Afraid of Losing You {AcornTree}

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Hope knew that he would always send her a text or even call her when he was out on the trails or when he was on his way back home or already home, but just hearing that bit of reassurance that he would make sure to do that made her feel a little better. Of course, in all honesty it made her worry a little more because she knew the day that he would go on the trails and to the river she probably wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else other than him sending her a text or calling her. She would wonder where he was and if he was okay when she wasn't on the phone with him, and how was she supposed to deal with that? As best as she could, she tried to push the thought aside and breathed out a sigh as she watched William getting out of the car, biting her lip as she sat there for another second before she leaned over again to the glove compartment on the passenger side and grabbed out a few napkins for the two of them while reaching back to get Jazzy's bowl and the water bottles.

Soon after that she closed the door behind her and locked the car, a bit of a surprise coming to her when she felt William's hand envelope hers. She looked down at their joined hands, put on a little smile and then looked at him before they started going over to the little hill. She watched and let him spread the blanket out for them before she sat down on her knees with her legs bent, herself reaching for the bags of food shortly after as she opened it and started to lay the food out, setting the bucket of chicken down first and then everything else around it. It was in that moment, though, she she realized they were missing something. "We forgot to get plates." Despite herself, she gave off a short snort and a short laugh at that as she rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes turning to look at William, another small smile on her lips. "And forks too." Ho had they forgotten those? But there was a plastic fork in the bag that was in its own plastic warp with an extra napkin in there. She figured, if anything, they could share off of that. "I guess we'll just have to hold the food then, or use the napkins as make shift plates." If they would even really eat, for that matter. But regardless she said that she would try, and she really would.

With that thought in mind she reached over for the potato wedges and opened the box up to take one out as she took a bite out of it, looking to William with a raised brow as she made the piece of food go down.
 
William hadn't realized they'd forgotten plates either, and while he would have been fine with a plastic fork he felt it was a bit insane of the man working at KFC to have only given them ONE fork with all that food. When Hope laughed at that he smiled back at her. That little snort was cute too. Looking about, there really wasn't anything to use for plates, and not even William loved Jazzy enough to eat out of the water bowl.

Shrugging, he smiled again. "Oh well. At least the chicken is finger food. The rest we can probably just take turns with the fork and the container it came in..." William went for the chicken first. He was, finally, starting to feel a little hungry. In case that went away quickly he wanted the chicken first. William preferred white meat to dark, so he grabbed one of the breasts. It was a little big to eat with his hands, but he honestly wasn't worried about it. He simply bit right into it, the crunchy exterior and juicy meat making the perfect combination for one of the first things he'd actually wanted to eat in a few days.

"Hm..." He seemed both contemplative and to be enjoying that bite as he swallowed. "Alright... this was better than I remember it being. Do you know I haven't eaten KFC in..." he thought about this. "Probably five or six years now?" He smiled. "Not sure why I stopped, after tasting this." He smiled and then plucked a potato wedge out of the box too. Thank God he had an appetite and didn't force this food down. It made pretending so much easier, and he'd take the little victories as big ones. Jazzy was sitting right in front of him, just staring at the chicken in his hand.
 
Hope nodded her head, agreeing with what he said about the chicken being the finger food and them being able to share the fork with one another when they wanted any of the coleslaw or mashed potatoes since they weren't afraid to share something like that between one another. They had done it before when wanting to pass food to one another so that they could try it, so this, she knew, would be no problem, especially given how they had shared a very many things with one another over the years. But pushing the thought aside, she finished the rest of her potato wedge and then went to the mashed potatoes and gravy, figuring that that may be something easier for her to eat for the time being. At least she wouldn't really have to chew it too much. But as she pulled the lid from the mashed potatoes and then did the same fro the gravy her eyes caught the sigh of William reaching into the bucket of chicken to pull out a chicken breast. The sight caused her to raise her brows and stop as she watched him, her head even tilting a bit, just like Jazzy's was, her eyes blinking when she saw him take the large bite out of it like he had. Well, that certainly had been unexpected.

