Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 15

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"Mmmm...This kitchen smells delectable."

Circe looked up from the crackling bacon simmering in the pan before her, and right at a very nearly naked Heisenberg. She almost dropped the tongs right into the hot grease.

"O-oh, did I wake you? Was I too loud?" she stammered, trying not to think about the fact he was in nothing but his boxers. He was thick, had many muscles, and was just standing there with a sly smile on his face. She didn't even know legs could be that defined.

"Nah, buttercup. I slept like the dead," he made his way over to Circe to wrap his arms around her waist. "It was the smell I woke up to. Had my mouth-watering," he moved her hair from one side of her neck to the other.

Circe trembled beneath his touch while still trying to pay attention to the bacon. "I m-made enough for the both of us," she managed to say, pressing her back against him.

Earlier, before she started cooking, she went to her room to take a shower and changed into fresh clothes. Instead of the flashy clothes she had worn from Castle Dimitrescu, she was now wearing a simple black tank top and black shorts that were made with soft cotton.

She could feel the heat from his legs on the back of her thighs.

"Ahh...how sweet of you," he purred in her ear, trailing his teeth down to the crook of her neck.

A soft gasp came from Circe's mouth while he did this, and she had to tighten her grip on the tongs. "I d-don't want to burn the b-bacon," she stammered, but it was suddenly very hard for her to concentrate or even care about cooking.

The hot breath from Heisenberg's mouth made Circe shiver when he laughed. "You are so easy to fluster, you know that," he said, one of his hands reaching around her to take the tongs from her shaking fingers.

She didn't fight him. She let him take control of cooking while simultaneously leaving kisses up and down her shoulder. Before she knew it, the stove was off and breakfast was complete. She had lost herself entirely in his embrace.

She didn't try to move away to plate the food.

With a quickness she was becoming more familiar with as each passing day, Circe turned around and moved her hands up his back, enjoying the way his muscles tensed up from her sudden movement.

"Oh-" he spurted out.

She didn't let him say anything else. Her mouth connected with his and it was all over.

Who's the flustered one now, huh?

It didn't take long for him to try and match her movements, his hands grabbing tightly on her waist to pull her towards him. She knew it would be easy to get away from him if she wanted to, but she went along with it, letting herself be pressed against him.

Their breathing was becoming acute now, but Circe wasn't done quite yet, and it seemed like neither was Heisenberg. His hands were moving, grabbing, and tugging at any place he could.

She wanted to try one more thing, and she supposed now would be a better time than ever. At least, while she was thinking about it.