A/N: This is it! Last chapter to this story! Another short fic me and alice wrote and completed. We have many more in store for ya'll, just aren't uploading them all at once. I'm sad cause next week I'm starting work full time so we won't have as much time to write these little fics. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as we did writing it! This isn't the last story with Marluxia and Kadaj. We've written another very short one, but we'll get to that one much, much into the future uploading wise.
Marluxia - three weeks later
Standing in front of Kadaj's large walk in closet with my arms crossed, I frowned deeply in what one might call 'worry'. Considering the state of his closet, I wasn't sure moving in with him was such a mighty smart idea. The man was a slob. None of his clothes were folded and it literally looked like he just pulled something on and then when taking it off, he just dropped it on the floor. Pants were randomly lying around the way they would like he'd just stepped out of them. Shoes weren't properly set pair by pair, no, I'm sure that if I picked one up it would take me fifteen minutes to find the matching other.
It was chaos within this place and the frown of worry was set on my forehead because there was no way in hell I was putting my clothes in there without tidying up and categorizing everything. And I'd have to do it, not because Kadaj wouldn't, but because he simply wasn't here to do it. He didn't have any clue I was moving in right now, actually.
Sighing heavily, I shrugged, figuring I couldn't find any excuse not to do this and stepped inside the closet to get to work. I started by fishing out his underwear, throwing them one by one over my shoulder and onto a pile, moving onto the t-shirts next and planned on doing a pile of pants and sweaters after wards. Then I'd fold every item and put them back on the shelves and hangers before adding my own clothes into this place.
I was also going to color code everything and buy us a sock basket. I'm sure I could mix my socks with his. It seemed like a fun idea. But I was throwing out the ones he had with holes in them and he better not steal mine. I had a slight bubble of stress building in the pit of my stomach. Not something I enjoyed, but I was doing something I wasn't sure he was going to appreciate. After all, I had told him that I didn't want to move in about three weeks ago as answer to his question, 'move in with me.' It hadn't seemed very wise as we hadn't been... an item for a long time and I had never figured myself to be in a 'serious' relationship type thing.
Moving in with him would only help move forward the 'seriousness' and I'd been quite sure both myself and Kadaj couldn't classify as the 'serious relationship' couple. Yet... When he'd then informed me he had to go on some sort of trip overseas for two weeks to show his face and prove he was alive to this family gathering thing they had every year...
Well, two weeks had gone by and my dorm was getting more irritating by the second and I'd pretty much abused Kadaj's apartment key by crashing at his place even if he hadn't been here. So I guessed that meant I did want to move in. Which had led me to actually taking the action, gathering my stuff together and moving them into his place. I'd come to that conclusion yesterday and so that is how I had ended up staring at the inside of his closet with pure horror, wondering how the hell I was going to organize the inside of it in less than an hour before Kadaj came home.
I'd managed to get all my other stuff settled though. Now I just hoped he'd still be okay with me moving in. I'd 'accidentally' broken the horrid lamp he had in his living room. He was too old for a lava lamp, so I'd knocked into it and I'd just tell him I hadn't done it on purpose. I'm sure he'd return the favor with my flower plates. I know he hated them, as I knew he wouldn't buy the 'I broke it by accident', so I'd made sure to keep the flower printed plates so he could 'accidentally' break those in retaliation to his broken lamp.
I'd also practiced with a pillow on how to move out of his arms during the night when we went to sleep. I wouldn't categorize him as a cuddler, but he didn't mind just lying on top of me and using me as his body pillow. Which was very endearing, but also quite smothering and I felt like I was suffocating when I needed to try and sleep in that position. So I'd used a pillow, figuring out how I could roll him away gently without waking him, put some space between us, and then fall asleep peacefully. I'd thought about making sure to wake up before he did and then resume the position he'd fallen asleep in, but that was taking it too far and Kadaj wasn't some delicate type person who couldn't handle me telling him 'give me some fucking room'. But I did enjoy him using me as a body pillow. It was nice and warm. But once he was asleep I needed him to move, hence the pillow practice.
