venture • lrh

twenty-six

BED AND BREAKFAST

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Alexis has been up for nearly an hour and a half. She desperately needs her morning pee, but Alex can't escape Luke's tight grip. She has to admit that his tight grip feels so comfortable. Yet, her bladder is nearly bursting, and she needs the damn toilet.

"Hemmings," she whispers. "I need to pee," he whines, annoyed with her words. The man was awake this entire time, but Luke hadn't had the energy or the need to open his eyes. He lets go of the girl so she can do her thing. He was so comfortable with half her weight on his body. You can tell him a lot, but he finds it comforting. Besides, he loves the warmth of her body.

After some time - with Alexis still not being back in the warm and comfortable bed - he gets up and looks for the girl. His girl.

Once he walks in, he notices she's wearing his shirt, falling halfway over her thighs. Her body is smoothly swaying over the soft music. Her brown hair's in a bun, and he can see the glasses on her nose. She looks adorable with those glasses.

He walks towards the petite brunette and places his hands on her hips. His head rests on her shoulder as he looks down at what she's making. In the pan, he notices a perfectly golden pancake. He presses a kiss on her cheek. The smile on her face is so adorable, so sweet.

Luke can't help but admire the girl from such a close distance. "I got you something, by the way," the girl says, placing a new amount of mixture in the pan for a new pancake. She turns around to look at him. He's curious, and he wants to know what she got him. Luke isn't very fond of gifts. Mostly, they leave him very uncomfortable. The last person to give him a thoughtful gift was his mother. 

His mother was the last person to ever care about him anyways. Of course, his friends love him, but never the way she loved him. He misses his mother more than anything, but once he's with Alexis, Luke forgets the pain, and he forgets about the grief.

"Okay, so Bea helped me a little with it," she admits shyly. "It also kinda made me realize I have no clue what you listen to." He frowns a little but remembers quickly where she works. Bea knows what he's been eyeing, but Alexis wouldn't spend that much money on him, right?

"Maybe flip the pancake first," he whispers. She looks back at the pan and immediately flips the pancake. A faint sigh of relief falls from her lips once she notices it's not burned. "Finish the food first," he tells her, his lips near her ear, giving her goosebumps. He catches it quickly and bites down on her ear. Her lips part a little, and her eyes close.

"Who would've thought you'd be so whipped for me," Alexis manages to get through her lips. Her voice is unsteady. He chuckles and places a few kisses on her neck while still standing behind her. Once he notices her hands turn into little fists around the pan and the spatula, he sucks on the sensitive skin. He holds her tighter, hoping her knees aren't as weak as they seem now. Alexis' breathing becomes heavier, and she bites down on her lip to suppress any noises.

"It's gonna burn if you keep your eyes closed, Finley," she abruptly opens her eyes and places the last pancake on the pile. She turns off the stove and puts the pan in the sink to let it cool down.

"It's a wonder you had everything for pancakes," Alexis tells the blonde guy. She grabs the plate with the stack of pancakes to put it on the table. "I cleaned it all, though! I only need to wash these things." She says immediately.

"You know, I have a dishwasher for that." He says, leaning against the kitchen counter. "But don't apologize," he says right after.

"I didn't apologize?" She says illogical.