Baggage l.h. {au}

17. ◄ ½

  (- SOFTCORE SMUT LATER BE AWARE HA)

 I drove silently back to Dakota's place, thinking about all the things that were just put into my brain.  The way Koda put it, her mom had been a nice lady, I could barely even imagine her doing things like that, then raising such a great girl.  It seemed hardly possible, then again, how could someone as amazing as Dakota actually wanted to spend time with someone like me.  Now that, seemed totally unbelievable.

        I killed the engine, and climbed out of my car, taking long strides to the front door, not even bothering to knock.

"Hey..."  I called into the living room, there was no answer, but a slight shuffling noise and the loud blaring of music told me that Dakota was obviously in the kitchen.  Probably making a mess.  She was covered up to her elbows in flower and broken eggs shells, and still managed to look absolutely gorgeous.  I saw that she changed into something more comfortable: A black t-shirt (one very identical to mine), and a pair of grey sweats.  

"Hey!  Look! We're twinning!" She called out, whipping around to give me a bright smile, then turning around to finish whatever she was going.  "What took you so long?" She questioned.

"Traffic, it was pretty crowded out there." I lied, even though the roads were pretty much clear tonight.  "What are you doing?" I asked, leaning on the door frame with my arms crossed across my chest.  I smirked over at her, and she sent me a glance.

"Cookies."  She sang.  "And no, I will not burn them." She chuckled, shaking her head.  I watched as her pony tail swished from side to side, taking me in some sort of trance.  "And there's pizza, too."  She nodded towards the two platters of little pizza.  I nodded.  "Y'know, the pizza you were supposed to eat.  With me.  But you left.  Without me." She sucked in her lips, and wiped off her arms and hands with a lime green dish towel.  "But, I decided to make cookies."

"Really?" I laughed, coming behind her.

"Yeah really." She mocked, smacking me with the dish towel that was in her hands.  "And don't you try anything Hemmings, or I'll kill."

"Oh really?" I chuckled, pinching her cheeks until she squealed and slapped me in the stomach. 

"Leave me alone!" She screamed, and tried to make a run for it, but my arms snatched her from her feet.

"That's what they call me." I chuckled, squeezing her to my chest.  "Hug me, loser."  I wrap my arms around her neck as she drapes hers around my waist.

"You're a pervert." She mumbled against the thin cloth of my t-shirt.

"All for you." I said.  The radio's once upbeat song slowed down to a soft melody.  "Care to dance?" I pulled away and kissed her hand.

She giggled and blushed as she pulled me back in and laid her head against my chest and began to rock and sway with me.

I stared down at the big deep brown circles below me as she to glances up at me to catch my eyes.  They poured a certain feeling into me, one that I don't think anyone could imitate.  My breath hitched, and my hands became clammy as my heart sped up with the beat of the song.  I stumbled a bit, which didn't go unnoticed.  My legs became jelly and I stepped on her toe.

"Luke, you're a shit dancer." She grinned up at me, lifting up on her tip toes to kiss me lightly.  I liked this Dakota, the sweet Dakota, and not screaming curse words at me like it was her job Dakota.

"You're a shit teacher." I mock.

"Maybe if you weren't such a shit student- What the hell!" She screamed as I suddenly dipped her down to the ground, watching her mouth fall open and her eyes widen.  The tips of her dark hair danced across the tiled kitchen floor as she struggled to sit up again.