When I'd been arranging the bathroom, putting my brush, elastics and body wash and what not in there, I'd had some issue figuring out whether I put my toothbrush in the same cup as his, or if I got myself my own cup and put my toothbrush in there and put it on the other side of the sink. Putting my toothbrush with his seemed so... 'couply'.
I couldn't figure out what to decide on, so I'd just left my toothbrush in it's plastic bag and left it on the mirror's edge, figuring Kadaj would know what to do with it. If he wanted it in the same cup as his, then I would be okay with that. If he wanted my toothbrush in it's own cup on the other side of the sink from his? Then that would be fine too. But he was going to make the decision. Remembering Kadaj had a big, huge salad bowl somewhere in his kitchen, I quickly went to get it, wanting to use it as our sock basket since he didn't use the bowl anyway. Kadaj didn't eat salad. Said it was for pansies.
Throwing the now bundled up socks into the bowl and then adding mine to it, I stared intently at it for a moment and then shrugged, grabbed the edges and shook it so our socks properly mixed together. Once that done, I spun around slowly, smiling contently at my handy work as the closet was now perfect and pristine, all our clothes neatly folded together.
Now I needed to figure out how to train Kadaj into not making it a mess anymore because untidy closets freaked me out and he'd possibly run into one of the cliché 'If you don't clean that up, I'll deny you sex' argument. It was petty, and I really didn't want to use it against him. But if he so much as came close to making the closet look like it had before I had cleaned it up? Then he'd leave me no choice but to be a neat freak pain in the ass.
"Looking good, babe." Came a voice from behind me, followed by the sound of a body hitting the bed and the rustle of the blankets. Blinking in surprise, I detached my eyes from the marvel that was our closet and quickly stepped back out into the bedroom, staring at Kadaj's figure sprawled out over the bed. Hmmm... How I'd missed that ass.
"The flight okay?" I murmured, making my way over to him, smirking as he groaned at the weight of me settling down on top of him. Pushing the hair aside, I kissed the back of his neck softly, just because I wanted to do that. I wasn't going to pound him yet. He was probably exhausted.
"God damn flight attendants and their annoying habit of asking me if I need anything right when I'm starting to fall asleep." Came his muffled reply as he situated the pillow under his head. "That and they ran out of scotch about two minutes into the flight." Lifting his head up so he could glance around the room quickly, he snorted. "I have maids to clean, ya know. You don't have to clean too."
My eyebrows knitted together. "But I clean when I'm bored. Are you saying I'll never get bored?"
He chuckled and reached his hand back to grip my ass cheek. "One would hope not. Fucking hell, Marluxia. You are a sight for sore eyes." Smiling, he closed his eyes and I felt his muscles relax.
"Yes, I'm very hot." I grunted, sitting up onto his ass and letting my fingers knead his shoulders and neck to get rid of the knots that probably settled there during the flight. "This isn't a 'prelude to sex massage', you're allowed to fall asleep." I murmured, setting to work with my hands.
"I'm thinking that the two hour nap I finally got to take on my flight is still wearing off. I'm awake, really." Sitting up on his elbows, he glanced back at me and gave a smirk. "You're not too tired are you?"
Stilling my hands, I knelt up, giving him the space to flip over onto his stomach before settling back down on him. "No, I'm fine. Although I do need to talk to you about some things before you start taking my clothes off."
He pouted. "I have to take your clothes off? Aren't you the professional stripper? I'm a poor tired traveler..." Running his finger over my chest, he was biting his lip and sending me hungry looks. "What did you want to talk about?"
