Apartment 311 ✧NovaHD✧

.16. cooking

I entered James' apartment, hearing jazz music flooding the rooms. An amazing smell lingered in my nose, catching my attention. I set my bag by the door, seeing James in the kitchen cooking.

"Wow, I didn't know you could cook." I hummed, leaning on the kitchen island where bowls, wraps and utensils of all sorts were laid out.

"No touching," He pointed at me. "This is for the Fourth of July party tomorrow."

I almost forgot about that. We were going to go to Jordan's house and have a barbeque get together and light a shit ton of fireworks. "Aw, you didn't make anything for me after a hard day at work?" I pouted.

He held up a finger, pulling out a piece of cake on a small plate out of the fridge. "I didn't make it, but I bought it earlier at the store for you."

A smile tugged at my lips. How sweet. I took the place and the fork, immediately taking a bite.

"How is it?" He asked.

I nodded, chewing. "It's good." I said, cutting a piece and holding it to his mouth with the fork. He ate it as he wiped off his hands with a rag. "So, jazz, huh? Very classy."

He chuckled, continuing his cooking. "Sets the mood, doesn't it?" He said with a wink.

"Oh, most definitely." I said as I walked to the sink, making sure to shake my hips. As I passed James, he smacked my ass with flour all over his hand, leaving the hand print on my jeans. I gasped, eyeing the flour bag. "That's it, you've declared war." I rushed to grab the flour but James got it first, keeping it out of my reach.

"No, no! I don't wanna clean that shit up!" James piped.

I furrowed my brows, pursing my lips as I turned around. "Look at what you did. This calls for revenge."

He smirked. "Does revenge call for me staring at your ass more? Because I wouldn't mind that at all."

I rolled my eyes, hoping my blushing wasn't noticeable. "I'm gonna eat all the food before you can bring it tomorrow." I threatened, reaching for the bowl of potato salad.

He smacked my hand, defensively pulling the bowl away and nearly dropping it. "Fuck off."

I reached behind him, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it in his face. He let out a dramatic yell, spitting and coughing as he set the bowl down, slowly falling to the floor. He lied still until Ein came over and began licking his face. James yelped, turning away. He gently pushed Ein off of himself, getting up and wiping the flour from his shirt. He noticed me laughing at him, quickly turning and pushing me up against the wall.

"Do you find this funny, Aleksandr?" He hummed.

"Yeah, actually, I do." I attempted to say with a straight face. I have to admit, James' tone and the fact that he's pressing me up against the wall made this moment extremely hot, but I wouldn't admit that out loud.

"Tsk tsk tsk." James shook his head. "I let you go last time, but not this time. Even better, you don't work tomorrow."

Fucking hell. "Get the fuck off me." I laughed, but made no attempt to escape his grip, biting my lip.

He stared down at my lips. "You know, I don't appreciate your attitude today."

I wiggled slightly, accidentally brushing up against his thigh. I let out a sharp breath.

"Interrupting my cooking.. Throwing flour in my face... Not very nice at all."

He knew what he was doing to me. James knew what he was doing, and it made the experience both hotter and more unbearable.

"Kiss me, you fool." I mumbled, the feeling of his lips hovering over mine driving me insane.

"Mmh, I don't know if you deserve the satisfaction." He whispered.

I leaned forward, capturing his lips for a heated make-out session. Finally. Asshole. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip. He kept them shut. I instinctively reached up, gripping onto his hair and lightly tugging on it. His lips parted and he leaned onto me. I decided to return last night's favor, sliding my hands on his hips as I nipped and sucked on an area on his neck.

"Aleks.." He breathed, tilting his head. As I moved to the opposite side of his neck and repeated the process, the oven beeped.

I smirked, moving my lips to his ear to whisper my warning. "Go back to cooking. I hope you know I'm getting you back for the teasing one day."

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