Fourteen Days (5 Days Left)

Day 13 (Cooking Class)

(Lance)

"Com'on Chipmunk, get up." I said, and I tapped Keith on the head again. He groaned once into my chest, and I decided the best way to wake him. I slowly pushed him off, and onto his side. He opened his eyes and gave me that cute grumpy look again.
"Whaaaat?" Keith asked grumpily.

I rolled onto my side, and threw the blanket off of us. He immediately wrapped his arms over his bare stomach.
"Lance, what are you doing?" He said with a groan and a smile.
"Waking you up, silly." I said, as I got in my hands and knees and crawled over to him.
My face hovered above his, and his fist half covered his face. I lowered my face until out lips touched, and he giggled.

"Lance I'm tired. I wanna sleep a bit longer." "Tsk tsk tsk." I began. "That's no way to start the day."
He smiled. "Oh yeah? Then what's the best way to start the day?" And then I got a devious idea. I slowly crawled back from his face, and towards his chest. "Lance, what are you doing?" He asked sluggishly through sleepy eyes.

I crawled further down to his belly, and began to lower my head.
"Lance, what are you doing." He asked again, in a far more embarrassed and confused tone. I stopped above his belly button, and then lowered my face and began blowing into his belly, giving him belly raspberries and making him laugh and try to push my head away while laughing.

"Lance, stop it damnit! I'm not a baby!" Keith laughed and giggled between his words. "Damnit Lance!"
I kept going, he giggled and scratched at me, trying in vain to push me away.
'But those giggles don't lie.' I thought, as I lifted my head to air a breath.

When I did, he grabbed my head, and wrapped his legs under my arms, twisting us around until he was sitting in my chest in the bed, and I couldn't move. He sat on top, holding my wrists above my head, and giggling.

I smirked. "Well, you caught me. So...what are you gonna do to me?"
He lowered his face to mine, and whispered seductively.
"I...am going to make you cook breakfast." He pulled back and smiled. "You truly are cruel and wicked!" I said through a laugh.

(Keith)

We sat in the kitchen, I was on the counter after five minutes of Lance begging me to, and Lance was frying green spinach and egg batter tortillas. Lance flipped the tortilla, as he whistled and swayed his hips from side to side. He was also mumbling a Spanish song under his breath.

"What are you singing?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Only one of the best musicians, Shakira. You've heard me shower sing, I got the voice of Shakira." And he went back to flipping tortillas.
I shook my head and mumbled.
"You definitely got the hips of Shakira."
Lance immediately looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, you like my hips huh?"

I laughed quietly, and looked away. "You're lucky we got up before everyone else."
I said. He shook his head.
"No, you're lucky I woke you up before everyone else."

He took a tortilla off the pan, and poured the green spinach batter into it to make another. "Hips like Shakira." I saw him mouth silently, and smile.

When the green batter was poured, he stepped back from it, and stood Infront of me, he stared into my eyes as he put a hand on each one of my knees.
"Lance-" I said smiling. "-This isn't the best time or place."
He rolled his eyes, and slowly pushed my knees apart from each other.
"It's morning...kind of, this is like the space equivalent of 5am, no one is awake but us."
And he slowly stepped between my knees as I sat helpless on the counter.

I looked at the empty kitchen door, then relented. Wrapping my arms around his neck, and pulling him close. Our lips got close, but didn't touch. I'd press in, and he'd pull away, then he'd press in, and I'd pull away, and we'd both giggle. We played this game for a full minute before he spoke with half closed eyes, and his chin resting against mine.