Love Assistant / Venable Fanfiction

Chapter 16 - Rebuttal

*Y/N'S POV*

We lay next to each other, all naked and sweaty, cuddling and sharing kisses. I bury my nose in her neck and mumble, "I love the way you smell..."

"I smell like sweat.." she chuckles, not understanding my affection for her scent.

"Yes, exactly. You smell like sweat. And lavender. And arousal..." I start to list things and between each I place a kiss on her skin.

After about ten minutes a noise from Wilhemina's direction makes me lean back and look at her. Her stomach growls.

"You are hungry," I say, not as a question but as a fact.

"I'm starving... I mean... we skipped dinner," she explains, slightly embarrassed about her body's reaction to the lack of food.

"Say no more, I got you," I say and make an attempt to stand up and grab the flyer of a little Italian take away service. I don't get far because the redhead next to me clings onto me.

"Don't leave," she pouts.

"I'm just going to get something quickly, I swear it will only take like 10 seconds," I kiss her forehead.

"Fine," she mumbles and lets me go. As soon as I leave the bed she starts counting out loud.

"One, two, three," she says and I hurry into my kitchen.

"Four, five, six" her voice sounds through the hallway and I grab the flyer I was searching for.

"Seven, eight, nine," she gets even louder, warning me that I run out of time. On my way back to the bedroom I grab my phone.

"Ten," she shouts and I jump back to her into the bed. We both giggle and she wraps her arms around me again. Our giggles die when my lips meet hers and she kisses me back passionately.

Before the kiss can get too heated her stomach growling separates us again.

"Pizza or Pasta?" I ask sitting up and give her the flyer.

"Pasta..." she says and points at the menu, "this one."

While I call the take away service, ordering two types of pasta, a bottle of red wine and a dessert, I observe Mina trying to find a comfortable position. Her face scrunches in pain. When I hang up I look at her worried and cup her cheeks.

"Are you in pain, princess?"

"Ehm, a little," she relativizes, but groans while sitting up properly, "well, maybe a little more than a little... This last hour was more action than my back had to endure in years..."

"Do you want to smoke something? I know it helped you last time," I ask.

"You have something? I didn't dare to ask..." she admits.

"Of course," I say, place a kiss behind her ear before leaving to grab my rolling kit.

The whole time I spend filling it, Wilhemina's eyes are fixed on my movements. I light it up, making sure it is decently rolled, which it is, flawless, and pass it to her. We share the joint while waiting for our food to arrive.

"I heard that sex is even better when your high," Mina says out of nothing, already giggling from the effect, which makes me chuckle.

"Well, you're not so much of an innocent prude, after all" I respond and she slaps my thigh playfully.

"I said I 'heard'... I haven't tried it... yet..." she says looking at the glowing end of the cigarette. I smile at her and she adds, genuinely curious, "but is it? Better?"