And it took her a second to get out of her mind after the sight to register the fact that he was talking to her now, saying something about how it had been such a long time since he had had KFC. "Apparently we made the right decision in choosing that then." It was a good sight to see him eat, if only because she remembered how he had hardly eaten any of the pizza they ordered a few days ago. While she wasn't sure how long this little appetite of his would last, at least he was being hit with something that made him want to eat. Just the sight alone made her think, or want to think rather, that everything really was back to normal because this is how he normally would have eaten. If only it would stay... Taking a breath, though, Hope even smiled a little before she turned back to her little side dishes, herself pouring the gravy on top of the mashed potatoes before she set the gravy down and put the lid back over the cup. "I haven't had KFC in a while either, or really any fast food for that matter. I think you may have been the one that stopped me from eating it as much after we started dating." But it had been a good thing, she couldn't deny, and she figured that she was a little grateful or that. "So... I blame you for not allowing us to indulge in this food." She smiled at the little teasing joke, the first one she had made it what seemed like forever to him. There was a part of her that nearly grimaced at the words, hoping that he didn't take offence to it or anything, but she also hoped that he was able to hear the joking tone to her even if it had come out a little drier than she normally would have said it.

After reaching over for the fork that was still stuck in it's package, Hope opened it and then set the napkin down as she grabbed the fork. She dipped it into the mashed potatoes and got herself a forkful of it before she brought it to her mouth and started to eat it. It was good, even if she really didn't have her appetite like William did. But... If he was making an effort to try, then she should too, right? After swallowing the bit she had, she gave William a sideways glance. "This is good." But then her eyes swept over to Jazzy who was intent on staring at the chicken that William was holding. "No drooling, Jazzy," she stated, raising her brows. Normally the dog didn't drool, but she did remember seeing a few droplets fall from the dogs mouth every once in a while she would beg for the food that they were eating. The dog turned her head to look at Hope for a second after she spoke, but quickly looked back at the food, licking her lips.
 
William smiled when she teased him too. That was more normal. He was happier after that, even if it was just a little bit. He didn't take it the wrong way at all. When she pointed out Jazzy's drooling he grinned at the little dog. She would get a treat once he was done with the chicken. He likely wouldn't eat all of it, and then Jazzy could have the rest. Sometimes she got bones, but they were devoid of meat. She'd be happier with this one.

He ate about half of it before William decided he wanted to eat other things besides chicken. He glanced at Hope, and while she was looking down at what she was eating he put the leftover chicken down between his shoes. Jazzy practically jumped at it, lying down to chow down on what was left. He smiled at Jazzy's eagerness and then reached for some more potato wedges. "I'll have the fork once you're done." He spoke up. He was eyeing that coleslaw, and while he wasn't eating a lot of everything like he might normally, he was eating a lot more than he had been the past few days. And at least a little of each. He knew he would have to save room for the cake later though. That might be hard to fit in, but he'd try it.

Glancing out across the hill as he waited for the fork, William sighed gently. It really was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, and every once in a while there would be a gentle breeze to keep them cool. He watched the children climbing all over the park for a little bit. Children was not something William thought about often, if ever. He was now though. He thought maybe he would feel different about kids if he got through this. Maybe.
 
Hope had taken a few more bites out of the mashed potatoes before she looked in the corner of her eye in time to see William setting his half eaten chicken down on the blanket by his feet so that Jazzy could eat the rest of it, to which the dog was eagerly doing so. It was nice to see that she was eating again as well, or maybe she was only doing this because this was a treat for her and she knew that she didn't get it very often. Maybe she should look into getting Jazzy a different type of dog food; maybe she just didn't like the taste of what she normally ate anymore, or maybe she had just been too worried to eat. It was weird to think that; to think that Jazzy may not have been eating her food because she felt as if something was wrong and because she may have been worried about William, if only because Hope found it a little hard to believe that the dog could be emphatic towards everything going around her in regards to the two of them, the humans. But, from the stories that she had read and heard, dogs could pick up on a lot of things. Maybe it would be a good think to watch Jazzy a little more, especially since she had been the one that called her attention to William back in the room yesterday morning. "Slow down, Jazzy; the chicken's not going to go anywhere."

