Sometime during the night Buffy woke, still in Spike’s arms though they were on their sides now. Shifting carefully so as not to wake him, she made her way out of bed and into the bathroom. After shutting off her radio, she debated taking a shower since she felt sticky from last night’s activities, but that would disturb the man sleeping in her bed so she cleaned up as best she could with a washcloth. Looking into the mirror, she frowned at the tangled mess of her hair and promptly took a brush to it. She didn’t want William to wake up to her looking like this. Funny that she’d become suddenly so concerned with how she looked to him.
When she returned and lifted the covers, he stirred and began mumbling. She thought it adorable when he turned his back to her and reached out a hand as if searching, muttering her name. She sidled up to him and slid an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his stomach.
“Mmmm, Buffy.”
She sighed; it warmed her heart to hear him say her name as he placed a hand over hers and slumbered. She kissed the nape of his neck then pressed her cheek against his back. Would he tell her more about himself later that morning once they both were awake? She simply couldn’t come right out and ask him all the questions she had, it would be too much like prying. She groaned internally. How was she ever going to say good bye to him? When would she see him again? She didn’t know how wise an idea it was to hire him again just so they could spend time together, he might hold it against her and that would ruin any chances they may have for... hold up. You don’t even know what he wants, if anything with you. Not only that, but she still had yet to tackle the issue of what she wanted, and unfortunately, most of that would depend on what he chose to tell her. Deciding to let go of the sudden need to over think things, she snuggled closer against him, rubbing her calf along his muscular legs, enjoying his warmth and the contentment from not having to sleep alone.
Several hours later, the sound of birds chirping their early morning song and the sun’s light filtering through the bedroom window had woken her up. They were still in the same position but his hand was no longer on top of hers. She stroked a thumb over his lower abdomen, enjoying the feel of the soft downy hair near his navel. ‘Yummy line’, that’s what Anya had called it. Yes, it certainly is, smiling when she thought about exactly how much pleasure she derived from going down on him. All of sudden she felt something touch her fingers, silky yet hard.
Oh my God. Even in his sleep the man was insatiable. It must have been her touch that aroused him, his erection growing, reaching for her hand as if begging for attention. She placed a single finger on the tip, sliding it down towards the base and back up again, loving the vibrations of his deep voice rumbling through his back and into her chest as he purred. Taking his length in her hand, she gently pumped him a few times before having to let go. He was shifting onto his back so she inched away to make room, not yet ready to have him awake.
Once he’d settled, she propped her head up to look at him. He was still asleep. Good, she thought. It was nice being able to just watch him for awhile. He looked so peaceful, so content, and so cute whenever his lip would twitch involuntarily. His eyes moved back and forth beneath his lids, making her wonder what he was dreaming about.
Whatever it is he’s having one hell of a good time.
The inner slut offered her opinion.
---Why does it always have to be something sexual?
It was clear what she was implying.
Duh!!! Raging hard on isn’t clue enough for you?
---Okay, point taken.
If I were you, I’d take advantage of that. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste.
---That’s not polite. He’s sleeping and may not appreciate me doing that. I mean technically our night together is over.
Are you sure you’re not a natural blonde? Cuz hello! What man wouldn’t want to be woken up with someone servicing him? Remember waking up to him taking care of you? You loved it. So I say return the favor. Trust me, he won’t mind.
Right again; she did like it when he woke her up, pumping his length into her from behind. The memory triggered a swell of need in her belly. She didn’t want to risk him waking up from the weight of her body straddling him, so she opted for something other than sex.
Wiggling her body underneath the covers, she placed herself eye level with his cock, salivating the second she saw the tip was weeping heavily. Darting her tongue out, she cleaned it in one sweep, smiling when he moaned above her. She made sure her touch was light as she licked his length before taking the head into her mouth, suckling it gently.
