“I feel like I’ve lost track of time recently,” Meghan sighed as she folded the clothes.
I turned around to look at her. “What do you mean?”
“It’s just like…just the other day, it was Monday, and now it’s already the end of the week, and tomorrow’s Monday again, and work, and…” She sighed loudly. “When does it ever end?”
“Well, Monday technically was the other day.” I grinned.
“Okay, smart-ass.” Meghan glared at me. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” I feigned innocence.
“Fine, fine, whatever, don’t talk with me.” She waved her hand dismissively. “And here I thought you liked late night conversations.”
“I doooo.” I got up from my chair and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “I’m just not sure what you mean. Sorry, it’s been a long week.”
“Sure, a long week of sitting on your ass and browsing the internet, you mean,” she snorted, throwing the folded shirt on the bed.
“I know, I know, I’m being the smart-ass now.” She turned and pecked my cheek. “You should savor your break while you can, until you have to get back to work.”
“I’ve got an idea for celebrating…” I murmured, planting small kisses up from her neck to her ears.
She moaned softly. “Heyyy…I thought you were pouting, and now you’re…” Her ears were red, her hands too busied by the act of folding laundry to hide her growing smile.
I wrapped my arms around her tighter and lifted her into the air, eliciting a shriek as she flailed and screamed for me to put her down. Throwing her onto the bed, I couldn’t help but smile as I jumped on top and loomed over her.
“You’re gonna ruin the laundry…” She protested.
I raised an eyebrow. “So…no?”
“…I-I mean. Well. Yes.” She looked to the side, blushing furiously. I tilted her chin back to look at me and kissed her forehead.
“Looks like someone’s trying to resist for no good reason,” I chided.
“No I’m not…” Her words were soft, mumbled.
“God, you’re egging me on like that.” I bit my lip. “You’re so cute when you think you get to be shy around me.”
Her eyes widened. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I’m sure you know what I mean.”
“I…Do I?” Meghan looked at me quizzically.
“I mean…I should think you do. You’re usually sooo good about picking up on my cues, getting the hang of things, understanding my words…” I lowered my voice. “So good about knowing what to do next.”
“Do…Do next?” Her eyelids began to flutter.
“Yes, next. What is next?”
“I…I don’t know,” she whimpered, confused. “Monday?”
I fought back a laugh. “No silly…what usually comes next after I’m on top of you, leaning against you…” I lowered my face inches from hers and licked her lips. “When I’m this close to you?” She groaned as her hips started raising and her hands began to roam over my body.
“No no,” I chided. “Not that.” I pinned her hands against the bed with my own and nuzzled her nose with mine. “Look at me.”
Her eyes struggled to focus on mine.
“You’re so used to this, aren’t you?”
She barely nodded.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?”
“What is it?”
“It’s…it’s…” She tried to respond, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“That’s right,” I cooed. “And you love it.”
“Love, love it, yes…” She whimpered.
“And when does it ever end?”
“Never, god please, never,” her breath came out in hurried pants, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her body begging for more.
“That’s right, it’s so hard to tell when you lose track of time so easily…”
Meghan groaned as she blinked her eyes and shifted up in bed, leaning on an elbow.
“What time is it?”
“I…what?” She asked groggily. “What did you do?”
“Nothing! You’re the one who loses track of time all on her own!” I stuck my tongue out.
Her face flashed from annoyance, to understanding, to happiness, back to annoyance as she punched my shoulder. I laughed.
“What was that for?” I feigned innocence.
“It’s Friday, you ass!”
“Aren’t you glad it’s Friday? And that you’re ahead on chores?”
“Yeah, but you made me experience the impending doom of Monday and my weekly existential crisis about my place in society,” she lamented dramatically.
“…Yes, worth. Smart-ass.” Meghan shoved a pillow in my face.
We threw the clothes off of the bed as we made ourselves comfortable, happy to push the burden of clean-up onto our Sunday selves. For now, we’d enjoy our weekend.