forum A Villain of the Public Eye (NSFW / Closed / Stalkers Welcome)

Started September 23, 2020 by @CasiCasino group

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"Alrighty, then… sounds good to me." Remi leaned back into Anthony's arms and trained her eyes on the TV screen so she could watch the peculiar movie. She didn't watch movies often, and especially not movies like this when she did.

He continued watching the movie, not knowing that he was hugging Remi the entire time through the movie. He started to doze off at one point, eventually falling asleep…

Remi sighed heavily when she noticed that Anthony had fallen asleep. She got to her feet, picked him up bridal style, and carried him to his room to tuck him in before heading off to her own room so she could sleep as well.

time skip to morning?

(Well screw me for not replying—)

Hours passed by and Anthony has finally woken up after a long rest. He made his way out of his room to go grab a drink, noticing that Remi wasn’t there in the living room yet, so he assumed that she was still in her room. He went to her room door, checking if the door was locked or not and surprise surprise, it wasn’t. He opened the door slightly, just enough to see inside the room.

(Lmao)
Remi was curled up on her bed, the sheets tangled up around her. She yawned a bit in her sleep, her hair and clothes a mess. Her shirt was bunched up above her chest and she was contorted in a position that looked like it couldn't possibly be comfortable, but she seemed content enough.

Anthony smiled softly at her form before walking inside, closing the door quietly. He made his way towards her and got on the bed, wrapping his arms around her torso and praying to God that if she woke up, she wouldn’t freeze him to made him a living popsicle.

"Mm…" Remi huddled up against Anthony in her sleep, seeming content. Her skin was very cold to the touch, which couldn't be comfortable for Anthony, and her hair had small ice crystals scattered through it.

The man was quite weirded out by the extremely cold sensation, sure, but if it was to hug Remi… why not? He stayed like that for… who knows how long. He was going to wait until Remi wakes up. He was that brave… and that stupid.

Remi stirred a bit after a while and looked up at Anthony tiredly. "Mmmm… the fuck are you doing in my room…?" She asked. "We didn't fuck or anything last night, did we? I mean, not that I care either way, but… I'd like to know."

“We didn’t do anything…” he mentioned, burying his face against her back. “…I just miss your touch…” he continued, closing his eyes as he breathed softly against her skin. “Good morning love…”

"You're really needy, aren't you?" Remi sighed softly, just allowing Anthony to hold onto her. "And I can't imagine my touch is all that pleasant. I'm fucking freezing all the time. Most people don't exactly… enjoy that."

“You said it yourself… most. Apparently that doesn’t include me,” he mentioned with a small smile and nuzzled a bit closer to her.
“What do you want for breakfast?”

"You're a nut job…" Remi laughed weakly. "Fuckin' crazy indeed. And I don't care about breakfast, to be honest… you can just make whatever you feel like making and I'll eat it regardless." She shrugged a bit.

“Pancakes and omelets it is,” he mentioned before slowly letting go of her to move to the kitchen. However, he stopped at the edge of the bed and turned back to Remi with a small smirk.
“Or would you like to have me for breakfast instead?” Of course, he was joking.

"Nah, I think pancakes would taste better." Remi snickered a bit and slipped out of bed. She pulled off her shirt and started rooting through her drawer for something to wear. "I'm not exactly picky, though."

He turned away almost immediately when Remi took off her shirt.
“I know you have a nice body and all but for the love of God, tell me next time before you want to take off something. I was not prepared for that,” he spoke before walking out of the room and heading straight to the kitchen to start making breakfast for the both of them.

Remi rolled her eyes a bit. "Says the guy who was good an ready to fuck a minute ago." She snorted, pulling on another shirt and eventually heading into the kitchen when she was fully dressed. "It's hard to have sex with your clothes on, you know. Might have to get over that one, darling."

“I—“ all the man could do was sigh as he was trying to not burn the omelette he was making. “We’ll get to that when the time is right, and no, I don’t believe your teasing will work on me,” he spoke with some sort of confidence he wasn’t even sure where he got it from.

"I'm just saying, if you can't bear to see me shirtless, sex is gonna be real difficult." Remi teased, heading over to the kitchen table to plop herself down. She kicked her legs up onto the table and leaned back in her chair.

“Like I said, if I was prepared, your entire naked body wouldn’t even have an effect on me,” he mentioned as he started plating the omelettes, followed with the pancakes. He carried the plates over to the table and got some syrup.

Remi rolled her eyes again. "Well, I'd hope it would have some effect. It wouldn't be very fun if you just deadass stared at my naked body and felt nothing, now would it?'

“You’re open to try,” he shrugged and started eating his breakfast, sitting right across from her with his legs spread. Of course, he had no idea if she was going to do something or not, but he was quite prepared. At least… he thought.

"Alright, then." Remi took her legs off the table and moved to settle one foot between Anthony's legs. She then continued eating innocently as though she were doing nothing at all.