Nevertheless, despite the surprise that came to Hope over the fact that William had given Jazzy human food, she rose her brows and looked at him as she took one last forkful of mashed potatoes before she handed the fork over to him. "Here you go." When she looked back into the cup of mashed potatoes to see that half of it had been eaten, that surprised her as well, if only because she hadn't really remembered eating that much of it. Apparently she had been so into her mind that she had just continued to take forkfuls without her even knowing. But at least the food was staying down, and she hoped that it would stay down for that matter. She didn't remember how many times she had felt like she was going to throw up last night, and even just a little bit ago after hearing the news. But at that moment she didn't want to think about that, because thinking about it would make her feel sick again and would probably actually make her sick in that moment.

After William took the fork she reached back over to the potato wedges, feeling more inclined, for what ever reason, to eat the potatoes that they had within the mix of food. Every once in a while she would have to swat her hand around to keep the bugs away from them, but, generally, they were left in peace. A bit of a silence overtook them, but at that point it seemed nice and not as if they had to say something in order to get the one thing off of their mind that would likely stay there for a while. But eventually Hope did want to break the silence, and after finishing another potato wedge she looked back over to William as she leaned back on one of her hands, her head slowly turning to look up at the sky. "Remember the first time we came here together and had a picnic?" She wasn't bringing up the memory because she thought that something bad would happen to him, or even because she felt like talking about past memories would be an indirect way of even thinking that he may not be able to get rid of the cancer, but it was something that she often did with things. Normalcy, that was what he wanted, and she wanted that to. And talking about the good times in the past was something she liked to do with him, especially if they were in a place that held some sort of a significant memory in her mind, like here.

She smiled as she started to think about the memory. "And remember how we ended up rolling down the hill because we were playing around with one another, and how I got a little upset because I got grass stains on my favorite shirt at the time?" She turned, again, to look at William with her brows raised and even a little smile on there with a short laugh. "I was actually pretty upset at you for that one for a little bit."
 
William ate the coleslaw and then even dipped his fork into what was left of the potatoes and gravy. He wasn't so thrilled with the coleslaw, so he hadn't eaten as much of it as he had the chicken and potato wedges. The mashed potatoes were good though, so he ate a bit more of that. As Hope started speaking again, he took his eyes away from the playground to look at her. He smiled when she brought up the memory, nodding a little. He did remember being here with her that first time. It had been a nice day like it was now.

"If I remember right, I didn't make you roll down the hill." He smirked. "You did it on your own with me, not my fault we hardly realized it." He chuckled a little and popped another potato wedge into his mouth, but he was pretty sure that that was enough for him. He was getting that full feeling again, but he had eaten a decent amount. Enough to not be worried about. Plus there would be cake later. He put the fork down in the mashed potatoes and then leaned back a little bit also. Jazzy had by then gnawed off all the meat and was just chomping at the bone.

Looking down the hill, William thought about rolling down it right then. It was a juvenile thought, but he kind of wanted to indulge. He was already indulging in everything else. He hadn't missed KFC or feeding Jazzy human food or anything else like that before. It was just... a special time. So he was making it special. "Are you wearing one of your favorite shirts today?" he asked.
 
Shaking her head with a little laugh to go along with it when he put more onto the memory, Hope scratched at the back of her head, knowing that he was right. He really hadn't made her go down the hill with him, but at the end of it, even if she had been upset with the grass stain on her shirt, she was happy that she had done it with him. She remembered how hard the two of them laughed with one another as they made it to the bottom, and she remembered of how pieces of grass had gotten stuck in their clothes and in their hair. It was amazing to her how grass could get into so many places despite the fact that they had been wearing clothes, almost like how sand had a tendency to get into places you wouldn't expect. But, unlike the sand, the grass made her itch for a little bit too, to which she had been a little paranoid about bugs having gotten on her, but she was happy to see that that hadn't been the case. "Yeah well... You pressured me into it. And that's the story that I'm sticking to."