He was up against a wall, naked and panting. His girl was on her knees, a hand to each hip, fingernails digging in slightly as her pouty lips engulfed his cock. He placed a hand on the back of her head and watched her work him at a deliciously slow pace. God she was beautiful and so very selfless when it came to this act. He could feel his balls tightening; the sight alone turned him on but the fact she liked it, was hungry for him and enjoyed swallowing what he had to offer was what had him wanting to spill in her mouth.
Desperate to hold out, he beat his head against the wall repeatedly, hoping the pain would distract him. It was such a gift, a treat for him to receive this kind of attention from her that he, selfishly, wanted to prolong the bitter sweet torture.
A dull thump caught her attention, bringing her actions to an abrupt halt. Moving the covers back slowly she spared a glance in the direction of the sound. What the hell is he doing? ‘Thump... thump... thump’. It appeared as if he were still sleeping but was he... yes, she watched him deliberately whack his head against the headboard. He was going to wake himself up for sure if she didn’t first. On second thought, she decided to go back to what she was doing, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset that she’d taken it upon herself to pleasure him without his express permission.
“AHHH! Bloody hell!” Upon opening his eyes, the sight, the realization his dream was no dream at all, that his girl did indeed have those beautiful lips of hers wrapped around his cock nearly drove him insane with lust. “God, luv, feels so... mmmmmmm!” He flung his head back one more time against the dense oak of her headboard, trying to keep from cumming.
Good . He didn’t seem to mind judging from his verbal reaction and the fact he placed a hand to her head, encouraging her to continue. More than anything she wanted to wake him in a way that would express her appreciation for him, both physically and emotionally through worshiping the idol that sat upon the altar of his hips.
He lowered both hands to her shoulders to try and stop her, wanting nothing more than to take her beneath him, give her a proper good morning; but she was having none of it. She pushed his hands away and continued to lavish his aching member, using her tiny hands to stroke him in time with her mouth.
“Christ! Buffy, please.” He grabbed her shoulders again, determined to have her despite the passion she poured into sucking his cock.
“What are you... Hey! I wanted to, to...”
“I know what you wanted to do, but I have to have you. Please don’ deny me, kitten please.” He brought her mouth to his, grateful she didn’t protest.
The heated kiss turned tender after moments of coaxing her to slow down by pulling back to nip at her bottom lip, down her throat and towards her ear. She whimpered against him, her desire for him to continue evident as she rubbed her naked form against him. Good! That’s what he wanted, for her to always want him, to be and to remain on her mind long after he had to leave. Because once he had the money for the restaurant in his pocket he’d be coming back for her. He’d find a way into her heart and win her love, even if it meant selling his soul to obtain it.
“Baby, mmmph. Want you so bad.”
He tugged her hips forward until she was forced to straddle him, their centers so close he could feel the heat emanating from her core, her slick folds brushing the base of his cock with every deep, ragged breath she took.
“Ahhhh,” she gasped and broke away to stare down at him, knowing her need was as great as his but that she was willing to forgo hers in order to please him. “I only wanted to taste you, to please you.” She dipped her head back down, capturing him for a heated kiss, pulling away long enough to beg. “Please, William?”
He snapped. Hearing her selfless desire to make him feel good, his name, her begging, all of it did him in. He didn’t want to hold back this time... he was going to take his girl hard and fast, pound her into the ground until she couldn’t see straight.
Flipping them over, he ignored her startled reaction and pleas to stop. He hurriedly nudged her thighs apart to settle himself between them. Taking hold of his cock he pushed against her opening, slipping the head inside before whispering huskily into her ear.
“Tell me you don’ want this Buffy, tell me and I’ll stop, I promise.” He prayed she wouldn’t. The three short seconds that passed seemed like hours until she replied, her voice choking with need.
“Yes. I want this, you................. AHHH!” He wasted no time after her answer. Plunging inside her, she could tell he was too rapt with need to be concerned with her pain. It was her own fault; she was the one who built his lust to the breaking point, making him take her with such force. She wasn’t about to kid herself either though, the mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled her was exquisite. “AHHHHHHHH.”
