NO BODY, NO CRIME

Chapter 5

Eleanor looked through the window as she squinted her eyes. The sunlight blinded her as she shifted to the other side and faced the person next to her. She stared at his face for a while, so soft, so not his usual composed tough expression, she liked this version more. 

She quietly got up, making sure not to wake him. She went into the washroom, smiling to herself as the previous night replayed in her head. The way she vaguely remembered how they moved from the couch to her room, how she ended up sleeping in his shirt and nothing else, how she slept next to him because he stayed. 

Eleanor was pleased to see him still sleeping peacefully as she walked back into her room. She carefully brought back the clothes they ditched back at the living room to her room. The math was easy for her to do that Louis was lying naked under the sheets, his shirt itself barely went up to her thighs. Still, Eleanor chose not to wear anything more. 

Louis slowly opened his eyes and was confused, an alarmed when he realized it was an unfamiliar environment. Soon enough, his eyes drifted to Eleanor, her back towards him, probably unaware that he's awake. 

He walked up to her, making sure she doesn't notice. Louis steadily moved his hands to her waist and pressed his body to her back. She gasped a little as he left a kiss on the back of her neck. 

"Someone's awake," she said, her morning voice rough and deep. 

"Mm hmm," he nibbled at her ear. 

"You know, I love the fact that you're walking around naked in my room," said Eleanor, voice sultry and sarcastic.

That made Louis chuckle and he peeked over her shoulder. He was taken aback when he saw her holding his gun, looking intently at it. "This is nothing to play with, love," he said in a raspy voice as he took the gun from her hand and put it aside. 

"I was just," she turned around to face him, his hands finding their way back to her waist, "wondering how it works."

"Maybe, I'll show you sometime," he said, "when it's not loaded, hopefully."

"Of course," she quirked her eyebrows. 

"I think I should leave," he said, watching the time on his watch that was lying on the table in front.

"I don't want you to," she looked away and bit her lower lip. 

"You know," he pulled her closer, "I love it when you do that."

"Do what?" she innocently looked at him.

"That thing when you bite your lip."

"Oh," she smirked. "Is that tempting?" she intentionally bit her lip again and Louis rolled his eyes.

"A sucker for compliments, are we?" 

"Ah yes," she nodded as she moved away from him to her closet.

"What you doing?" he said, even though he didn't follow her, instead he grabbed his boxers and put them on. 

"Well, doing that on a Wednesday wasn't a great decision and we both have work." She came back with some properly folded ironed clothes in her hands and put them on the bed. She looked over at him and let out a disappointed sigh.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he looked around.

"You put your boxers back on," she pointed out. "Don't wanna go to work in last day's clothes?"

"Not really," he admitted, "and if I want to be on time, I should be going home now and change."

"Oh," she sounded more disappointed than ever. "I was hoping you'd want to get a nice cold shower here."