Chores

"You already know this, I don't do chores!" Cecilia pouts, arms crossed, tone adamant.
You washed, cleaned and tidied after her for a while now, but you also cooked and worked on top of it all; this was a breaking point.
"I only ask that you clean up a little!"
You bemoan, exasperated. As if reasoning could ever shake her resolve on the matter.
"Do you need me to beg?"
She ponders briefly with grin.
"You can if you like, but it won't change my mind." She responds with giggles.
Her stubbornness and refusal to compromise was infuriating, no reason or promises could work. In the frustration, an overwhelming assertive instinct took a hold, causing you to pull her close and meet your lips with hers.
You kiss deeply with an unrelenting vigour; her soft lips parting reflexively to your passion allowing you to take her all in, time seemingly froze in this moment.
The overbearing impulse thawed as you withdraw yet your mind and heart continued to race.
Ceci was dazed; Her key span uncontrollably, arms paralysed, face awash with a cocktail of surprise, embarrassment and bliss. Evidently she didn't expect something so abrupt.
She briefly composed from her short-circuit to stammer a response.
"If you think that... that's gonna convince me..."
You catch the final words in another lip lock. The element of surprise had been lost however and Ceci responded by wrapping her lithe arms around your waist, you could feel her intricate joints working to tighten her grip on you. She lifted her heels off the floor to meet you on a more even footing, pining for some passionate retribution.
A protracted minute passes as you both withdraw your tongues from their pitched battle and recouperate from a shared winded breathlessness. Her face was beaming red and her eyes couldn't meet with yours, the key still whirled like a spinning top.
Before you can say anything, Ceci quietly murmured out;
"Just... shuddup..."
With the commencement of round three, you know you'll be doing the chores still, but maybe that wasn't so bad after all.