He pounded her hard, making the bed groan and creak with the force of his thrusts, seeking to fuel her desire, turn it into the blazing inferno that his lust raged with now. Hearing her whimper only spurred him on, he’d never felt more determined to please her as well as himself. He sought to bury, to plant the seeds of his lust and his love deep in her core, her soul, letting her know under no uncertain terms exactly how he felt about her... and who she belonged to.
She fought for every breath she took, only to release it in short bursts to utter ‘yes’ or ‘more’ as he filled her over and over. Clinging to the tightly corded muscles of his arms, she felt every fiber in her body stiffen as she approached the border of her release with frightening speed. Overwhelmed, she convulsed around him, wringing his cock so tight within her walls he was forced to slow his motions despite his best efforts to keep driving himself at the same speed he’d first taken her with.
“BUFFY!”
That did it; he hit his breaking point. He’d never had a woman climax as hard around him as his girl did now. It was too much, not enough, everything in-between as he came hard inside her, his hips jerking with every stream of cum he released inside her welcoming body, screaming out her name in hopes to ground himself before falling over the invisible edge of... he didn’t know what. He was already in love with her. The only thing that stood between him and true paradise was to secure her returning love.
The shaking of muscles, twitching of body parts, persisted for several long moments before she felt his full weight collapse against her. Sated and content, she ran her fingertips slowly up and down his spine. Damnit, why couldn’t she have met him under different circumstances? It was useless to keep asking herself that. They were here... now... and she was forced to deal with everything the way it was in all its complexity.
He started that damn sexy purr of his again as her fingers danced along his skin. She used the light sheen of sweat on his back to lightly massage the muscles between his shoulder blades.
“Mmmmm, you’re so good to me, luv.” He pushed himself up to stare down at her questioningly. “Why?”
“Why not?” She smiled when he chuckled at her answer and shook his head. “Okay mister, get off me so I can take a shower.” It was time to move away from the seriousness of both their coupling and his question, plus she was all sweaty again, not an attractive state to be in and have a conversation.
He bent down and kissed her quickly then rolled off her, appreciating the sight of her lovely bum as she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
“Can I join you?”
She spun her head in his direction in time to catch his eyebrows waggle suggestively at her.
“Oh no. That is so NOT going to happen.” Was he nuts? She knew that would only lead to more sex, and right now she was a bit sore, not to mention she could feel his sperm starting to leak out and run down her thighs. He sat up and put on his best pout.
“Please? I’ll keep my hands to m’self.”
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. That damned pout of his really got to her.
“Fine.” Her eyes snapped open and she wiggled a warning finger at him. “But only to shower, promise?” He traced a cross over his heart and said ‘promise’. “You better. Come on.”
She offered him her electric toothbrush and a new replacement head so he could brush his teeth, insisting they both ‘needed it’ or else she wouldn’t allow him to kiss her again. He conceded to having dragon breath and took the offered toothbrush, watching her disrobe and disappear into the steam of the shower.
Wow, seeing his hard, sculpted body all wet and soapy had her hormones turning against the soreness between her legs that protested anything get near it. She turned away from him and tried to focus instead on washing up. As promised he hadn’t laid a single finger on her the entire time, which oddly enough disappointed her. Well, at least he’s a man of his word.
She got out first and wrapped a towel around her hair, securing it like a turban and slipped on her terrycloth robe. Turning to hand him his own towel, it suddenly occurred to her that his clothes were still on the floor of her foyer, no doubt still soaked from last night’s storm.
“I’ll be back in a second, stay here.” Not bothering to wait for any kind of reply, she left him standing there and jogged down to the living room, retrieving the bag containing her own clothes he’d returned to her just last night.
What the devil is she up to , he wondered. Hearing her footsteps approach the door to the bathroom, he kept running his fingers through his hair to tame the wild curls, hoping she owned a bottle of gel so he didn’t have to look like a git.
“Here, might as well put these on.” She handed him the sack and giggled when she saw he was fighting to flatten the natural waves of his locks. “If you’re able hang out for awhile, I can wash and dry your clothes from last night. That is, if you want, I mean... I totally understand if you have to go,” her voice conveyed her nervousness. She secretly hoped he would stay awhile; it just didn’t feel right, him leaving so early.
