Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (Teacher-Student Romance Robert Downey Jr.)

Treaty.

"If you think I'm going to eat this, you're even more delusional than I thought." 

I look down into the frying pan that is sitting on the stove. A yellow mass is crumbled up in it, looking like a giant sneezed all over the place. 

Downey is sitting at the dinner table across the room, hiding his face behind the newspaper. As he lowers it, to throw me a questioning glance, I can see his still damp hair falling into his eyes. 

"It's good. Don't be such a wuss," his morning voice is still there, as if he'd forgotten to switch into work mode. 

"You ate this?" I stare at him, bluntly. "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

He rolls his eyes and pulls up the paper again. Not giving me another look, even as I make my way over the wooden tiles towards him. 

"It's fine. You have other qualities than cooking," I glimpse over the paper and Downey seems to be ignoring me. 

"Hello?" 

My hands try to lower it, yet he snatches it away from me. 

"Oh, come on. Don't be huffy." 

Without invitation, I lean against the paper from behind and just lower myself onto his lap. 

"Aria?" Downey groans. 

"Yes?" 

"I am trying to inform myself of what happened in the world and you're keeping me from it. Also, I'm not talking to you." 

His eyes are still fixated on the paper. 

I sigh. "I didn't mean to offend you." 

"You could've been a little more sensitive." 

"So you can tell me all about how horrible I am at writing an outline, but I can't judge your cooking. Which I have to eat, by the way. You don't even have to read my work." 

"That's different," he disagrees. 

"How so?" 

"I am a trained professional, unlike you. Or have I forgotten the fact that you're secretly Julia Child?" 

Now his eyes pierce through me and cut my attitude in half like a knife could. 

"Fine," I snap and get off his legs. "I will starve to death then." 

As I turn around and make my way back to the bedroom, I hear him sigh. 

"Come back," he says and I shake my head. 

"No. I will retire to bed now and would much rather like to be alone." 

When my cold feet finally get under the blanket, I close my eyes and snuggle into the pillows. It is still dark outside and especially in the mornings you can feel winter has arrived. 

My mind wanders off to the missed call I saw when I woke up. Alex returned my call from the yesterday. He probably thinks I want to tell him something nice or ask him something about his life. Sadly, it is nothing like that. I could've called him this morning. But this isn't something you do, when your new ...whatever is sleeping next to you.

But oh how lovely he looks, while sleeping. Usually, he sleeps on his back and has one arm tugged behind his head, quietly, softly breathing and hopefully dreaming of me. 

"Are you done with being immature?" 

I lift my head, to see Downey standing in the doorway, holding a cup of something that has steam emerging from it. He's leaning against the wall, wearing some dark blue slacks and a crisp white shirt. Still not entirely buttoned, so I can take a look at the outline of his chest muscles.