Chapter 17: STOLEN BOOK [THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR]

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Before he would step out of his bed, he felt her leg wrapped around his. He turned to look at her face. The way how so peaceful she looked as her eye was closed. Her small gentle smile which compliments her breathing.
Why does she have to be so cute?! I'll have to do it. I'm going to give her a morning kiss...on the cheek of course. Or her forhead. Okay, here it goes! Wait, should I close my eyes when I do this or keep it open when I do it? I'll just...experiment...

He leaned down and pressed his lips gently on the side of her forhead. It wasn't even a peck or a real one, he simply pressed his mouth against her head.
Huh, this isn't so bad. Matter of fact, this is quite wonderful! Should I give her more?

He opened up his eyes to look around as he 'kissed' her forhead. No cameras, no one was watching him.
Well then, I guess it's done.
He slowly sat back up and Niffty still had her eye closed. But a gentle smile marked her face. He backed his head away suspiciously but let it go as he stood up and walked away. Unkowing that Niffty opened her eye halfway in a smug expression behind his back, she was awake the moment he tried to 'kiss' her forhead.

As he went into his closet to change into regular clothes, Niffty finally stopped being lazy and sat up to stretch.
"MMMMMM-MMHH!...what a nice non-intimate night we had, Baxter."

"Jah, it was quite alright. Do you need me to get you your regular clothes?" Baxter said as he stepped out of the closet with his usual suit.

"No, I can go get it. You've already done enough for me, I don't want you to be my slave." Niffty responded.
Baxter felt some relief from her answer as he saw his day would be busy.
"Well, good. I need to wash my clothes, and yours." Baxter said with some awkwardness at the end.

"Oh Bax, you're such a sweet boyfriend. And for that, I want you to know about some stories of mine that I wrote about of you and me." Niffty said with some excitement as she reached for her book.

"Oh dear Gott no." Baxter said with some worry.

"So, next story will be a continuation of me as the maid and you as the master. After that, we have a Titanic AU with a happy ending and a cool plot twist. And after that, we have a shipwreck AU where I am a human surfer and I wind up on this small island with you and you are this hot sea demon with only your small shorts. Or tight boxers."

"O-KAY, that will be all! Go get properly dressed!" Baxter said with a happy tone but it was the tone that wanted her to happily leave. He cupped her face as he told her, sitting on his bed still. He also leaned down to face her closer to let her know that he was serious.
"Mmm, I like this little position we're in. It looks like a romantic painting. Like a kiss scene." Niffty then grabbed onto Baxter's hands that were still cupping her face.
"Please don't-" Baxter stood up and tried to let go but Niffty stood up with him.
Niffty giggled in her quiet throat.
"Okay Bax, I'll stop teasing you now."
They separated but walked side by side to the exiting door.
They stood in the hallway and noticed no one was walking around in the morning. It was only 11:25 AM so it wasn't too early and not too late.
Niffty reached for Baxter's hand to hold.
"Thank you for all that help, Baxy." She tiptoed to kiss his cheek with her usual humm added. Instead of him freaking out, Baxter was actually starting to give in this time. He wasn't in panic mode or his usual skirmish attitude. He was too tired and it was too early for that energy. He was actually embracing her little kiss and melting into it, but who knows if he's ready for the full one yet.

Niffty licked her lips and noticed his calmer reaction. Baxter just realized he wasn't acting as his usual self and went back into his flustered mood again.
"You'll get that kiss soon, I think you're ready." Niffty said with her smug expression again.
And thus the teasing was back.

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