Walks like Rain

Cupcake

"So, uh, what do you want to do?" It was the first time he had been in my house, I didn't want to seem boring to him.

"Whatever you normally do, I guess."

"I don't really do much." Totally blew it. Good one, Bay.Think, think. Think! You need a good excuse. "I just eat a lot."

"Well...what do you have?" I went into the kitchen and opened my pantry. Liam followed behind me.

"We can make cupcakes." I suggested, pulling out a box of mix.

"Okay." He said. And he smiled at me.

"Can you get the mixer out? It's under my stove." I said as I got the eggs, milk, and butter out. It said to beat the eggs, then add in the milk and butter, and the mix last. I turned around to get a spoon to start putting them on the cupcake tray, but when I turned around Liam's index finger connected with my lip, smearing batter on it.

"Let me get that." He said, his voice low. He smiled at me before locking his lips in mine. I thought it'd be quick, but he deepened the kiss, placing one hand on my cheek and the other at the hem of shirt. I needed air...and to get him back. I took two fingers and dipped them in the batter before connecting them with Liam's face. He quickly pulled away.

"So that's how you wanna play?" He reached in and pulled out some more batter and smashed it against my cheek. I grabbed a handful and plopped it on his clean shaven head. He grabbed another handful, but I got up and ran around the kitchen. He got up and chased me, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him, only to put a handprint of cupcake batter on me.

"You can't run from me, cupcake." He said, his voice low and husky in my ear. I gathered some of the batter up from my face and planted it on his blue t shirt.

"You think you're funny." I giggled. He grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I hit his back. "Put me down!" I squealed, only causing him to hold me tighter. Before I knew it, I was in my bathroom. I heard water running as he removed my socks and shoes before placing me down in the shower.

"If I'm showering, you can't be in here." I closed the curtain.

"Who says I can't?" He said, stepping in the shower, only in his boxer briefs and tshirt. "Someone covered me with all this cake batter. C'mon, lets get cleaned up."

"You want me to shower with my clothes on?"

"Yes, they're only your work clothes. Nothing special."

I would've gone along with it but there was something that was bothering me; wet jeans against my skin, which had to be the worst feeling ever. I quickly removed my pants and plopped them outside the shower. Liam looked shocked.

"What? If you can have your pants off why can't I?"

I got out of the shower and went to go change into some dry clothes, leaving Liam in the bathroom. I put on some pajama shorts and an oversized tshirt and combed through my long brunette waves. When I exited my room, Liam was sprawled out on my sofa wearing nothing but his boxers.

"W-where's your shirt?"

"It's hanging up in the bathroom drying."

"Oh, um, here. I still have your jacket." He put it on his body, but left it unzipped and his bare chest exposed. God, he was so toned. "We should, uh, we should finish making the cupcakes." I didn't take my eyes off of his abs. He walked over to me and lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes.

"My eyes are up here."

We decorated the cupcakes in silence, nothing on but the radio. Once we were done we rewarded ourselves by eating them. They were so good. I got up and stretched, making my way to my room. I was so tired. Liam followed behind me, stopping at the bathroom and exchanging his jacket for his dry and clean tshirt. He didn't bother to put his pants back on. I climbed into bed and waited for him to do the same.

"Are you-?" I nodded, and he slowly climbed in next to me. He wrapped his muscular arms around my frail waist and pulled me into him, my back against his chest. I fell asleep easily.