Hope dropped her hand from the back of her neck and then leaned back on both of her hands as she tilted her head to look back up at the sky, nearly closing her eyes a bit as another little gust of wind passed through the area. "And you know how you have a tendency to be able to very easily convince me to do a lot of things." But Hope knew that that was merely a product of her wanting to do those things with him so that they could spend more time together, and so that she could experience new things. Like the first time she went hiking, which just so happened to be with William, and the first time she went kayaking, which also had been with William. While she didn't do those all that often, she was happy to have been able to have experienced those first times with him because while she had been scared, mostly with the kayaking, she was happy to know that he had been there, because she knew that he wouldn't have let anything bad happen to her. There had only been one time when she fell into the water, and they hadn't even been kayaking at the time; they were getting ready to go and she was trying to get into the kayak, but she ended up tipping it over before she could really get in it. She even got William to fall into the water in that moment as well.

At the question of her shirt, she looked down at it before she shook her head. She hadn't really thought about trying to make herself look presentable that morning, herself so wrapped up in trying to get back to the hospital quickly so that she could see William to bring him home. All she wore was a simple white t shirt that fit her nicely with a square pocket on the right side, and a pair of blue jean capris pants. "No," she finally answered back to him. "It's one of my more comfortable ones, but not my favorite. Why?"
 
William wiggled his feet a little as he waited for her answer, and he couldn't help the smile that came to his face when she said she wasn't. Honestly, she should know him better by now than to ask why. She should just know. Then again, if she did, this next part wouldn't be nearly as fun for him. Carefully making sure he wouldn't know them into any food, or Jazzy, he promptly sprang at Hope. He collided with her as gently as he could, but with enough force to knock them both over and then to roll down the hill. "Because this!" he said.

Jazzy, not wanting to be left out, abandoned her bone and the rest of the food to go running down the hill after them, barking playfully. Her leash trailed behind her, unseen in the grass as she chased them, ears flopping and tongue lolling if she wasn't barking. Once they reached the bottom, William sprawled out on his back, arms out, looking up at the sky. The tumble down had been a little fun, but mostly just ridiculous and playful. He looked towards Hope, raising his eyebrows. "Did I ruin your shirt? Because you can definitely blame me this time."
 
It had been a surprised when William suddenly sprung on her, causing a bit of a gasp to come from Hope as they soon started to tumble their way down the hill. "William!" But even despite the yell she sent his way, it hadn't any anger behind it, nor was she angry or upset at him about it. Actually, little laughs could be heard coming from her as they made their way down the hill, her ears registering a little bit of the fact that Jazzy was barking as well as she followed along after them quickly. When they made it to the bottom of the hill, she ended up on her stomach, her mind still spinning a bit as she quieted down the laugh a bit as she ran a hand through her hair. After pulling her hand back to notice that she had pulled out a few pieces of grass, she shook her head before turning to look at William who was on his back, looking at the sky.

While she hadn't wanted to think about it, she couldn't help but look over at his arms in that moment. No scratches, no bruises or marks or anything... Good. He hadn't gotten hurt, or at least not from what she could see. He seemed to be a relative peace anyway, if only because of the smile that was one his lips as he turned and looked at her to ask his question, so she figured she shouldn't worry about it too much. Bringing herself out of the little assessment of his arms, she turned and looked at his face as she swallowed before turning to look down at her shirt. She turned onto her back as well then before she leaned forward a bit to tug at the end of her shirt, giving off a breath of a laugh as she took notice of the little grass stain she had on the left side of her shirt, and she could only think of what may be on her back. "You jerk! You got grass stains on my shirt again, and now I have grass all over my hair." The fact that the shirt was white had no doubt been a product of the stain showing more easily, but, regardless, this brought her back to the last time that they did this. She just... Hoped that this wouldn't be the last time.

Even despite the fact that her throat started to form a little lump in it with the thought, she pushed the feeling aside and blinked her eyes before she looked back over to William, and, with a smile, she turned over again to him, leaning up and then leaning over him with an arm over each of his sides, trapping him almost even if she knew that he would be able to easily slip out from under her. She wanted to enjoy this moment, she wanted to forget about what they had learned today. She wanted to be playful with him, and even if the thought of this maybe never happening again passed through the back of her mind, she tried to keep it from the front of her mind. No, don't let that ruin the moment now; she needed to stay positive. Another laugh came from her before to let him know that she was playing and, even if she called him a jerk, she didn't really mean it. Well, not completely anyway, but regardless she knew that the stain would either come out with a wash or she just wouldn't wear this shirt again.

