DEVOTION | L. FORGER

CHAPTER 9

I blink slowly as my eyes open to this unfamiliar yet familiar room. I stretch my arms and get up rubbing my eyes as I look beside me. I am in an empty bed. Just as my feet touch the floor, I realize I'm naked. I grab a white shirt buttoning up a few buttons from the bottom as I make my way down the staircase I feel sore in the legs in the best way possible.

The smell of freshly baked bread and cream hit my nose. I unconsciously follow the smell leading me to the kitchen only to find Loid cooking breakfast without a shirt on. A breakfast indeed. He's humming to some song as he flips the bread on the pan over. I take a seat at the high table which suddenly startles him.

"Good morning Y/n," he says with a faint smile.

"Good morning Loid"

"I hope you're feeling hungry" he retaliates.

"Oh I am starving alright"

He looks back at me with mischief in his eyes.

"Just when you thought last night was enough"

I turn into a deep shade of red, looking away from him.

"Whatever" I whisper.

"Anyways do you have any plans for today?" I ask.

"No, not really. I feel too lazy to do anything"

"Oh, I see" I feel kind of disappointed. I wanted to spend the rest of my day with him, hoping to get to know him better.

"Do you want to maybe watch a movie and get take out or something?" he asks with a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

Maybe luck is finally on my side.

"Sure I'd love that"

There is utter silence in the house. I have so many things I want to say. So many things I want to ask. But somehow I cannot find myself saying these words. He just looks down as if he's also wondering about the right words to say.

"Well in the meantime, maybe we can-" just as he finishes that sentence, I feel a cool sticky substance on my lips and cheeks. As I run my tongue over it I soon realize it's honey. He looks as if he's containing a good laugh. I grab some flour set on the table and throw it at him.

He looks at me for ten seconds until he's chasing me around his kitchen. I grab whatever soft edible I could find throwing it at him. Soon enough he catches up to me grabbing me by my waist and hosting me up on the kitchen counter. He grabs a fist full of flour rubbing it all over my face and neck. I laugh trying to push his hand away as he grabs my jaw ever so lightly. He runs his thumb over my lips cleaning off any sort of blockage between his finger and my lips. 

He suddenly pushes his lips onto mine pulling me closer to make it hot and passionate. The hand around my jaw is now at the back of my head tangled with my hair as he pulls more towards me. We break apart to breathe as our eyes bore into each other. I run my hand across his cheek to his jaw, now covered in chocolate syrup.

He looks at me surprised as I get out of his grip running away from him, only to find him chasing after me.

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After another few sessions of play and make-out, Loid and I clean the kitchen, bath, and settle down on his couch. I was right because it is very comfortable. We are seated in a way where he's right behind me with his arm around my waist rubbing my stomach softly, there is so much food on the center table and the curtains are closed leaving the room cold and dim. We grab whatever food we could get, pillows, and a lot of blankets.