Pursing my lips, I then nodded. "Fine. I'll strip and even give you a proper lap dance after we're done covering the subjects I-" I hissed in sharply as his fingers pinched my nipples and then let out a soft moan, my eyes hooding over before continuing my sentence. "I wish to go over with you." Licking my lips, I tried to keep my mind from going to the foggy place Kadaj always seemed to kick me into the moment he got his hands on me. "I mixed our socks together, but don't steal mine, I don't know the consequences, but I can tell I won't like it if you do it."
Sitting up, my legs settled around him as his chest brushed against mine and his lips were touching and caressing my own. Still leaning back on one arm, his other reached up and cupped my cheek gently. Stopping the kiss for a minute, he pulled back and smiled.
"Glad to see that your key is getting used, babe."
I smiled back at him, "I broke your lava lamp."
He grimaced and shook his head, pulling back farther and dropping his hand back to the bed. "Man, Marluxia, I liked that thing. You better not have brought those fucking plates over here then..." Glaring, he rolled his eyes at me.
I bit my bottom lip, smothering a grin. "I did bring them..." I paused, gauging his reaction and was pleased to see the intense grimace covering his face. "So you could break them one by one with that silly gun of yours. I'll even launch them into the air for you."
Smiling now, he said, "That reminds me. I bought you something. It's out in the living room whenever we make it out there."
A present? "Really?" Grinning widely now, I pushed up on his chest, ready to fling myself off the bed and scramble my way into the living room to find out what he'd gotten me. I loved presents. They were like... my kryptonite.
His fingers wrapped around my wrists and he pulled me down and against his chest tightly. "Hey! What am I, chopped liver?" Forcing my head down, he kissed me before I could respond, his other hand releasing my wrist and wrapping around to knead my ass.
Two weeks he hadn't laid a hand on me because he'd had to go on that stupid trip to meet his family overseas. My level of horniness was sky rocketed and with the distraction of the present mention I'd nearly forgotten about it. Of course now that he was gripping onto my ass and kissing the living hell out of me it was hard to ignore.
Dick springing to life and my blood rushing at full speed, I pulled back from the kiss with a gasp, flushing a beat red as I realized that- "I missed you." I hadn't been supposed to say that out loud. "Fuck me hard." Awesome, that should probably cover up the gooey slip.
Flipping me over onto the bed, his eyes sparking with lust, he went back to kissing me as hard as he could as he moved his hips into mine. His fingers went to my shirt pushing it up to run his hands over my stomach. Moving back, he pulled it up and over my head.
"You don't have to ask me twice, babe. Next time, I'm taking you with me." Tossing my shirt to the floor, he started covering my chest with nibbles and kisses, sucking on my nipples as his mouth trailed over them.
Planting my heels into the mattress, I pushed my hips up into his, my fingers twining into his hair, tugging and encouraging him to continue with his kisses, loving the way his tongue felt against my skin. Sliding my fingers down his back, I swiftly pulled his shirt over his head before pushing my hands further down, slipping my fingers into his pants.
I squeezed his ass while moaning as his teeth gently closed around my nipple, but I needed more and was too impatient to wait, so I let go off him in order to undo my pants, pushing him off me in the process to quickly strip down until I was naked, pulling him back on top of me once I was done.
"I'll kill you if you tease me."
Chuckling against my lips, he shook his head. "Not today, babe." He quickly pulled away to rip his own pants off, kicking them to the floor before falling back on top of me and reaching for the lube. Popping open the lid, he slicked up his fingers and pushing his face against my neck and sucked onto the skin there as his finger pushed inside. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he instantly set to work, pushing his finger in and out of me at a steady rhythm. My breathing was already getting worked up, my hands running over his back as I chuckled softly, tilting my head to the side as he sucked even harder onto my skin.
"Marking me?" I breathed, a high pitched type moan pulling out of my throat next as he pushed a second finger inside of me. "Oh fuck!" My body trembled, quickly adjusting even though there had been a slight shot of pain, but that quickly subsided, fading into pleasure only. Quite honestly, it turned me on too.