Slowly she closed her eyes before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his then, pulling back shortly after as she opened her eyes back up, giving him a soft smile as she stayed close to him. "You owe me a new shirt. One like this one too, and not just a random shirt that you find at the store."
 
William was happy to hear Hope laugh. It made him feel better too. "Oops." He said, even if it was obviously in no way an accident. This, finally, seemed normal. He let out a soft breath, smiling still. "Well, I think you look good in grass." He said, teasing her back. As Hope moved next to him, he was about to get up. He thought thats what she was doing, but instead she trapped him onto the ground instead. A grin slid onto his face as he looked up at her. His eyes studied her face and then down her neck and chest before moving back up to her face again.

When William felt Hope's lips against his, it was everything he could have asked for. The only thing he would have changed was to keep her kissing him longer, but it was enough. He kissed her back, looking up at her again afterwards. "Exactly like that one?" He asked. "What if the pocket is on the other side?" He asked jokingly, raising his eyebrows. "Would that be okay? Or what if the pocket was on the right side, but the neckline was a little different?" he reached up to first gently poke his finger at the pocket and then run them along her neckline as he said each one. "How similar are we talking here? Same brand name?" He tilted his head up to kiss her again. He was getting tired, but ignoring it. He wasn't done yet. He would be okay to ignore it for a little while. He'd just take things slower.
 
Her head tilted down a bit when he started asking about the shirt, small giggles coming from her as he poked at the pocket and then at the neckline of her shirt. She couldn't deny how even those little touches sent a bit of a shiver through her, especially when she thought that they hadn't hardly had much contact with one another other than holding hands all yesterday and then earlier that day. It was nice to be like this though; to be this close to one another, to be able to feel each other's warmth. She was going to miss that when he was gone, she was going to miss these moments with him when he was going to be in the hospital for a month... No! Get those thoughts away. She could think about that later, but right now she just wanted to pay attention to him. And she even went to answer his questions about the shirt and if she wanted it to be the exact same as the one she was wearing, but before she had been able to utter even a single sound his lips were over hers again.

Hope could feel herself beginning to fall into the kiss as it grew more intimate, but eventually she pulled back after lightly nipping his bottom lip and tugging it gently. Again she gave him another warm smile as she lowered herself so that their chest were against each other then, her arms stretched out a little more just so that she could be a little more comfortable with the position she was in, if only because was at a tilted angle across William. Nevertheless, she lowered her head and rested her chin against his chest, right below where his neck ended. "I'm talking very similar. Same exact shirt and style, same exact brand name too, so that means that the neckline better be the same and the pocket better be in the same spot. And the only time I've seen this shirt in is one particular store, but you're going to have to figure out where and what store it is yourself." Winking to him after picking her head up to look back at him, she turned her head when she heard Jazzy bark out again, the dog's appearance finally appearing back into Hope's line of vision.

With her tongue lolled out and with her eyes staring right at the pair, Hope reached a hand out to scratch the top of Jazzy's head, the dog taking that as a sign to move in a little closer to the pair as her tail wagged furiously behind her. "I'm surprised that she didn't stay up there with the food. What, did you not want to eat without us?" She turned her head and rested her cheek against William's chest again as she spoke the last sentence to Jazzy. She could hear his heart beating in his chest, strong and well or so it seemed. It almost lulled her into a sense of relaxation. "I'm still surprised that you gave her the chicken. I hope she doesn't have a stomach ache because of it, and if she does, you're cleaning anything up that comes from her." But it was unlikely that Jazzy would throw up, or at least Hope hoped so, so her reply was merely a joke. If Jazzy did do anything she would probably clean it anyway just so that he wouldn't have to do it.
 
