn't try to touch him again, a frown forming on my lips as I finally began to realize that he was being serious. For some reason, he didn't want to.

Confused, I blinked up at him with furrowed brows. "You don't want to?" I asked. "Is everything okay?" I couldn't help but to worry a little, fixing my cardigan again so it was covering me more. Letting out a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. "Trust me, smalls, I want to." He scoffed, shaking his head. "But you just ordered food." He said, earning a flat look from me. "Since when have you cared about that sort of thing?" I grumbled, sulking.

A chuckle left him and he brushed his hand along my calf, an amused sparkle in his eye. "You want me that bad, Lina?" He teased, bringing a heat on embarrassment to my cheeks as I narrowed my gaze at him.

"Maybe." I responded slyly, standing from my bed. I played with the sleeves of my cardigan and stepped closer to him, his intense gaze following my movements. He slid his tongue across his bottom lip and suddenly reached out, tugging me into his chest by the front of my cardigan. My chest bumped against his and I squeaked in surprise, clutching onto his arms for stability. Before I could look at him, I felt his mouth brush against my ear as he ducked his head, speaking in a murmur. "You'll have to wait, smalls." He hummed, a teasing tone to his voice that told me he found it amusing that I wanted him.

I whined at him, digging my nails into his arms. "Why?" I complained, only causing him to smirk as he scanned his gaze over my face. "You're the one who started rubbing yourself on me. I'm just being responsible until the food gets here." He said with faux innocence, shrugging a shoulder.

He chuckled when my jaw slacked in disbelief, swatting my butt before he turned to stride out of my room.