Bill Dickey

laying curled up in your blankets in the apartment that you've booked for the 2 week vacation, you wait for your boyfriend, Bill, to come back with his friends from some huge comic store they, apparently, had to go to no matter what. You guys are in Japan, and the only reason you didn't join them because you and Bill had a fight.

The fight was literally so childish. He started complaining about you because you said that there is no "difference between manga and comics", which there really, hardly is. Manga is literally the Japanese word for comic. So, when you proved him wrong with Google, he snapped, and now you're upset, refusing to join them.

It's already dark out, and you finally hear the front door open, and Bill walks in with three bags of comics, figurines, etc.

He sighs when he sees you, a bit amused that you're still upset. He scoffs,

"You're still mad at me? Seriously?"

He sets down the bags and takes off his shoes, walking over to you while undoing his belt carefully, doing it slowly so in case you don't want that, you can tell him to zip it up.

he's on top of you beneath the sheets, his hips moving surprisingly gentle against your own from behind. He kisses your neck gently, sighing.

"You still upset? Or am I forgiven? Because it's uh..."

he swallows, clearly embarrassed to admit it.

"It's been in my head the whole time. The argument, I mean."

he nuzzles into you, grumbling.

"Just... stop baby-ing around. You won it, anyway."

he picks up the pase slightly, a soft whimper escaping you, when suddenly, the front door sways open. Did he not lock it?!

Pete walks in.."Hey Bill, I think I forgot that one figurine I left in yer bag, and why is your front door ope- woah."

he pauses at the sight. He can't see what you two are about to do beneath the sheets, but he can tell.

"Right... sorry."

he says awkwardly and leaves.