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Tiffany tried to focus all her attention on her playstation portable. Playing that hand-held portable device is one of her favorite thing to do on her off-days and an off-day like this is rarely one to hold. To others, it was like any other ordinary day where they complete their daily routine but to Tiffany, it was a special day where she gets to rest as much as she want.

She concentrated on her game, her character beating the living daylights out of the A.I when her tenant trots passed her, killing her entire concentration when Tiffany lifted her head up, catching a glimpse of her tenant's butt bouncing then disappearing into the kitchen.

Tiffany sighed heavily when her eyes averted back to her device but her character was already dead on the floor, leaving the A.I triumphant. A huge game over was pasted in the middle of the rectangular screen. She threw her head onto the couch; inhaled and exhaled loudly with a disappointed sigh in between.

All that girl's fault! Why does she have to walk around the apartment in those pants anyway?

Just as the question popped in Tiffany's head, her tenant reappeared from behind the kitchen and trotted past her again. Tiffany quickly pushed her head off the couch and her distracted eyes following her tenant into her room and when her tenant reappeared from her room, walking passed her again, her curious and slightly lustful eyes followed her blonde tenant back to the kitchen till she disappeared behind it.

I wished she would stop this..

Tiffany threw her head onto the couch again with a pained expression accompanied with gritted teeth.

Ever since the day Tiffany's mom sent her a letter from the states stating that she needs to be independent and get her own source of income, Tiffany never did sleep quite well so as a last resort, she decided to rent out an extra room in her apartment since she nor any other individuals use it and oh how she regretted it so much.

The day her tenant came over and bought the room, Tiffany gladly counted the wad of cash in her hands in glee but when the moment came that her tenant is supposed to occupy the room, she found her concentration constantly being replaced by distraction.

Here she is thinking on the first day, she will treat everyday like a normal day in which she did. Working was never easy and she often finds herself coming home to good cup of tea then laying on the couch in a lackadaisical manner; legs slightly spread apart, slouching and head thrown back on the coach with closed eyes.

She sighed contently when she heard soft giggles somewhere nearby and she immediately rose up, kept spilling some of her tea in the process before keeping herself seated in a proper manner like a lady should.

Shit, I complete forgotten someone's living in my apartment now.

Her night became a nightmare but not quite as coming home to a pretty wife was every man's dream; minus the difference that she's a tenant not a wife.

Tiffany sigh again, this time in a frustrated tone. Firstly because she can't sit the way she used to sit when no one was in her apartment and secondly, she finds herself getting quite distracted by her tenant 90% of the time and lastly, she needs her source of income and her tenant is her source of income so she can't complaint nor whine or rant.

She ruffled her hair and grunt then emptied her tea which she didn't really enjoy because she gulped it in one-shot. Tiffany marched to the kitchen but stopped abruptly, tightening her grasp on the handle of her cup slightly then loosen it slightly.

Her tenant turned around from whatever she was doing and flashed Tiffany a spell-binding smile. She kept that smile on for a mere second before turning back and resuming whatever she's doing.

Tiffany walked over and washed her cup, placed it back on the cup rack and quickly marched back to her bedroom and jumped into her blankets.

Tomorrow when I get up, I'm going to forget what happened today.

When she fell asleep, she forgot to close her door and her tenant saw her sleeping face which was etched in her mind for the night.

The next morning came and when Tiffany tore the blankets away from her and stretched, it was 11am. She got out of bed and walked out of her room when the door across from her diagonally abruptly clicked open, a blonde emerging from behind the door.

Tiffany put on her best smile.

“Good Morning”

Her tenant flashed her a smile and her greeting in return. Tiffany trotted ahead of her into the kitchen, her eyes darting to the corner occasionally; scanning to see if her tenant is walking behind her.

She mad her way to the bathroom and stopped then spun around to look at her tenant staring at her blankly. Her eyes dart down towards the clothes the blonde held in her hand then averted back to her blank face.

“Uhh..” Tiffany scratched her nape.

“Y-You go first” She stepped aside for the girl to pass through and the girl smiled yet again. Perhaps as a thank you or perhaps trying to tell Tiffany that since she paid to live here, she must be first in everything but then again, it could be the first.

***

37 minutes has passed and Tiffany is pacing back and forth in front of the bathroom door; the vivid sound of splashing water reaching her ears. She stopped, looked at her watch and tapped it gently then resume pacing up and down.

Then she stopped and tapped her feet with crossed arms before grunting heavily.

How long is she going to take in there?! Is she creating a swimming pool inside there? I'm going to be late for work!

She looked at her watch one final time and bit her bottom lip when the door swung open, revealing a fully-clothed blonde that looked utterly and ridiculously appealing. She stood there stunned but grinned sheepishly as she made her way in.