"Mine..." He growled out suddenly and his lips became more insistent and moving up, kissing me hard and dominating my mouth. Pushing his tongue inside, he tilted his head and forced me into submission as his fingers scissored my hole, every once in a while stroking my prostate and sending a thrill of pleasure through me. Sensing my readiness, he pushed the third finger inside, and was only slightly more gentle as he waited for me to adjust.
I once had a partner who believed 'dominating' was a wrong way of starting a relationship. I was very glad Kadaj didn't believe in that suggestion whatsoever, and was also more than pleased he liked to just fight for the either position, leaving me wondering whether I'd be topping or bottoming next time. Before he'd left on his trip, I'd ended up with scratch marks on my back and he'd had several bite marks randomly placed on his body. Very hot.
Having let him take the lead for the moment, simply letting my body follow his lead and moving the way he wanted me too, I now had enough of it, because he was taking too long. Slipping my hand down his back, I lifted my palm and swatted his ass, making sure my hand print would at least stay there for the following twenty seconds.
"Fuck me now or I'm making sure you sport a severe case of blue balls for the following week." I growled out.
Without saying a word, he pulled back and smirked before grabbing a condom and in record time was sheathed and positioned at my entrance. Falling back on top of me, he pushed inside and groaned out in pleasure.
"Fuck, Marluxia." He moved his hands down my body and gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them as he pulled out and then slammed back inside. "You should do that again..." Came his murmur as he went back to sucking on my neck.
Throwing my head back as he then began pounding me hard, I tried to concentrate on his words, but was having a rather hard time as he had excellent aim and never missed my prostate. When he pressed his body down firmly on top of me, trapping my leaking dick between us, I knew what he had in mind and moaned loudly at the plan.
"Never, ever fucking leave again." I used both hands to spank each his cheeks this time, right before coming hard, the orgasm ripping out of me. He kept pounding though, not near the finish yet. Kadaj was the only one who managed to make me come twice in one fucking session.
Snaking his hand between us and lifting up a few inches, without even breaking stride, he wrapped his fingers gently around my still sensitive length and just resting there as he continued to stroked my prostate with his cock. I swatted his ass one last time before rolling him over onto his back, purposely letting him out of me and not able to keep myself from smiling as he winced at the loss of contact, his dick seriously hard as rock and straining.
Turning around so he was staring at my back, I moved one leg over his waist, kneeling above him and then slowly guided my ass back down onto his length. I smirked as I saw his toes curl, reaching down in front of me and between his legs to gently play with his balls while I pushed up and down his cock at a teasingly slow pace.
"Oh man...come on and ride me, babe." I felt a slight tug on my hair and his hands were stroking my back and kneading my sides as moans and curses fell from his lips. Feeling him lean up so his chest was pressed against my back and his arms came around my chest to start toying with my nipples.
"Am I tight enough for you, Kadaj?" I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder while slamming down onto him hard, picking up the pace as I went. I moaned as I could feel myself getting aroused again, my soft dick slowly starting to wake up and ready to get back to business. His fingers tugged on my nipples and in response, I tugged on his balls, purposely clenching my ass around his dick.
"Babe, I could pound," Moan, "this ass everyday." Releasing one of my nipples, his hand dropped to my dick and his fingers stroked it gently, somehow knowing how much I could take. The come from my first release was still covering me and his fingers occasionally spreading it around.
Now panting, I managed to chuckle softly. "Dirty talk truly isn't your strong point..." I tilted my head to the side, my lips dragging over his cheek, settling against his ear so I could nibble onto his earlobe. "But you fuck me like no other does, so you're forgiven." I hissed as he squeezed my dick, probably in retaliation to my words, and then moaned loudly into his ear as he started jerking it until I was completely hard in his hand again.
"Well, it's sort of hard to concentrate as your ass swallows my cock every two seconds, Mar." He grunted out, his breath coming in pants and I had a feeling he was reaching his limit as his hand increased it's movements and his hips sped up.
