The Cold/Flu Equivalent of Cabin Fever

I have been sick since sometime last week. Monday maybe. This, however, is not the point. The point is I've been cheated out of alone time with the Chief. Which in turn has created, what I'm sure the Chief will describe as some sort of alternative universe sex-crazed version of myself.

I've become all dirty innuendo, and overly familiar and comfortable with my bedside treasure trove of toys. Naughty texts sent to him at work, seductive purring voice. Whatever I can do that sounds/looks/makes you think about dirty deeds done in dark corners, it's what I'm all about. Apparently being locked up, and touched starved for longer than a week, combined with being legitimately sick, does that to a person.

Tonight was the first night I've seen in in what seems like ages. The Chief picked me up in between classes to take me out for dinner, before what was supposed to be a prompt return back to school for more classes. This, however, is not how it played out. APPARENTLY on the car ride home I was undressing him with my eyes, and looked like I was going to eat him (Which, I certainly don't see a real problem with...). He gave me the option of dessert, and since we had some time to kill, he thought it'd be nice go to back to my place and hang out for a bit before I had to go back, sounds harmless. When I finally, painstakingly decided that dessert was probably the more responsible decision, I continued to tug at his jeans, giving him the "take me home, and take me now" look. Dessert was awesome, ice cream. We took it home, and went to sit downstairs. Where he accidentally got pushed into my bedroom. And I unintentionally put my ice cream down on the dresser, and very intentionally put him down on my bed.

Thankfully, he was more than obliging, and when I kissed him like it was the last time I'd ever get to kiss his lips, he kissed me back. And pulled me closer. And tore off my clothes... such a clever, clever man. Knowing that we had less than an hour before I had to be presentable and back to class the Chief found this rough and tumble, sexy, take charge attitude, spinning me around and taking exactly what he wanted, teasing the hell out of me. Which, while excellent and awesome, was completely mean. I mean really, you expect me to listen to a 3 hour lecture now? Tsk tsk, so mean.

So half dressed, and ice cream slowly, slowly melting, the Chief was rewarded for his tease, only heaven knows why, by being blown back to the wall. Jeans, and boxers still on, trying not to trip as he slowly moved backwards. He has this deliciously sexy habit of growling, "Fuuuuck babe..." whenever he's enjoying himself (at least I HOPE he's enjoying himself, and not cursing me, frustrated and angry with me.. I'll have to ask...). I love it when his voice gets all low, and deep, and rough and growly- it makes me feel just a little bit wild, a little bit primal. Which works, because it totally and completely turns me on, and makes me want to try just a little bit harder. Something a little bit more. Just something to push him that much further... Which in this case, it did. Delicious and hot, with his whole body trembling. With minutes to spare before having to take me back to school AND the ice cream hadn't completely turned to soup. It's a good day.

So completely teased, and tortured and aching for his touch, for release,  and for hours spent behind locked doors, I returned to a class.

The weekend cannot  come fast enough. This horrid equivalent of cabin fever must be broken. Otherwise the poor man won't stand a chance the next time I get him to myself.  Hmmmm.. might not be a bad idea..? ;)