As she undressed, she felt that she completely forgotten something and when she was done with her bath, she turned around only to be stunned then cupped her head.

I completely forgot to take my clothes! WTF!

***

Finally, work was over. Today was a hectic day and Tiffany was dead-tired. She need her much needed rest but when she got home, she got greeted by the same blonde walking around the flat in that seductive hot pants that could make any man drool.

This is what I come back to everyday. Watching a blonde walking around from her room to the kitchen and from the kitchen, back to her room in those hot pants that distracts me.

Tiffany dropped her bag in her room and took a quick shower before heading off to bed. Tomorrow is a sunday. A day off. What a good day tomorrow is going to be.

***

It was already a month of living with the stranger and Tiffany could almost gotten used to it if not for the fact that she realized her tenant loves to parade around in her hot pants which kills her concentration for everything.

When Tiffany was at her laptop, typing furiously, her tenant emerged and Tiffany stares at her grab something from the kitchen; probably a water bottle then disappearing back into her room, Tiffany's eyes never left her and when she returned back to her work, she found that her mind was completely emptied. Contrary to what she had in mind earlier which was full of words. She let out a frustrated sigh as she slams her head on the keyboard of her laptop. She is going on a hiatus from writing if this goes on.

When Tiffany lifts her cup and was about to sip her soft drink, her tenant emerged and walks proudly to the kitchen. Tiffany almost dropped the entire cup on her but quickly swung it away from her body to avoid being drowned in liquid but that doesn't let a few drops of liquid drip onto her shirt and it was her fifth shirt for that day. She kind of gotten sick for changing too many times because of the blonde. Everytime, the blonde distracts her with those sick and utterly short pants of hers, she wished that she could rip her pants off there and then and completely 'drain' her for the day but she kept her thoughts to herself and continued with what she was doing – or what she was doing until the blonde passed by her and killed her concentration.

And today was a Sunday. Her special off-day. Tiffany sits on the couch, intensely punching her fingers on the button randomly as she fought the A.I. She was winning, until the blonde emerged out with those same hot pants Tiffany saw for an entire month.

She had it.

Tiffany tossed her hand-held device carelessly onto her couch and grabbed the blonde's wrist, dragged her to her room and pinned her against a wall. The room being messy was a slight turn off but Tiffany was determined to get this straight.

“Okay, look, I'm utterly sleep-deprived because of you; primarily your shorts. Don't you think they are too short?”

Tiffany pinned both the blonde's wrists with her right arm and her left arm planted beside the blonde. Staring straight into her orbs for a satisfying answer but the blonde shrugged her shoulders and smile. The same smile that she gives to Tiffany everyday.

“But I see you are constantly looking at my ass, no?”

“Pfft..” Tiffany mentally slapped herself on the forehead. The girl was right. She was constantly doing that but that's because she was constantly distracted by her hot pants! It wasn't fair. It does no justice to Tiffany.

“Yes I admit that's why I'm here”

The blonde kept that unfaltering smile on her face.

“So you going to get handcuffs and cuffed me or what? I have them in my drawers fyi”

Tiffany's eyes widened; more like surprised than shock. What does she actually do with those handcuffs?

“Yeah, sure and the next thing you going to tell me is that you have chains in that drawer too”

“You're right, I do” The blonde quickly responded. Maybe too quickly but it didn't stop Tiffany from slapping herself mentally more.

Way to go. What the hell are you doing Tiffany?!

“What do you exactly– No I mean, you have to STOP wearing those pants. Take it as I'm begging you. I will die at this rate because of the constant distraction that..” Tiffany's eyes slowly averted down to the blonde's shorts.

“Like what you see?” Tiffany's tenant whispered softly in her ear and she backed away in response.

“L-Look, I just want you to stop wearing those hot pants, it kills my sanity” Tiffany said, her eyes never straying from the blonde's hips.

“But I was fully aware that you were constantly checking me out, day in and out”

Tiffany gave up. This method isn't going to work. She needed to use something else. She continued holding down her wrists.

“What is your name?” Tiffany asked while trying to maneuver towards the blonde's drawer.

“Jessica”

Tiffany dropped her onto her bed and hovered on top of her, digging into her drawer which was full of random stuffs. She finally felt something metallic and cold. She pulled it out and realized their position.

She was on top of Jessica and Jessica was below her, putting on a fake innocent smile while tracing her collarbone softly.

Tiffany rolled her eyes and grunts.

How the hell did I end up in this position?

She didn't know what exactly she was doing. She just knows that she needs to DO something but what? That's the problem and she ends up in this position with Jessica. Awkward.

