Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 34

As we drive back home, the car is quiet except for the music playing softly. Blair leans back in her seat, tapping her fingers to the beat of a Chase Atlantic song, a new album.

She looks half-asleep but awake enough to feel the pull between us. It’s pretty late. We’re both worn out.

“So…” I glance over at her, noticing the corner of her mouth twitch into a faint smile. “Think you’ll survive training at dawn?”

She rolls her eyes. “Please. Like I haven’t done early mornings before. I’ll be the one dragging you out of bed, baby.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, right. You’re gonna need more than attitude to get me up at dawn.”

Her face flushes just a bit, but she gives me a playful shove, "so what, you want to wake up up to me giving you head?".

"You said it, not me." I laugh, "oh shut up, " She says, rolling her eyes at me.

We pull up at my place, and she steps out, stretching her arms above her head with a soft groan. I raise an eyebrow, smirking. “Tired already? And you think you’re dragging me out of bed?”

She throws me a look over her shoulder, a small smirk on her face. “I’m fine. I’m just starving. Are you coming in, or what?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” I say, following her inside.

She heads to the kitchen, tossing her bag on the counter and starting to pull stuff from the fridge. Before she gets too focused, I move behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, moving the hair covering her neck to the side, and pressing a light kiss to her neck. She tenses for a second, then lets out a sigh.

“Leonardo,” she warns, but there’s a hint of a smile in her voice.

“What?” I murmur, nuzzling closer. "Just keeping you awake.”

“Keeping me from cooking, more like.” She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I tighten my grip just enough to hold her there.

“Can’t help it.” I let my lips brush just under her ear. “It’s like you’re asking for it.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “Yeah, right. You better be helping me clean up after this.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind me doing a terrible job.” I grin, letting my hands trail down her waist, to her inner thighs, before stepping back to let her finish.

She turns around, rolling her eyes but smiling. “Just sit down and stop distracting me, baby. You’re like a kid.”

“Fine, fine. But you’re cooking breakfast tomorrow, remember?” I tease, raising my hands in surrender.

“Only if you manage to drag yourself out of bed.” She raises an eyebrow, her smirk making it clear she’s daring me.

We eat together, just talking and joking around. There’s no big, dramatic moment, just us, sitting in her kitchen, teasing each other, and stealing glances. For a while, it’s easy, natural. Feels like this is how it’s supposed to be.

"I love you, you know?" I say quietly, squeezing her thigh.

"I love you." She replies, kissing my cheek.

Once we finish eating, Blair starts clearing the table, but I catch her hand, pulling her back toward me.

“Leave it,” I murmur, my fingers grazing her wrist. “I’ll clean up later.”

She raises an eyebrow, half-amused, half-skeptical. “Since when are you so responsible?”

“Since right now. I’ve got more important things to take care of.”