"Take over..." I breathed, leaning forward and only settling down on my forearms, cheek pressed into the blanket, when he knelt behind me, gripping my hips to move my ass up along with him. I moaned as I could feel his fingers knead my ass, pounding at a firm pace into me. I could see him from the corner of my eye, and I moaned at how gorgeous he looked with his sweaty skin, sticky hair, eyes closed and lips parted. Reaching down with one hand, I grasped my own dick in my hand, settling into the same pace he'd set in.
It didn't take long this time around, especially as his hand stopped groping my ass and started adding short smarting slaps to it instead. "Oh god...yes...you are so good...fuck..."
I growled in annoyance, glaring at the wall before us, never stopping with my hand though, jerking relentlessly to keep up with the pace he was pounding me at, "I'm only allowing you to spank me because I'm too far gone to actually do something abouu-" Squeezing the tip, I shrieked out his name, squirting my orgasm out all over the blanket, my ass clenching tightly around his cock.
"You love it..." One last pound and he held onto me, moaning out my name and pulsing inside of me. He froze for a minute before, falling forward and on top of me, practically squishing me, he sighed. "Fuck, I'm tired now." Nuzzling my neck he slowly licked it, trailing his tongue up until he could nibble on my ear. "Have I mentioned that you taste fantastic, babe?"
Turning my head so he had better access, I said, "Not for two weeks you haven't." Seriously, he wasn't allowed to leave anymore. Giving me one last lick, he pulled out and flopped onto the bed, removing the condom and dropping it into the garbage can. Throwing his arm over his eyes, he sprawled out and rested his other arm across his stomach.
"I gotta take a nap so I can take you out tonight. Your choice." He mumbled, exhaustion evident in his voice now.
"No." I muttered back, pushing up so I could go to the bathroom and clean myself up. "I went grocery shopping so I could make you dinner tonight. So nap while I prepare that."
"Yes, master." Came another mumble and he rolled to his side, showing me the perfect view of his ass as he wrapped his arms around his pillow. Smiling, I then quickly skipped into the bathroom, using a cloth to clean myself up and then took a moment to decide whether I wanted to get dressed again or not.
Shrugging, I decided not and walked back out into the bedroom, stopping beside the bed to pull a blanket up over his figure so he wouldn't get cold. Reaching for his face, I gently pushed the hair away, bending down so I could place a soft kiss against his lips. He was already asleep.
Sighing contently, I redid my pony tail, taking my reading glasses off the night stand and putting them on so I could start cooking dinner for him. Naked. I'd always wanted to try that.
Kadaj
Blinking my eyes open and smiling when I recognized my ceiling above me, I stretched and remembered that I was completely naked after having some mind blowing coming home sex with Marluxia. I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes and realized that my room was a lot cleaner than I'd left it and figured that Marluxia had finally taken me up on my offer to move in. I hadn't really cared either way if he wanted to, but it was just nice to have him around more. I didn't need to admit it out loud, I already knew that I'd missed him like crazy when I'd been overseas. Granted, it had taken me about a week to understand why I'd been so irritable with my family, more so than usual, and even then, it had been Loz who'd asked when the last time I'd gotten laid was.
Once the problem had been identified, that I'd been actually missing someone, I'd quickly adjusted my attitude to cover the fact. It wasn't that I was embarrassed or anything, but it was new to me and I didn't need my family getting into my business. I just avoided the outings to the bars with my cousins that I would have normally taken and I'd tried to come up with the perfect reasoning for Marluxia to move in with me. It all came down to the question of, why not? We were exclusive, he was over at my place ninety percent of the time and for fucks sake, I wasn't getting tired of him yet. That was extremely promising.
Normally, guys tired me out in the first two weeks of sleeping together. I'd known him far longer and he was still surprising me. It was probably the sex. Most definitely the sex. That man was a sex god. I'm not too bad myself, but I'd never had the chance to match someone so perfectly in the sack.