He turned a surprised look her way. “You sure, luv? I wouldn’t be interruptin’ any plans of yours?”
“Nope. No plans. Of course we’ll have to go out for breakfast since I don’t want to kill you by trying to cook.”
He gave her hearty laugh. “Tell ya what,” he leaned a hand against the wall and tilted his head to the side. “Let me see what’s in your kitchen and I’ll cook breakfast, for taking care of my clothes. Deal?”
“You cook?” Huh. Well, most men knew how to scramble an egg she supposed, especially if they lived alone.
“I dabble, yes.” He had to turn away from her he was smiling so hard. To cook for her was something he’d wanted to do and here was his chance. Sure, it wasn’t quite the romantic dinner he would have preferred to have made, but breakfast would do nicely enough.
“Deal.” She extended her hand in order to shake his.
He curled a finger around the belt of her robe and tugged on it, bringing her towards him to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I think we’re well beyond the stage of formal niceties, pet, yeah?” He looked down to see her blush right before she hid her face against his bare chest and snaked her arms around his waist. He sighed, looking into the mirror to see what she looked like wrapped in his embrace; yes, it looked as perfect as it felt. Holding her for a moment longer, he gave her a quick squeeze with his arms then leaned back and turned her body away from his. “Now go get dressed and wash my clothes, woman.” He gave her bottom a playful pinch and pushed her forward, chuckling when she gasped and rubbed her backside, glaring at him.
“Meanie.” But she smiled, enjoying the moment and his sense of playfulness.
“Want another?” He raised one eyebrow and started for her.
“NO,” she screamed and darted out the door, slamming it shut behind her. She leaned against it and smiled, hearing him break into hysterics.
He came out of the bathroom just as she finished pulling a sweatshirt over her head. He looked so different dressed down in her clothes; it was a nice look on him, domestic, comfortable.
He caught her staring but didn’t call her on it.
“You wouldn’ happen to have any hair gel, would you pet? `M startin’ to look like a right git here.”
“Yes.” Sure, she had gel, but she wasn’t going to give it to him. She liked his curls just the way they were, wild and soft looking, not straight and plastered to his head.
“Care to tell me where I might find it?” He waited, seeing her mischievous grin and wondering what she thinking.
“Nope.” She walked forward and reached a hand out, curling her fingers into the smaller hairs at the back of his neck, noting they too were almost as dry as the rest of the curls on his head. “I already told you, I like it like this. It’s softer to the touch and really cute.”
He stepped back horrified. “Take that back” he barked, “`M not cute.”
She decided to taunt him a bit.
“Yer cuuuuuuuuuute. Cute. Cutey. Cuter than a button.” She ‘squeed’ loudly when his eyes turned deadly and he went to grab at her. She bolted, darting down the stairs as fast as possible with him hot on her heels. Her socked feet slid dangerously across the wooden floor as she rounded the corner to her living room, threatening to make her lose her balance.
She made it to the other side of the couch, effectively putting it between them.
“Buffy,” he warned her, “take it back!” There was no way he was mad at his girl, she was the one who was positively cute as she giggled and danced side to side, readying to run if he so much as took a single step forward.
“Uh-h, can’t. It’s the truth. Your boyish curls are so cute, like a newborn, all fluffy and messy.” Her smile dropped when he stood up straight with an alarmed look on his face.
“What the bloody hell is that?” he questioned, feigning shock. The second she turned her head in the direction he pointed he made his move. Reaching across the couch, he grabbed her elbow and yanked her body until he had her pinned underneath him wriggling to free her wrists from his grip.
“Ok, alright, I take it back.” She laughed. “You’re not cute, you’re... you’re gorgeous, handsome, sexy. All that is manly, AHH, stop it.”
He let go and tickled her sides briefly before sitting down and pulling her up to sit on his lap.