William enjoyed their kiss. Especially when she tugged on his lip at the end there. Only one store where that one was? Hm... He would have to see what he could do about that. Before he could say anything else, he turned to look at Jazzy when she barked too. He smiled at the dog as Hope scratched her head, and his eyes returned to her shortly afterwards. Hope was so pretty, framed against the blue sky like that. It really brought out her eyes.

"Chicken is good for dogs sometimes." Not fried chicken, but that was beside the point. He wouldn't say that and he doubted Hope would either. Maybe, if he didn't find the shirt in town on Tuesday, he'd search online... later. He decided then to tease Hope a little more about it. Reaching down, he tugged at the hem of her shirt and then snuck his hand up the back between the fabric and her skin. "You'll have to take this off then, and give it to me. So I can make sure I get the exact right one." He tugged at the hem of her shirt again, as if he was going to take it off of her right there in front of everyone. He was curious as to what her reaction would be, and of course he would never actually undress her in public. He was just teasing.
 
While chicken could be good for dogs, Hope had a feeling that that type of chicken certainly didn't come from KFC, or any sort of fried chicken for that matter. But, she decided to not say anything on the matter, seeing as Jazzy probably hadn't eaten enough of it to really have it effect her in too much of a negative way. Besides, she thought she saw the dog eating more of the actual meat, rather than the skin of it, so maybe that would help with things. She gave off a little snort to the comment though, lifting her head back up and then looking to the dog who was now looking in another direction with her ears perked, though she was now sitting right beside them instead of leaving the area, more than likely not wanting to be far away from the two of them.

When he started to tug at the hem of her shirt, Hope turned her head to look back, her brows furrowing a bit before she turned and looked back down at William at his comment, tilting her head a bit before she could feel her face start to heat up with another blush. Biting her lip, she grinned before she reached one of her hands back to tug on her hem in the opposite direction that William was tugging her shirt in, though the fact that one of his hands was up her shirt helped with exposing a little more of her skin. A few blades of grass that had been stuck on her shirt fell onto her back then, causing Hope to shiver a bit at the tickles that the feeling sent down her body, but she quickly tried to push the thought aside. "William," she sounded out a bit, almost as if it were a warning, though a teasing one at best. "I know you like to take my clothes off any chance that you can, but not when there are so many kids around. You might scar them." With that thought she picked her head up and looked in the direction in which most of the kids and their families were at, none of them looking in their general direction, though she knew that if anyone looked their way that they would have a pretty good view of them, a better view of them, anyway, then what they would have had if they were still at the top of the hill.

"You can take it off later on," she said with that essentially being a promise to him for later on if he wanted to do that. "And then you can check and see where the shirt came from, but not here. You wouldn't want to get kicked out for indecent exposure after all, hm?" That would be one hell of a memory though, she had to admit, one that she would likely look back on and laugh at, especially every time she would drive past the place. But that thought of it just caused her face to redden even more, causing her to look away as she smiled to herself.
 
William could tell the exact moment Hope realized what he meant. He could see it run across her face as she blushed, her eyes squinting just slightly. It was cute. Incredibly cute. He grinned as Hope tugged in the opposite direction, but he just snaked his hand up her back a little more until his fingertips reached just below the band of her bra. He paid attention with the way she said his name, but decided he could push it a little further. But not much. And only because she had promised him later.

Still, what did he care about those families over there? If those kids never saw a bra before they were too sheltered anyway. Half of them would need them soon and the other half would want them, although not to wear. "Taking it off later is a good start to getting me to not take it off now." He began. "But what else are you going to give me if I don't pull it off right this second?" His fingers stroked the skin of her back, as if to remind her of where his hand was at already. He didn't think he would. At least, he probably wouldn't. But honestly, William was really beginning to care less and less about what people thought. "I want something now, as compensation for having to wait."
 