Making my way to the bathroom, I glanced at the sink, puzzled about why his toothbrush was still in the plastic baggy on the counter. Whatever. I shrugged and took it out, dropping it next to mine in it's holder. I splashed water on my face and used a washcloth to wipe the lube off of my dick before using the toilet. If I remembered right, he said he was going to make dinner...
Experimentally sniffing the air as I closed the bathroom door, I smelled something delicious and my stomach growled out in impatience. Licking my lips, I stayed naked and went to check on what he was up to in my kitchen. A room I was hardly ever in and he'd rolled his eyes at the amount of eating out I did.
"Marluxia?" I asked, as I came around the corner into the kitchen, the smells getting even stronger.
"Right here, Cuddles." He knew I hated it when he called me that. I smirked as I saw him standing in front of the fridge, his ass on full display and...pink? Yes, a pink apron the exact shade of his amazing hair was covering the front of his body and I licked my lips as he turned around to face me and despite my earlier release, my cock gave a little twitch, reminding me that I found him insanely fuckable looking.
Humming, I walked over to give his ass a little pinch as I admired the enormously dark hickey on his neck and shoulder. "What did I tell you about ridiculous pet names? A spanking for each one..."
"It's pay back for having spanked me into an orgasm." Waggling his eyebrows, he grinned at me, leaning closer to give my lips a quick peck before returning his attention to the big pot on the stove the yummy smell was coming from. "Nap well? Answer while setting the table, please."
Moving to do as he asked, I nodded. "Yeah. Hate trying to sleep at hotels. Fucking goose down, my ass." Grabbing plates and silverware, I quickly set my table and tried to remember the last time I'd actually eaten in here was. "What have you been up to, babe?"
"Letting chicken breasts soak in a mixture of apple cider and cream, along with a pinch of salt, pepper and onions. Which, I first threw the onions in the mixer because I know you don't like the texture of them, but this recipe requires the taste and I know you don't mind the taste. Also. Roasted potatoes in the oven which I boiled first so they're properly soft inside and crusty outside because you are one complicated bitch when it comes to food." Throwing a smile over his shoulder, he then returned to steering the apple cider chicken.
I pouted at him, which he didn't notice as his back was turned, and I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, just enjoying the skin on skin contact of my naked chest to his naked back. "I was thinking more along the lines of what you did without me here. When did you move in?" Nibbling his ear because it was right there, I watched and drooled as the smell was that much stronger now.
A shiver ran down his spine, making me very happy indeed. "I moved in yesterday. My stuff anyway, I pretty much moved myself in this place the same day you left." Moving the pot, I let go of him so he could put it onto a hot plat on the table I'd set. "I studied mostly. Nothing really interesting to be honest." He murmured, giving me the spoon so I could serve us some chicken while he moved over to the oven to get us the potatoes. "I'm very boring when you're not here with me." He confided, placing some potatoes onto my plate.
I snorted, and took a bite of my potatoes, moaning at how perfect they were. "Whatever. Like I'm supposed to believe that, babe. But if that's how you feel, you'll just have to stick with me and I'll keep you excited." I wiggled my eyebrows, liking that idea very much.
I wasn't sure what it was, but for some reason, I was very much loathing the idea of him ever leaving. Huh. Maybe this was more serious than I was letting on. Silently chewing, I tried to decipher my thoughts on the whole idea of Marluxia moving in and living with me. It seemed rather permanent, but I didn't seem to care. Hmm. It had been my idea in the first place, after all, so why was I surprised that I didn't mind at all.
Fuck. I felt my skin warm, which never happens. Kadaj does not blush. I'd missed him something bad and it was so obvious as to why, that I can't believe I hadn't thought of it sooner.
"Too much pepper?" Marluxia asked, looking worriedly down at the chicken on my plate and then at my face. "You're a bit red."