“See, tha’s all you had to do, or else I would be forced to spank that luscious bottom of yours.” He giggled when she stiffened in defense.
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere near my ass, it’s already sore from this morning.”
“`M sure it is. Sorry I was bit rough pet, but what can I say? Wake a bloke up like that and expect me NOT to want you?” He pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear then settled his hand on her knee.
“Well, I’m not exactly complaining, but I really only did... what I did FOR you, not because I wanted you to do anything back.” She wanted to reiterate what she’d told him last night, that she didn’t expect anything from him he wasn’t willing to give.
“Yeah,” his expression turned soft, “got that memo. You really are an amazin’ woman, Buffy.” Not wanting to get too serious, he quickly added, “Feel free to do that anytime you wish. I won’ stop you.” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and gave her a sexy grin.
“Hmmmm, I think I just may file that invitation away for later, William. It is okay if I call you William, isn’t it?” They still hadn’t talked about that, but she needed to know for sure if he was alright with it. “Lorne kind of, sort of... accidentally said your name when we talked about you the other day.”
She had the nerve to act skittish, as if she’d done something wrong. Silly bint. God damn but he loved everything about her.
“Yeah, `s fine. I rather like the way it rolls off your tongue.” Seeing her smile of relief filled him with joy. “I was gonna tell you anyhow.”
She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
“Sure you were,” she accused.
“Oi. I said I’d never lie to you, I was gonna tell you,” he hesitated when her accusatory stare intensified, “eventually. Today?”
She erupted into laughter when he looked like a scolded child. “Come on, you promised to cook breakfast and I’m starved.”
He nodded, but when she moved to stand up he held her down and gave her a soft, lingering kiss, trying to coax her into parting her lips. He really couldn’t get enough of her. Even after this morning’s rough and tumble, his manhood responded instantly when she kissed him back, though she clearly wasn’t taking the bait to deepen the kiss. She pushed on his chest to separate them, stood up and grabbed his hand.
“Hungry. Kitchen. Now.” She dragged the whiney, sulking man off her couch and headed for the refrigerator. Flinging it open she waved a hand towards its contents. “Have at it, though you probably won’t find much to work with. I’m telling you we’re better off going out to eat at...”
“Shoosh,” he scolded and pushed her back towards a chair at the center island, “I’ll take it from here. You jus’ sit and relax, gotta fill my girl’s belly.” He turned back to rummage through every drawer and behind a gallon of milk. He was pleasantly surprised to find she had a variety of vegetables, more than enough ingredients along with the eggs she had to make her a killer omelet.
He did it again, called her ‘his girl’. She liked the sound of it more than she should, as deceiving as it was. She wasn’t his anything, though she secretly wished she was.
He laid everything he’d chosen to work with on the countertop next to her stove and commanded her to stay put, insisting all she needed to do was sit there and look pretty while directing him to what he needed in order to cook.
WOW! She watched in awe as he moved deftly about her kitchen. When he diced up a tomato, she thought for sure he was going to lose a finger as he rapidly turned said vegetable into nothing more than salsa size pieces in under fifteen seconds. He wielded the sharp knife with skill, as if it were an extension of his hand, like a warrior with his weapon. He ran back and forth between chopping each vegetable individually in front of her and shoving them off the cutting board into a glass mixing bowl set next to the stove. When he asked where she kept her spices she pointed to a cupboard and waited curiously to see what he would pull out.
He retrieved three bottles of herbs cringing inside at the thought of using anything other than fresh. Oh well, he was sure he could make do, maybe a dash of Worcester would help enhance the taste. “Ah, there we are.” He found the sauce hiding out in the far corner of her cupboard and set it alongside the spices next to the carton of eggs. Turning her stove on, he set the frying pan directly over the gas flame, preheating it in order to best sauté the onions.
“I never knew I had half the stuff you’re using lying around the kitchen.” He chuckled at her and placed an onion onto the chopping block, quickly turning it into tiny slivers. “Ewww.” She scrunched her nose in distaste. “I don’t like onions.” He looked at her as if she’d grown a second head.
