Oded's Painting troubles
by ladybug

She sat at the kitchen table bored.  She rested her chin on the palm of her hand, her elbow rested on the tabletop.  Her other hand held her new paintbrush that she had received from Oded the night before and she was tapping it impatiently against the table as she waited for the man in question to wake up.  It was almost 10 o’clock in the morning and he had promised to take her out shopping.  It wasn’t like Ded to sleep this late.

She snorted at the thought.  She must have really worn him out last night!  They didn’t even crawl into bed until after 4 a.m.  They had remained out in the living room in front of the fireplace until the last of the fire died out, making love.

She fanned herself as she remembered the night before.  She felt her nipples tighten just at the memories of his hot mouth on her breasts.  She shuddered as desire curled in her belly.

“Alright, damn it!”  She jumped up.  She suddenly had an idea and she snatched up her new paint supplies and headed upstairs to the bedroom.

Quietly she entered the bedroom and found Oded lying on his back with his right arm flung across his face.  His left hand rested comfortably across his chest.  He had kicked off the covers and she saw that he had put his favorite yellow pair of shorts on at some point during what was left of the night.  She smiled.  He was so cute when he was asleep.  She almost backed down from her idea, but then she shook her head and her smile turned into a mischievous grin.

Very quietly she sat her supplies down and quickly went to work.  She needed to get this done before he woke up.  Fifteen minutes later, she stood back and looked at her handiwork.  She had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.  Oh she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw what she had done!  He wanted her to use a paintbrush?  Fine, she used one!  She almost snorted at the thought.  Just as quietly as she had come into the bedroom, she gathered up her things and slipped out the bedroom door, shutting it behind her.

Thirty minutes later, she was back in the kitchen cleaning up when she heard a voice from behind her.

“You want to tell me what the hell this is all about, sugarplum?”

She turned around to find Oded standing at the kitchen entryway with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his yellow shorts and he was stretching the waistband out, indicating what he was referring to.

She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing.  Her eyes danced with laughter as she gave him her best innocent look.  “I really don’t know what you are talking about, sweetie.  Is there a problem with your shorts?”

He had apparently showered before coming down, because his dark hair was slicked back and his body still looked damp.  But he had put the shorts back on to come down and show her that she would not get away with this latest bit of treachery.

He crossed his arms in front of him and did his best to give her his angry stare.  He really wasn’t upset with her.  In fact, when he had woke up a bit ago and found what she’d done, he about died laughing.  He had had to jump in the shower just so she wouldn’t hear him howling.  But naturally, he couldn’t let this pass unpunished or there was no telling what she would do next.  But really, a smiley face?  He almost laughed out loud.

“You, my dear, are a troublemaker!”  He announced, putting a tinge of anger in his voice.  He desperately tried to keep the smile out of his eyes.  They always gave him away with her.  He was great at pulling it off on screen, but with her it was his greatest Achilles heel.

She faltered for a moment.  Good god, had she really pissed him off this time?  She wondered.  She had always wondered how far she could go before he would get angry; maybe she had finally found out.

“Um, sweetheart, it was just a joke.”  She forced a laugh.  He just stared at her with that intense glare.  “Ha, ha, really funny, joke?”  She tried again.

“I don’t find destroying someone’s clothes very humorous.”  He announced softly.  Holy shit, he was actually pulling this off!  Usually she could see right through him.  She would kill him when she found out he wasn’t serious.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, Oded.  It’s not that big of a deal.”  Her smile had faded and she was beginning to feel miserable.  He had never been angry with her before and she found she didn’t like it one bit.  It made her feel sick.

“I don’t want a new pair, I liked these!”  He snapped.

Her bottom lip began to tremble as tears formed in her eyes.  She turned away quickly from him so that he wouldn’t see.  “I’m sorry.”  She offered softly.

“Oh shit!”  He moved quickly across the kitchen and grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.  He lifted her face with his hands and kissed her hard.  “I’m so sorry, sweetness.  I’m not angry, I was only kidding.”  He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her.  “You can usually see right through me. I didn’t know you would take me so seriously.”