I went an even deeper red and smiled as I shook my head. "I'm fine, just...thinking is all." This was fucking ridiculous, must focus on something else..."Where in the world did you get an apron that color anyways?"
He grinned around his chicken. "It was white. I used my hair dye on it."
I chuckled and took another bite. "So, what finally convinced you to move in?" I was very curious because he'd been very against the idea in the beginning.
"Ah dammit..." Huh? "I'd been hoping to avoid having to explain the reasoning as it's something that sort of falls into the 'gooey' category and I'm sure both you and I are very agreed that 'gooey' is just not the way for a relationship between you and I. Do you look cute when you sleep? Sure you do, but I don't need to tell you that. Are you huggable when you pout? Definitely, but I'm sure you don't need to hear it."
He always made long speeches when he was nervous, upset, angry or just emotional I suppose. "I don't like being away from you." He bit out. "Like, seriously, I hate it. I was almost willing to use the money you have lying around your place to buy myself a plane ticket to join you on your trip overseas to kill the ache I was sporting while you were gone. Took me a moment to realize the ache came from missing you, but yeah, there you have it." Annoyed now, he crossed his arms, glaring at his plate stubbornly.
I wasn't above enjoying his discomfort, so as I slowly continued eating, letting the silence fill the room, his stance got more and more annoyed. Sighing as I finished my chicken, I used my napkin to pat my lips, grateful at least that the table was blocking my now stiff cock from his view.
"Well. That's actually fucking awesome. Cause here I was thinking pretty much the same thing. Pass the salt please."
"I am going to tease your cock to hell and back for that stunt, Kadaj, I'll make you almost come at least ten times before actually letting you." He growled out, passing the salt.
Laughing now, I sprinkled a little more on my potatoes and started eating again. "Please, babe. You know I love it when you dominate me." Taking a more serious tone, I met his blue eyes with mine. "This means that we're together for the long haul. I hope you get that."
"I'm not a moron." He told me pleasantly. "But were not getting fucking married. Although I do expect you to stick around with me until death because even though the idea of becoming wrinkly isn't something I enjoy thinking about, I know I won't like anyone else spanking your butt even if it is 50 years old and jiggling." He narrowed his eyes. "No. Your ass is definitely mine forever."
I shuddered at the thought of getting old. I was only in my twenties, I didn't want to think about that. "Yeah, no marriage. But, you're getting put on my account at the bank. It'll make things easier. Um, I'm not thinking of kids either. Or fucking cats. Yeah, no on that one too." Leaning back in my chair, I sighed in satisfaction as I patted my stomach. "That was good, babe."
"Thank you. For both the dinner compliment and the no kids mention." He wiped his mouth with the napkin, sitting back in his own chair. "Would you mind thinking about getting a dog though?"
Tilting my head to the side, I thought about it. "I guess. But dear god, please not a small yippy one." Pause. "And I'm not cleaning up his shit. We can get a maid to do that."
"I was thinking a big one. One that needs to go out. You can take it running. It'll help me exhaust you when my stamina can't keep up after a long hard day of studying." He winked at me.
I smirked and inclined my head, "Sure thing, babe. In the meantime, how about a shower? I'm in need of one." And it will give me a chance to spend some quality time with his naked body. That fucking apron was taunting me and I wanted to rip it off of him.
"Yes, alright. But do know I'll be pressing you up against the shower tiles and fucking you into oblivion right there." Jumping up from his chair, he ruffled my hair on his way out of the kitchen and into the bedroom to then go to the bathroom.
"Be still, my heart." I chuckled as I quickly jumped up to follow him, grinning as I saw the apron abandoned in the hallway in front of my door. "I love the way you think, babe!" I called as I went to catch up with him.
If I remember right, next story that is up is with the Cloud and Leon pairing - It'll be the opener of a series we've been working on for the last couple of weeks! *VERY EXCITED*