“Why would you have it in your fridge if you didn’?” He didn’t stop moving about even as he waited for her answer.
“When my friends come over we like to make spaghetti and they always insist on having onion in it. I mean, I don’t mind it in the sauce, but with eggs? I’m not so sure.” He gave her an exasperated look, causing her to feel guilty for even mentioning her dislike of them. “What? I’m sorry, just being honest.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Trust me; if you like them in sauce you’ll like them in eggs. Jus’ has to be cooked right, tha’s all.” When the frown on her face deepened he walked over to her and raised her off the stool by her hand. “Out of the kitchen with you. I won’ tolerate any criticism of my cookin’ until AFTER you’ve tried the final product. `Sides, don’ you have some laundry to do, pet?”
“Fine, okay, I’m outta here.” She threw her hands up in defense. Watching him move like ‘Emeril’ around her kitchen had distracted her from remembering to even pick his clothes up off the floor. She hadn’t made it to the doorway before he stopped her in a stern voice.
“Buffy?”
She turned to see him holding a spatula in one hand, waving it at her as he tsk’d, shaking his head back and forth.
“What?”
“Aren’t we forgettin’ somethin’?” He thought her gorgeous as her eyes darted around the room, searching for whatever it was she thought she may have left behind. “Come ‘ere.” She walked towards him slowly. When she came within reach he held his hand out and waited for her to take it. “Where’s my kiss?”
“That’s what I’m forgetting? A kiss?” she asked incredulously. “Oh my God could you be any mo...”
“Buffy?” He interrupted her then smiled when she stomped her foot like a child.
“Why do you always interru...”
“Buffy!” He gave her a smile and turned his head, tapping a finger against his cheek. “Right here.”
She snorted and rose up on her toes to give him what he wanted. She was helpless to his charms, why even try?
Satisfied, he shooed her out of the kitchen and commanded she not come back but to sit at the table once she’d put his clothes in the washer.
Gathering the soggy clothes off the floor, she made her way to the basement, adding to his small pile with some of her own dirty clothes to make a full load before starting the washer. She decided to fold some laundry from the previous day as long as she was being ‘banned’ from her own kitchen. Onions, blehhhh. There’s no way . But for his sake she would stomach it. He went to great lengths to cook her breakfast, well, to her it was great lengths, he made it look like a walk in the park.
Finishing up she headed up the stairs. Upon opening her door she was hit with the strong aroma of eggs and spices, it smelled... wonderful. She tiptoed slowly towards the kitchen, intent on getting a sneak peek at how he was coming along and hopefully a glimpse of what he’d created with her ‘odds-n-ends’ she never gave a second thought to being edible.
“Looking for somethin’, pet?” He laughed when she about jumped out of her skin and screamed.
“Don’t EVER do that again. You scared the hell out of me.” It irritated her she’d been found out, she never even heard him come up behind her.
“You won’ find anythin’ in there, I set the table up while you were gone. Come on, spy-girl, before it gets cold.” He flinched when she swatted his chest, still scowling from being caught trying to see what he was doing in the kitchen.
“Oh my...” she gasped, “You did all this?” Her eyes went huge as saucers. Apparently he’d found her dinner ware just fine without her help. On the table were two identical place settings, the single omelets on each plate perfectly arranged in an almost ornate fashion. Next to each plate sat a tiny bowl of strawberries and grapes, left over from their picnic. They even had orange juice. She didn’t remember buying orange juice the last time she went to the grocer’s, wait, when was the last time she’d gone anyway?
He pulled the chair out and waited for her to sit, immensely pleased with the look on her face. Taking his own seat, he picked up a napkin and shook it out, placing it on his lap while she just stared from the food to him and back again.
“Where did you learn how to cook like this?”