She was shaking in his arms and he wanted to kick himself.  What had he been thinking?  “Honey?  Please don’t cry.  Please, I can’t stand it when you cry.”  He stroked her hair, holding her close.  “I know I’m a real jerk.  I’ll make it up to you, I promise.  Whatever you want.”

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and she burst out laughing.  She pushed away from him and wiped the tears from her cheeks.  “You’re babbling, dear.”  Was all she managed before she doubled over laughing again.

“You’re a twit!”  He smiled.

“And you’re in trouble, buster!”  She suddenly became serious and Oded had barely enough time to turn and run before she tossed the contents of a glass sitting on the kitchen counter at him.

She chased him around the house, before he finally scrambled up the stairs to their bedroom.  He let her catch up to him and he caught her, carrying them both to the bed.  They landed amongst the unmade covers, a tangle of arms and legs.  They were both laughing and trying to catch their breath.  Oded pressed his lips to hers, rolling her under him.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be angry with you!”  She giggled against his lips.

“Hmmm, and a fine job your doing of it, too!”  He murmured.  His tongue came out to trace along her bottom lip before slipping inside her mouth.  His hand came up to cover her breast and she moaned as he gently squeezed.

“Oded?”  She whispered softly.

“Hmmm?”  He trailed kisses down her slender throat while his fingers worked the buttons of her blouse.

“Now!” she demanded.  It was only one word, but to Oded it meant much, much more.

“Shit!”  He muttered as he moved to quickly work her pants off her, forget the blouse.  He would do anything to make her happy right now.  He still felt like a heel for making her cry.

Getting her pants off, he yanked her panties down, barely noticing that they matched the pink lacy bra she was still wearing.  Moving away from her, he quickly shed his newly decorated shorts and climbed back over her.  She opened her legs for him as he settled between her thighs.  He barely had time to check to make sure she was ready for him, when she was grabbing at him to guide him to her slick entrance.

“Sweet Jesus.”  He breathed when her warm fingers latched on to his hard length.  With a quick thrust of his hips, he was buried deep inside her.

“I want it fast and hard, Ded!”  She whispered in his ear, when he had settled his weight on top of her.  She heard his sharp intake of breath, and then he groaned.  His hands moved to hook beneath each leg and he pushed them back until they were almost next to either side of her face.  He then let them fall against his broad shoulders as he braced his hands on the mattress.

“Ooooo, yeeesssss!”  She moaned as he sank deeper inside her.  He began to move his hips quickly.  Her need to have it hard and fast was going to bring him to his own release too quickly, but he prayed he would last to give her hers.  His jaw clenched as he pulled almost completely out and then slammed back inside her.  Oh god, this was too much.  He groaned, gritting his teeth as he continued to slam his hips against hers.

His release was about to sweep over him, when he felt her muscles begin to contract around him.  A moment later, she cried out, grasping wildly at the bedcovers.  His own climax swept through him seconds later and he emptied himself inside her.  Releasing her legs, he lowered them carefully and pulled out of her warm sheath.  Rolling to the side of her, he immediately pulled her close and worked at getting his breathing back under control.

“So am I forgiven?”  He asked as he stroked the length of her back with his fingers.

“Hmmm, I’ll think about it.”  She teased.

“Ingrate!”  He teased back.

“You weren’t really mad, were you?”  She suddenly asked seriously.

“God, no!”  He squeezed her tight.  “I was laughing so hard, I had to take a shower just so you wouldn’t hear me.”

“You’re getting better,” She finally announced with a smile.  “You had me convinced that you were really pissed.”

“Took me long enough.  But somehow I don’t feel quite so triumphant in my acting abilities.”  Oded lifted her face with his fingers so he could see her eyes.  “I never intended to make you cry.  You know that, right?  I would never hurt you like that, sweetheart.  Not in a million years.”

She gave him a bright smile and kissed him.  “You’re forgiven,” She announced.  “But you do that again and I’ll make you pay dearly!”

His deep laughter washed over her and made her feel giddy.  “I’ll keep that in mind.”  He answered and kissed her deeply.  It was way past lunchtime when they finally crawled out of bed.  They never did make it shopping.


To be continued . . .

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