Hope couldn't help it when her back arched as she felt William's fingers travel up her back again, reaching up to the back of her bra at that point. Goosebumps were beginning to rise in her skin, even if she tried to push them down, though she couldn't help it. She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at him, furrowing her brows as she wondered how far he was actually going to go with this. There was no way he would take her shirt off in public, right? Right? But his words almost hinted at that otherwise, causing her to purse her lips a bit into a bit of a fake pout as she listened to him before she laughed. What was she willing to give him since he wanted something right then and there? "I don't know; why should I give you anything? After all, you are the one who messed my shirt up, and this time it was actually your fault that we ended up at the bottom of the hill." She scrunched her face up as she continued to tug back on the hem of her shirt, looking back and then looking back to William all in that same moment before she leaned forward and poked at his chest with her free hand, herself laying on him now since she wasn't holding herself up by her hands any longer.

She rose her brows in question then, tilting her head to the side. Now these were moments she really loved, and this was a moment that she was happy to be experiencing right now. It was almost as if what happened earlier that day had been pushed out of both of their minds so that they could enjoy these moments together. And Hope was happy for that; she was happy that she was able to lose herself in this moment to be able to keep the thought of the cancer in the back of her mind, even if it came up every once in a while, even as she laid across him like she was now and even as he kept his hand up her shirt. But he was distracting her enough, she figured, and he was doing fine enough. They both were, and she didn't want to ruin the moment. "Huh? What makes you think you deserve anything?"
 
William chuckled at her words. This was a fun and interesting game they were playing. Like Hope, it distracted him enough so that he could forget about everything else. Jazzy, realizing she was being ignored, simply sat down and waited for the attention patiently. William shook his head at Hope's question.

"I don't think you quite understand what I'm saying." He responded. He was kind of playing at being the bad guy here, but it was all just for fun. "I'm not saying I deserve it. I'm saying I demand it, or else I'm going to pull your shirt off." he answered. William tilted his head forwards and up to bite her ear lobe. "This is manipulation, not reward." He whispered to her. He didn't think he'd actually pull off her shirt, but then he wasn't really sure. Mostly he was just playing to see if what Hope would do. Would she give in and give him something? Or would she call out his bluff? He smiled at her and then kissed her cheek. "I'm waiting."

His fingers brushed up against the band of her bra and then back down again, just to add a little fuel to the fire. A silent promise that he wouldn't wait forever to hear how she would handle this situation, and that he could pull her grass-stained top off at any moment.
 
There was a part of Hope that was nearly convinced that he wouldn't do anything; there would be no way he would want to take her shirt off in public like this, especially since there were other people around. Or, at least that was what she reasoned. After all, would he really want his girlfriend walking around without a shirt when anyone could see her and stare at her? More than likely she knew what she would do if he did take her shirt off; she would try to cover herself up as best as she could and then guilt William into feeling bad about him doing that until he gave the shirt back, and then she would promptly go to teasing him about the fact that she was able to get it back so quickly from him. Then again, now that she thought about that, hadn't she used that tactic on him a few too many times already and gotten her way? Surely he wouldn't continue to fall for her fake upsets and pouts.

Nevertheless, as he spoke to her again and as he even leaned up to bite at her earlobe, she bit the inside of her cheek, especially when she felt the shiver and goosebumps rise through her as he whispered into her ear. Manipulation then? Well, she could definitely see that happening now, and while before she had been relatively confident that he wouldn't take her shirt off, now she wasn't so sure. When his hand raised higher onto her back she didn't fight to tug it back, figuring that it would be pointless to do that because it wouldn't help with anything, and instead decided to just keep the hand that held onto the hem of her shirt. She pushed her free hand against his chest after he said that he was waiting for her, herself raising up and pressing lightly against his chest as she narrowed her eyes a bit. Okay, so maybe he was serious about this, maybe not serious serious but a playful serious. But in that same moment the previous thought she had before came to her mind, which made her brows twitch and raise a bit as she looked down at him still.

"Right, so you'd be completely fine with taking my shirt off, despite all of the people here?" Her lips tilted up into a sly smile. "And despite the fact that anyone, any guy, could see me, stare at me, and then even potentially take pictures of me and put them on the internet where they will inevitably stay for the rest of existence? I mean, I know I'll have a bra on, but you know how some people get. Now would you really want to put me through that? Would you even want anyone looking at your girlfriend like that? What do you think your parents would say if they happened upon that picture?" The last comment had been a mere joke, one that made her smile a little more, though there was still a bit of a slyness to it.
 