He was just about to shove a forkful of eggs into his mouth when she asked. He told her he’d never lie to her, but he wasn’t ready to tell her everything about himself either. If he said the truth, well, he’d have to tell her about his day job and she’d probably be mad with him. When she asked him what he was doing that night at Grisanti’s he’d told her getting dinner. It wasn’t a lie, he did cook himself dinner to take home, he just left out the fact he was their chef.
“London.” He opted for a half truth again, hoping she’d ask nothing further about it. “Eat up. Lemme know the verdict once your taste buds have deliberated on the onions.”
Nodding, she picked up her fork and dug in, hoping it tasted as good as it looked. “Mmm, mmmm, it’s... delicious.” Holy shit was it ever. She could tell there were onions in it, but whatever he’d done to it, they hadn’t overpowered the entire taste of the breakfast.
“Yeah?” He smiled when she shook her head vigorously and shoved another bite into her mouth, closing her eyes and making the cutest ‘nummy’ noises.
“I was gonna lie whether it was horrible or not, cuz hey, you cooked it after all, but I can honestly say WOW. You should become a chef.” He started choking, alarming her enough to reach over and pat him on the back a few times till he came down from the small fit. “Are you okay, William? Here, drink this.” She picked up the glass of orange juice and handed it to him, waiting to sit until she was sure he was alright.
“Bloody hell, sorry. Hope I didn’ scare you. Went down the wrong pipe s’all.” He banged on his chest a few times then wiped his mouth with the napkin. She sat back down and returned to eating when another question came up.
“I didn’t buy orange juice that I remember so how did you get this?” She pointed towards the glass with one finger while the other hand reached for a grape.
“You had oranges in the fridge. I squeezed them.”
He stupefied her when he shrugged, acting nonchalant about it. No one ever made her fresh squeezed orange juice before. Jesus H. ChuuuurIST, the man was marriage material. She couldn’t help but joke with him.
“So, wanna get married? Cuz I could get used to this.” She chuckled when he choked again, though this time on the hot tea he’d also prepared for them since she didn’t have coffee in the house.
Another loaded question. ‘Hell yeah’ was his gut reaction to that question, but he knew she was only joking so he poked some fun back at her, though he was semi-serious.
“`F you can get me to the altar I won’ say no. Course I can’ wear white, woudn’ be appropriate.” He laughed along with her as they sat and finished their meal. He helped her clear off the table and bring everything back to the kitchen before she asked him to go to the basement and switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer so she could clean up since he did the cooking.
As he started pulling the clean clothes from the washer, he noticed she had some of her own things mixed in there with his. His smile grew wide, it was like a glimpse into the future he hoped they’d have together, full of small things like this that would mark them as a couple. He raised a pair of her underwear and appreciated the tiny scrap of cloth. If they were dry he knew he couldn’t resist stealing them, as childish as it seemed. Anything he could keep of hers until the day came he could openly pursue her would be cherished, even if it were only a pair of her knickers.
Naturally she wasn’t finished by the time he made it back to the kitchen, so he convinced her to let him help by giving her an ultimatum; either let him help or he’d throw her over his shoulder and spank her all the way up the stairs on the way to her bedroom.
He loved the playful banter they always fell into, whether it was sexual or not it was never taken too seriously. He only needed that one harsh lesson about how she dealt with situations when it did turn serious. Thinking back to when he barged into her bathroom, angry from believing she wanted him to leave. He couldn’t believe he’d made such an ass out of himself. He thanked his lucky stars she was an understanding and forgiving woman, or he wouldn’t be here with her now. The overall domesticated ‘feel’ today had was no less magical than their ‘date’ like picnic last night.
They sat on her couch when there was nothing left to do to keep them ‘busy’. He sat with his legs spread wide, hand near his groin while she curled her legs under her at the opposite end. She turned on the TV but kept the volume low, preferring to be able to talk if he felt inclined. When he just sat there and became absorbed by the movie that now played she couldn’t take the silence.
“Wanna play a game?” She piped up, making him look at her with a devilish smile.
tbc
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this small glimpse into the future they could have. Like it, love it, hate it? Lemme know by reviewing. The next chapter should be along shortly as it’s already half written.