Tiffany quickly released Jessica from the hand-cuffs and apologized and sped out of the room to her room, hopped in her blanket and chants 'Anti-hotpants' over and over till she fell asleep. Tiffany woke up slightly later than noon because it was raining and rain makes EVERYONE sleeps more so it wasn't her fault. But when she opened her eyes, her tenant whizzed passed her, carrying a rectangular bag of a regular size but not without glancing at her with a smile then going into a giggling fit while making her way into her room. Tiffany got up and looked at herself in the mirror and knew why. Her hair was in a complete mess. It was like a wake-up tomahawk style. She quickly went to the bathroom and fixed her hair. Grunting, she walked out of the room but was greeted by the same sight again. This time, Jessica placed the bag on the couch and took out several mini-shorts. It's either mini-shorts or hot pants.

She must have love those friggin' pants so much -___-ll

Tiffany scrunch her eyes tightly. She doesn't know if Jessica is doing it on purpose or what but giving her a nice view of her ass was driving her sanity away. She needs to do something but she withheld it and endured the day away but when night came, Tiffany short-circuited as Jessica emerged out of her room with a shorts much shorter than what she sees everyday.

Nuts.. I'm going nuts!

Tiffany went up calmly, grabbed her wrist, dragged her back into Jessica's room and threw her onto her bed then crawled towards her. Body on top of hers, oblivious in fact.

Why.. you have to drive me crazy.. with those pants of yours..

Tiffany wanted to ask those questions inside her head nicely but what she asked was:

“Y U NO WEAR PROPER PANTS?!” ...щ(ﾟДﾟщ) ??

“Y U BUY SO MANY HOTS PANTS?! ...щ(ﾟДﾟщ) ??

“Y U LIKE TO DRIVE ME INSANE WITH THOSE PANTS?! ...щ(ﾟДﾟщ) ??

Jessica grinned and wrapped her arms around Tiffany's neck in an attempt to cool her down but Tiffany was utterly distracted.

I should have advertised with a tag at the bottom. IMPT: WOMEN OVER 7 0 YEARS OLD ONLY!And I wouldn't be in this predicament..

Tiffany clucked her tongue while staring down at the blonde underneath her. She realized that she was pinning her down on her bed while Jessica's arms are wrapped around her neck.

She pried her hands away from her neck and got off Jessica and was on her knees staring at those distracting hips that Jessica possessed. Those pants are driving her sanity away and they have to go. Jessica merely kept her smile on.

“Are my pants that distracting to you?” Jessica asked, nonchalantly.

“Those.. I .. These.. I'm gonna rip those pants off NOW and lets see how you're gonna parade in those god damn hot SEDUCING PANTS AGAIN!”

Jessica began to squirm a little when Tiffany noticed it and stopped.

“Why did you stop? I thought you were going to rip it off”

“That's because they ruin my life, do I have to mention how frickin' distracted I was by that shorts you were wearing?”

“Then rip it off or I will parade around as usual”

“You wouldn't dare” Tiffany kneeled above over Jessica and growled in her face and the blonde swung her free hand around her neck, again.

“Try me”

***

Tiffany wondered how she got herself in this sticky situation. Her initial motive was to get to try talking nicely to her tenant and asked her politely to wear something more conservative then get out of her room but instead she's caught in a tongue battle with her tenant along with a confession from the girl.

How did this happen? She completely has no clue to that. She couldn't emanate the complete lustful feel of her tongue as it twirls slowly inside Jessica's mouth. Her mind was pounding her with 'why' questions.

Why is this happening.

Why are you doing this with her.

Why are you doing this to her.

Why didn't you just walk off after ripping her pants?

Why didn't you just accomplish your motive and walk away?

Why are you stuck here in a tongue battle with her?

Those were just some questions and Tiffany was pulled out of her thoughts when Jessica grabbed her free hand and placed them on her shoulder before slowly guiding her hand onto her collar-bone. Tiffany took it as a cue and traces it gently, earning a soft moan from the blonde in between their intense and melting kisses.

Tiffany realized that Jessica wasn't reciprocating the kisses, she was giving them when she was spacing out and she had to return it if not there will be no justice done to Jessica.

Her hand started tracing downwards from her collarbones, south to the chest, south to her stomach, south to her naval and then caressing her thighs. Tiffany's hands were all over the blonde's body. She couldn't comprehend what exactly she was doing to her tenant but Jessica didn't complaint nor did Tiffany so the night went on..

***

Tiffany awoke in the afternoon. The sun's rays were less harsh on her as it wasn't morning anymore.

She got up and scratched the back of her head while trying to figure out why the bed is so rock hard and then it dawned on her what happened last night.

Things backfired. It felt like a one-night stand but it was better than that.

Whenever Tiffany sees Jessica, a smile graces her lips. A near yet far away relationship. It wasn't so bad isn't it? But those pants of hers still drive Tiffany insane sometimes.