Slopestyle Love

Day 3 and the First Day Back

ToothlessxWolfy © 2014

I woke up the same time as yesterday, and got up to get ready. Tristan had sent me a text asking if I would have breakfast with him before we had to go our separate ways. Knowing it would make him happy, I slipped on his hoodie. Since I had five minutes to spare, I sat down to ice my legs and ankle. During that time, I gathered what I could and organized it into piles for packing. I also checked my phone and found a text from Tristan.

'Morning, beautiful. I have your breakfast waiting. Can't wait to see you, miss you. X Tristan' I smiled. He was very sweet, when he wanted to be. Checking the time, I noticed it was time to go so I grabbed my crutches and headed down.

Just like yesterday, Tristan had breakfast waiting for me. This time, he had somehow managed to get pancakes with butterscotch chips in them and that amazing caramel syrup. Tristan snagged my waist and gently pulled me onto his lap, despite protests and gave me a quick kiss.

"Let me go, or I'll pinch you." He ignored me. So I did what I said I would.

"Ouch! That hurt! Why did you go for my nipples? I just wanted to hold you!"

"I learned that in a self defense class. I wanted to eat my food normally, which isn't in your lap. How have you not let go already?"

"I have awesome willpower. Pretty please, with a cherry on top, can I please hold you while you eat breakfast?"

"Yes, you may, but from your own chair, which will be right next to mine. No buts." Tristan started to open his mouth, then thought better of it and nodded reluctantly. I smirked, gave him a quick peck as a reward and slipped off his lap and onto the chair that he had dragged over. Without missing a beat, he draped his arm over my shoulders and pressed close. I had enough room, so I didn't complain. It was fun seeing how quickly he submitted to my wishes, although he better not become compliant with everything. Just things that I was right on. I would really be irritated if he became that way. Apparently I had gone into one of my lala land visits and it was starting to make Tristan nervous. He had squeezed his arm tighter, unconsciously, trying not to interrupt, but had done so anyways.

"You can stop squishing me now." I told him. His hold loosened.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was doing that." He rubbed my back in apology.

"It's ok. I was making you nervous with my trip to dream land wasn't I?"

"Yea." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's kind of eerie, cause your eyes become unfocused and it feels like you're not here. I worry."

"I can tell." I was wolfing down the pancakes while he was speaking. They were fantastic, and officially my new favorite food. I poked his cheek. "Don't worry about me. There's nothing to worry about." He gave me a 'oh really?' look. "I take it back. There are some things about me that need worrying over. Better?"

"Yup." He replied happily. I gasped, realizing that he had just played me like I had him before. Sneaky form of revenge.

"You just figured out what I did didn't you?" Tristan was all sorts of smug. "That was fast, far faster than I anticipated, but still. You can play me and I can play you. Granted, you probably already have me pretty much wrapped around your little finger, but still. I can give as good as I get. So behave." I acquiesced with a nod, my mind already plotting a way to get him back. Tristan noticed and poked my forehead.

"Stop that. Until you learn a poker face, no more plotting in front of me. Let's both try not to get our way for awhile, ok?" I rolled my eyes but nodded, and he kissed my forehead in response.