Pairing: ChaeKris
Word Count: 270

Really?

"Kris," Unappreciative huffs curdled within reach of his perked ears. "I'm going to need my stocking back." Aggrieved all the way down to her toes, she swung her right leg atop the crinkled bedsheets, her bared thigh in great need of translucent silk the color of beige for her return to the studio and prepartory meeting for the girls' All or Nothing tour.

Languidly twirling the thin, sheer material in his ridiculously large hands, he smugly refused to address the issue or rightfully return the garment - without at least foolishly commenting and throwing in his two cents of stupidity.  

"I'm not sure what you mean. Are you saying you actually had something under that tiny black dress of yours? Since when have you had such morals-?"

Hardly concealing her displeased expression, she snatched him by the collar and hauled him to her, her response curt and in tune with his idiotic ego, "I'm going to be late for rehearsal, which means more hours of rehearsal - and you know exactly what happens then."

It meant their time together would be reduced, possibly diminished altogether, and, according to the male hormones, that amounted to a severe lack of intimacy. Hapless, he grumbled about the unfortunate time constraints, complied nonetheless, but managed to beg the question, "Can I at least put it on for you?"

"No."

"But babe-."

"I said no."

Despite the teasing mannerisms of his touches, he was bold, toxic with the of his fingers, and she swore if he caressed along her thigh again she guaranteed neither of them would see the light of day for quite some time.