Summer Job

Caught y'a starin'

24/08/1992

'fuck off!' i yelled in a flirty tone whilst being chased round the kitchen by damon trying to whip me with his tea towel.

we faced each other at opposite ends of the table as i placed both of my hands down, staring at him intently, winding him up.

'too slow' i teased with a raise of the eyebrow.

'oh is that so?' damon taunted before running around the table, twirling up his tea towel to form a whip.

i sprinted off in the other direction, screaming and cursing as i ran to the sink to quickly fill up a glass of water before he caught up with me.

'dont you fucking dare' damon backed off, holding both of his hands up after placing the tea towel down on the table.

'look who's scared now' i goaded, slowly approaching him with the full glass of water in my hand, a smile plastered across my face.

'i swear to god if you-' i cut him off by flicking the glass over him, drenching him with water. he stood there for a few seconds, beads of water dripping down his forehead, his hair darker as he stared at me in disbelief.

his skin began to turn visible beneath his white shirt as the wetness spread. his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, causing it to protrude as he tilted his head and glared at me.

'you bastard' he said. 'you owe me...you owe me big time'

i stood there with my hand over my mouth in disbelief whilst also trying to conceal my giggles. damon's eyes widened before he bolted towards me, arms wide open.

'no omg damon stop!!! stop!!' i yelled as i was engulfed by damon's wet body as he rubbed his sopping hair all over my face.

i pushed him away, now drenched in water myself as my mascara began to run. we both stood there saturated in the kitchen before slowly breaking out into a fit of giggles.

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it was now my 6th shift on the weekend before school. i still couldn't quite believe the love affair i had had over summer, making my break from school all the more amazing. i couldn't wait to tell my friends about damon on monday.

buy my god. the sex. the fucking sex.

jamie had caused me to create this idea in my head that sex actually wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, and that it was more of a chore than a pleasure...i was so wrong.

with damon however; his cheeky smile, his strong hands, his dick, but most importantly, the chemistry we had (and still do) couldn't have been better.

following our sexy time, i gave him my number and we managed to sneak back downstairs without getting caught. ever since last saturday we have been messaging each other everyday.

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damon left the kitchen to find a member of staff to ask if he could borrow a new shirt for the remainder of the shift.

i headed to the bathroom in attempt to dry my hair with the hand dryer and tidy up my face from the black smudges that had appeared underneath my eyes.

i walked back in to the kitchen to continue the washing up when my eyes were greeted with a partially de-clothed damon, as he undid the last button on his shirt, taking it off and throwing it on the table beside him.

i stood there, unable to stop my brain from tracking back to last week; the way his shirt peeled perfectly off of his body as he loomed over me. my daydream was disrupted by a cocky whistle directed at me.

'oi. caught y'a staring' he grinned.

i stood there in silence, not moving my eyes from his chest as i gently bit my lip, letting it slip through my teeth. slowly, my eyes made their way up to his lips; they were tightened by his wide smirk. fuck. couldn't let his ego get too high. i snapped out of it and began packing up the dishwasher.

'what was that about?' he quizzed me, buttoning up his new shirt.

'what was what about?' i played dumb, embarrassed by that interaction.

'hmmm' he said with raised eyebrows before picking up the tea towel beside me and making his way over to the other side of the dishwasher in preparation to start drying.

'how's it going down here you two?' chef asked as he entered the room.

'fukin brilliant, chef. nothing i'd rather be doin' damon joked.

'watch your mouth, mate. can't be having your lass hear you swear' chef teased.

'i'm not his 'lass'' i interrupted, turning my shoulders to face him.

'not yet you aren't' damon flirted, running his tongue over his bottom lip. i scoffed in response and continued filling up the dishwasher.

'i'll leave you two at it, but no shagging in here, understood?' chef explained before leaving the room.

'roger that' damon responded, twirling up the tea towel yet again in order to whip me with it.

a/n
sorry this is such a short chapter! i just wanted to write something a bit cute / flirty and i didn't really know how else to develop it   -more smut coming soon tho!!