Hints of DomesticationMature

Having successfully gotten Beth to leave the apartment for the evening, I set to cooking food. She might have said she didn't want any, but I knew she'd be starving when she'd finished work. Plus it would give me an excuse to extend the torture. 

Rather sooner than I would have expected, there was a knock on the door. 

"That was quick..." I trailed off when I came face to face with Beth. 

"Yeah, I know, I know... I gotta go. I just forgot to take my books."

"I thought you were going out?"

"Yeah, it's six sweetie. I can't go out until way later. So I'm working."

"Oh... okay."

She went in to her room and I sighed, closing the door. I'd never been this anxious before. I mean, it was basically my forte, to get with women. Being with Alex overshadowed all of them, and I was nervous that... well that we wouldn't... work. I mean, I hadn't cared about those women, so I hadn't cared about what they thought of me the next day. As long as I had a good time. It had been the only way I could protect myself against the very situation I was in. I'd never even brought a woman back to my apartment.

Another knock startled me out of my thoughts. 

"Hey-" She threw her arms around me and kissed me so fiercely that I almost lost the support of my legs. I felt her close the door and back me against it, but I was too lost in her to really think about anything else. 

"Ahem!" We broke apart to find Beth smirking at us. "Don't mind me."

"Beth... Helena told me you weren't going to be here."

"I'm not. I'm going..." She grinned at Alex's blushing face. "You two enjoy yourselves though. Just keep out of my room. And off the surfaces... that's not hygienic."

Alex's blush deepened and I glared past mine at Beth as she left. 

"Sorry about her," I muttered, taking Alex's hand and leading her over to the kitchen. "She has no respect for dignity or personal space."

"That's okay; she's gone now." Alex grinned. "That smells delicious." 

"And it's almost done."

"Mhmm," she murmured, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. "How long?" She started nibbling on my neck, and I chuckled. Remember, torture. 

"Too soon for you to be distracting. Sit." I released myself from her arms and steered her over to the kitchen island stools. 

"But it's my turn to be distracting," she pouted, hooking her fingers in to my belt loops and pulling me in. 

"You want my kitchen to burn down?" I grinned. 

"No... but I do want your undivided attention." She bit her lip and slipped her hands under my shirt and massaged my hips. I shivered slightly, and kissed her, slowly, in response, before pulling away and heading back to the oven. 

"Well, you'll just have to wait. You can pick out some drinks if you want to keep your hands busy."

"Oh there are so many things I'd rather be doing with my hands."

I inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the rush of heat that had just washed over my body. 

"Me first." I shot back. 

We ate; chicken with a creamy sauce and vegetables, followed by a chocolate dessert I'd picked up at the shop. It had hot melted sauce on top and I made a show of sucking my spoon clear of it, and moaning a little at the taste. Alex glared at me. 

"You're really milking this aren't you?" She muttered as I cleared the plates away. Should I wash them too? We really should wait; let our food settle.

"Of course."

"Are you scared?" She asked, as I began to wash the pots. I paused. 

"I;m not scared... I am a little... nervous? It's been a long time since I did anything like this. Since I've had someone in my apartment... it's just not what I'm used to."

"I get it," she murmured, picking up a towel and beginning to dry pots. "But we don't have to do anything until you're ready. You're going to have to stop teasing me until then though. I can't cope with this much longer."

"I fully intend to tease you for a long time," I smirked. 

"Oh really?" She smiled gently. "I guess I would just have to learn to live with that then." I dried my hands, and picked up my glass of wine while she finished drying the pots.

"Do you want to watch some TV? Or play a game?"

"I think you've played far too many games already," she murmured, putting down the towel. She took my glass and set it down on the worktop. "But TV sounds good." 

We settled on the sofa, curled up, and I felt my nerves lessen, even if they didn't go away fully. 

"How was your day?" I asked, and then laughed at myself. 


"I have never sounded that domestic."

She grinned and kissed my cheek. 

"Careful, you'll be wearing something girly next."

"Heaven forbid," I chuckled and tangled my fingers in her. "You'd miss the black."

"I would." She stroked her thumb along my hand. 

We watched in silence for a while, but all I could concentrate on was her thumb stroking along my hand. I glanced across at her, but she was pretending to concentrate on the TV. The hitch in her breath betrayed her. Grinning, I knelt and threw a leg over her, settling in to the familiar position. She smiled shyly up at me. 

"Can I ask you something?" She murmured, sliding her hands up my thighs to hold me. 

"Yes?" I muttered, concentrating on taking her hair out of the ponytail it was in. I ran my hands through her hair and she sighed, closing her eyes when I scratched my nails against her scalp. 

"H-Have you ever brought anyone here?" I paused and her eyes fluttered open. "Sorry... it's the psychologist in me..."

"It's okay. No. No, I haven't." I stroked her hair again. 

"This is a big step for you then, I mean..." She frowned. I kissed the crease between her eyebrows, and shifted forward on her lap. 

"You are thinking far too much," I murmured, kissing  her lips gently. "I didn't realise you'd be analysing me in the bedroom too."

"Feel free to shut me up any time."

"Happily." I leaned down and kissed her again, enjoying the sounds that I drew from her. She pulled me closer, and her fingers slid under my shirt. I let her lift it off me, and leaned back as she gazed at me. 

"I want to kiss every inch of you." She murmured, trailing her fingers up my stomach. 

"Then get on with it," I chuckled, taking her head in my hands and leading her to my skin. 


I woke up in my own bed, wrapped around Alex like a koala. Oh great, now I'm a clingy one, I smirked. It felt good though, being tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her waist. I let my fingers trail down her arm, and felt her stir. 

"Hello," she murmured. "I didn't have you pegged as someone that cuddled."

"This is a first for me," I admitted. 

"I must have made an impression then," she chuckled. "What time is it?"

I glanced over at my clock. 

"Six am."

"We can sleep for a bit then," she murmured, pulling me close again. 

"We could... but I can think of better things." I grinned.

"Oh yeah? You can huh?" She smiled.


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