#I just love Rick and Mariah together - she doesn't take his shit

[azikarue]

MayBlade 2022 : Day 7 : Lace

Rick/Mariah | FFN Rating: T | FFN Link ❖ Rick was getting used to Mariah taking him by surprise. She wasn't half as sneaky as she liked to think, but she had a habit of deciding things and crossing boundaries without consulting him.

They'd started sharing a room during her stays when she started sleeping in his. She'd gotten him into a routine of grocery shopping on Sundays and laundry on Wednesdays. Saturday nights were date nights. One time he'd come home to his living room redecorated, because she'd taken it upon herself to do so.

Rick bitched about all of it at first, but she was just as stubborn as he was when she wanted to be, which was always. She could dig her heels in like no other. In the end it was always more appealing to decide he didn't give a shit than to listen to her harping on.

So when he came home to the unexpected surprise of her wearing his clothes, it was par for the course.

“Oh, hey Rick!” She beamed at him from the corner armchair and tucked a bookmark into her novel. She was always so happy to see him.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he scoffed, eyeing her up and down.

She had on one of his tank tops and a pair of his sweats. She had to tie the shirt up in a knot and pull the drawstring of the pants as tight as it could go to keep them from falling off. The sleeve was still sliding off of her shoulder and he could see the pink lace of her bra peeking out where the arm holes were way too big.

“They’re your clothes, Rick – you don’t get to make fun.”

When she stood up, the pants dragged on the floor. There had to be an extra foot of material gathered around her ankles.

“I’m not making fun of the clothes,” he said with a smirk, tossing his jacket over the back of the couch.

Mariah huffed and screwed her face into a glare that was cuter than it was menacing. It was a sure sign she wasn’t taking his teasing seriously, because she could be pretty damn terrifying when she tried. Not that he’d ever admit it when she was a whole foot shorter than him and easily flung over one of his shoulders.

“Well if you weren’t so ridiculously large,” she shot back and shuffled over to pick up his jacket. She had this thing about coats being in the closet where they belonged. Rick didn’t understand why they had to put away things he used on a daily basis but keep five pillows on the bed that they never slept on. “If you were the size of a normal human, I’d fit in your clothes just fine.”

Rick smirked and waited until she was halfway to the closet to say, “You’ve never complained about my size before.”

She squeaked and tripped on a pant leg.

It only took one of Rick’s longer strides to reach her before she hit the ground and snag her around the waist. Then he hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter amid her protests. His jacket was abandoned somewhere on the ground. He couldn’t give a shit about that when her borrowed shirt had slid even further off center, showcasing the delicate scalloped edge of her bra.

“You did that on purpose!”

He squeezed the smallest part of her waist where his hands had come to rest and she inhaled sharply, arched her back just a little.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” he asked, leaning in. He knew what he wanted her to do about it.

Mariah’s eyes gleamed and narrowed. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him so hard towards her that she even slid forward some. She was strong for someone so petite and it was one of the things that drove him fucking crazy about her.

Her legs locked around his back and her lips met his in a deep, rough kiss. When he smirked against her mouth, happy to have gotten his way, she sank both pointed canines into his tongue in retaliation. He hissed. She knew those things hurt, just as well as she knew he didn’t mind the sting.

His hiss tapered off into a groan when she tangled her hand tight in his hair, between his ponytail and scalp. She pulled his head back, even though she was the one that had kissed him in the first place, and redirected his mouth to the base of her neck.

“Bossy,” he mumbled against her golden skin. Despite his protest, he was already hooking her bra strap with one finger and coaxing it down over her shoulder to join the sleeve of her pilfered shirt. He followed the path with his mouth, Mariah’s nails tightening against his scalp with every kiss.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” It pissed him off that her voice was so steady when her chest was heaving with every breath.

Rick growled. He pinched her ass with one hand and went for her drawstring with the other.

“I’m gonna see if your underwear match your ridiculous bra.”