blame it on the timing // d.s

CH 65

"Thank you," Lili drunkenly hummed handing the driver a cash tip as Drew slipped out of the car his hand softly tugging on Lili's.

"So eager," Lili teased standing with Drew waiting for the elevator, now inside their building.

"I've been waiting for this gift all day," he tilted her chin up towards him, his eyes scanning over her long eye lashes, the smooth slope of her nose, following the shape of her plump lips. Her body felt limp as she watched him plan his attack. The way his eyes filled with a mix of lust and love made Lili want to melt into a puddle.

She loved the dominance that came out of him, so opposite of his soft day to day personality, just as much as he loved how innocent and small she got under his touch, so opposite from her normally confident and strong personality.

The elevator dinged, announcing it's arrival to the bottom floor, waking them both from their haze, Drew dragging her into the metal box.

Lili found herself pinned on the wall, the door slowly closing as Drew's lips met her's, his hands on her hips as hers held onto the railing. His lips moved across her jawline and made their way to her neck, softly nipping at her skin, cautious to not leave marks, a promise they made to each other given their line of work.

"There's camera's in here," she hummed only half caring, head falling back onto the cool metal as the box kept rising.

"You worry too much," his words brushed against her skin.

"Its my specialty," she smiled, her hands sliding over his cotton covered abs as his lips found hers again, her fingers hooking onto his belt loops pulling him closer, one of his hands on the back of her neck, fingers softly pulling at her hair.

The elevator dinging at the arrival to their floor pulled them apart, Drew eagerly taking her hand as they happily zigzagged to their door way.

"Do you have keys?" Drew asked patting his pockets.

"Yes," she nodded popping open her clutch, all of their necessities in the little gold bag, her ID, his ID and a few credit cards, plus the apartment keys.

Lili stepped in front of him, his hands immediately on her waist, his lips on the crook of her neck as her hand unlocked the door.

When he heard the click of the lock he spun her around, her hands finding the door frame, back against the door, keys hanging in the lock, as his lips crashed onto her's, one of his hands holding her face, their tongues dancing.

"Should we go inside?" Lili's voice was soft, her breath heavy.

Drew twisted open their door, "How about," he swiftly lifted her onto their kitchen counter, "Right here," he stood in front of her, hands gliding up her thighs.

"It's up to you, birthday boy," she tangled her fingers in his hair, his only response was a soft kiss before he turned away, opening the fridge.

"No!" she whined when he turned around, the can of whip cream in his hand, "That's for the strawberry shortcake I made you!"

"We'll buy more," he shrugged pulling off the cap, "Wait, you made strawberry shortcake?"

"Yeah, the cake is over there," she pointed to the plastic blue case next to the stove, "Strawberries are in the fridge"