It was a good tactic, what Hope had decided to do. William had never been a jealous man... but he was still a man. Would he want to put her through that? No. Would he want another guy looking at her like that? Well... "They already look at you like that." He responded. It was a weird compliment, but one that kept him in the game without completely wussing out. Sometimes they did look at her in a way that was really not appropriate, but William had never been jealous. He was the lucky one that got to be with her, and he knew for sure that she'd never go for someone else. If they broke up, he felt confident it would be because of some other reason. But then, William was also confident that they wouldn't break up at all. He could only hope that he was right.

William studied Hope's face as he decided on how to proceed. One of them would eventually have to back down, and he got the feeling that it would likely be him. He didn't think he had the guts to actually pull her shirt off, and on top of that he really wouldn't want to do that to Hope. Still, he liked that she was playing along. She, in this instant, held all of the cards. He was only pretending he had something left to play, and it was a matter of how long he would last.

"Well, if you can't think of something to give me... or won't... I guess I'll just have to take your shirt off then. I'll count to three, last chance." He decided, and either she would give him a kiss or something else, or he would get to three and then look like a complete fool. But a playful one, so he wouldn't mind. He raised his eyebrows, acting like pulling off her shirt would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do. "Ooooone...." He drew out the word. "Twooooo."
 
Despite herself, Hope couldn't help but get out a little laugh at his comment about other guys already looking at her when she looked like she normally did. It was a compliment, she knew, one that made her blush and one that even made her a little shy to think about and not because she wasn't happy or confident with the way she looked, but it was always a weird thought to think that other guys were looking at her in such a way. But, she knew where her loyalties were with, and they were with William, so, honestly, she could care less about what the other people thought about her in terms of looks. In her mind, William was the one who was able to see her vulnerable and he was the only one that was able to see her behind the closed doors of their bedroom, and no one would ever be able to take his place. She hoped that no one would. Regardless, she couldn't help but comment on that matter, saying, "Yeah well, if they already look at me like that, then why give them more fuel to the fire by taking my shirt off?" Teasingly, she rose her brows and smiled at him, almost feeling as if she was triumphant in that moment.

But then his other comment came, and that nearly made her feel a little less confident that he wouldn't take her shirt off. Of course, she knew if he did it wouldn't be for ill intent, however, as she looked down at him, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes. Would he, or would he not? She couldn't tell, but as he started to count down, even despite the fact that he was dragging out the words, she couldn't help but think that he might, even if it would be for one quick second. And right when he was about to say three, to which she would have figured out whether or not he was bluffing with everything, she closed her eyes, smile a little, and then opened them back up. "Okay, okay! What do you want?"

A little laugh came from her again as she gave him a sheepish smile. Honestly, she thought about playing along with him and she thought about waiting to see if he would actually do that, but, really, even if she was a confident person she still had a shy side to herself, and the thought of having her shirt taken off embarrassed her a little too much. Hey, she was a bit conservative, not in front of William of course, but still. She leaned down again a little closer to William's face, snorting lightly to herself as she lightly tapped her nose against his. "You win, so what does his evil highness want from me since you demand that I give you something?"
 
William had to admit his surprise when Hope gave in. His eyebrows raised and he dropped his hand a little bit so that it was resting on the small of her back, not pulling her shirt up so much. He had to laugh a little as their noses touched. He stopped counting, looking at Hope with a wicked smirk just to match the title she had given him. Evil highness indeed. He was hoping she would just think of something to give him so that he didn't have to. Since she was asking, and since he had won, he thought about this a moment.

"Hmmmm..." He mused. "I require that you must give me two kisses." William decided. "One right here, and one right here." He pointed first to his lips and then to his neck. "Thats what you have to give me, and then I won't pull your shirt off. Evil highness' promise." He chuckled, smiling at her then. He thought that this was a good exchange. Even if Hope had been kissing him from the start anyway. This as different because he had won now. He waited patiently for her. Or at lest, as patiently as William the evil highness could be.
 
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