A word which means: refusing (or pretending to refuse) something that you actually really want

"No one is here."

"Yes." Violet had her hair pulled back with her frayed ribbon, tightening a bolt on the fridge door handle. "I finally convinced Klaus to take the girls to town. There's a lot I need to get done around the house." She stood up, dusting off her pants. She looked over at the other, raising her brows. "Where is Isadora and Duncan?"

"Isadora went with them and Duncan is doing interviews for an article." Quigley said matter of fact, leaning his chin into his palm.

"And you didn't go with them because?" She asked, picking up her tool box and moved into the living room. Violet sat down beside the end table, pulling at the loose leg.

"Because it is much more interesting to watch you work."

"Thanks for the flattery, but I don't have time. It is my only day off and I still need to fix the towel rack in the girls bathroom. The lawn mower has been overheating. And I need to go to the grocery store. The bank. And I need to do laundry." She listed off as she screwed the leg into place.

"And you have to do everything because?" He repeated her phrasing, moving to sit on the couch.

"Because— well, because I have to." Violet looked up as she finished, blowing her bangs out of her face.

"That doesn't make sense."

"I am aware, but since I have already promised myself I will do it, I have to do it." She said as she stood up. She started to cross around the other before he grabbed her by the waist. Violet let out a huff, half sitting in his lap. She looked down at him, her old ribbon hanging loose in her hair. "I don't have time for games right now, Quigley. I have work to do."

"You can spare me a few minutes." He pushed her hair back from her face, the ribbon gliding onto the floor. "And it's been awhile since it was just you and me."

"Life gets busy. You know I don't do it on purpose."

"Yes, but you try to act busy when I am around. Alone. You like to pretend you don't want it when you really do."

"This 'it' you speak of... I don't know what you mean." Violet said, resting her hand on his shoulder. She moved her leg that was supporting her on the floor and brought it with her on the couch. She was playing coy, resting her cheek in her palm.

"You know exactly what I mean. The last time 'it' happened, your imprints were there for almost a week on my shoulder."

"Since this is my first time hearing about it, you weren't upset." She pointed out, shifting herself. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Never said I was." Quigley leaned in, pressing his lips against hers softly. He tightened his hold on her waist, glad that he got her to finally slow down.

Violet deepened the kiss, shifting against the other. "My room is very untidy..." she commented as she pulled her lips away

"I don't care. I'm not going in there to critique the decor." He pulled her back in for more

"Mhmmmm... I don't know how long they will be before they're back..." she breathed out.

"They're barley getting into town by the trolley. There's more than enough time." He said, moving her leg from around his waist. He sat up, taking her hand to get her up as well.

She took ahold of his other hand, leading the way to her room. Once inside, she locked her door and turned to continue kissing him. Violet pulled on Quigley's shirt, moving back into her bed. She pushed some of her blueprints and pencils onto the floor, pulling him down with her. She would have to organize those later. She got his shirt opened, feeling him pull at the ties on her pants. Lifting her hips up, she helped get herself out of them. "There's no—"


"OK." She lifted his head up, kissing him again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lifting his shirt off and threw it to the side. She pulled her shirt over her head, sighing as his hands moved along her bare sides. She rested her legs on either side of his hips, her hands moving along his back. She closed her eyes as she listened to their breathing, titling her head to the side as she felt his kisses to her skin. She felt his hands moving up her legs, holding onto his neck before—

She let out a gasp, her legs moving to keep him close. Gripping his hair rougher, she moved her other hand to hold onto his shoulder. When his hips moved away from hers, she dug her fingers into his skin hard, satisfied when she heard him curse. Laughing under her breath, it turned into a sigh when he pushed back in. She moved her arms to wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer. "More." She pressed into his shoulder blade, pushing her hips to meet his.

"Thought you didn't really want—"

"Shut up." She groaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. Violet tried to focus her attention on his breathing, but was distracted by her body temperature going hot to cold over and over again. "Harder... please." She leaned her head back, her hips moving as if they had a mind of their own. Her breathing came out in short, quick paces and she held onto him tightly to anchor herself.

She could feel her body shake, her legs crossing around his waist to keep herself grounded. She inhaled sharply as she gave in, her hips landing back on her bed defeated. "No." She mumbled as she felt Quigley start to move away, pulling him back to her. She sighed in content at the aftershocks, wanting to keep him close to feel his warmth.

"I figured you were eager to jump back to your chores."

"The towel rack can wait another week."