Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 26

-Mild sexual content-

"Well, thank you for this, it was really nice," I admitted, sending Ren a shy smile. I felt different after the kiss we shared earlier. I always knew that I had started to develop feelings for him, but the kiss had solidified it. It was probably only a one sided feeling. He did it to get rid of that guy. I didn't want to delve into his brain to find out. There were many things that I would do that for, but I feel like doing that just to know someone's true feelings about you was too invasive.

"About the kiss," I drifted off, watching how he flushed in front of me and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I was going to apologize. I did it to try to get rid of the guy. I could see how uncomfortable you were," he mumbled, looking away. I giggled, drawing his attention back to me with a confused looked. "What?"

"There's no need to apologize for it. I liked the kiss," I revealed, watching his eyes widen slightly with the news. "Just like how I like you."

I expected a "I like you too." or at the very least "the feeling isn't mutual.". Instead, I was met with silence. He just stared, not saying a word. Unease settled in. Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Thanks..." he eventually stated. I stared at him in confusion, not understanding what that was supposed to mean.

"Is that supposed to mean you don't like me?" I felt a little childish asking the question, but it felt good to put it out there. "Who says 'thanks' to someone else saying they like them? Honestly, that gives no clearance as to your feelings for me. So what is it? Do you like me or not?"

He didn't respond. I let my eyes search his face, trying to look for a single ounce of feeling. When I couldn't find any, I scoffed, going to turn around and unlock my apartment. A hand touched my shoulder, and I looked back. Soft lips met mine, kissing with less fury than earlier that day. A hand tangled into my hair, pulling me back to face him full on. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my hand grabbing my own chunks of his hair as I kissed him back. He pulled away as the passion started building, a breathless grin on his face as his chest heaved a bit.

"Was that enough answer?" he questioned me under his breath. My need spiked as I shook my head.

"Not even close," I rasped out. He seemed to get the message, rushing back in to claim my lips. The heat cranked up, I stumbled back against my apartment door with his force, but welcomed it with open arms. His tongue prodded my mouth. I let it in without hesitation as they twisted together to create their own rhythm and dance. I groaned against his taste, reached behind me to blindly unlock the door to my apartment.

I stumbled back, not wasting the time to kick off my shoes as we stepped over the threshold. He followed my lead, shucking off his jacket with surprising expertise while not breaking contact with my lips. His shoes followed quickly, and I grinned into our kiss and my fingers fumbled around his belt. I nimbly pulled it out of its clasp and through its loops as he worked at the buttons on my blouse. We broke contact, breathing harshly as we tried to replete our oxygen. I finished pulling off my shirt as he ripped his off over his head.

We managed into my bedroom. He carelessly threw his shirt onto the floor, advancing towards me as he cupped both hands under my butt, lifting me up. A giggle left my mouth as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips. We locked lips again, the passion and ferocity picking up with our want. I could feel his hard on press into me, and I playfully circled my hips, rubbing myself against him and earning a moan.

"Fuck you," he groaned, throwing his head back. I snickered, leaning forward to nibble on his earlobe.

"You're about to," I whispered teasingly into his ear. I let out an 'oof' as I landed on the bed. I unbuttoned my jeans, wiggling out of them quickly as he slipped his off before crawling over me. I laughed, a sock catching the bottom end of my pants as the came off, leaving me with only one sock on. I tugged his head down to mine, catching his lips again, pushing my tongue into his mouth this time as my hands rubbed soothingly down his chest. Before long, I felt the band of underwear. Hooking my fingers into the band, I pulled down.

"Impatient," he tutted as he pulled away to bait me. I rolled my eyes, pulling off my bra straps and undoing the clasp behind my back. I chucked it off to the side, watching his eyes wander lower to the newly exposed skin. I brought my hands down lower, pulling off my own underwear and arching just enough to brush against his crotch.

"You bet," I responded back, feeling him move to position himself. "What are you waiting for now?" I taunted, watching a smile curl onto his face.

"This is a new side of you," he murmured at me, before continuing what I started.

~

There's never a more degrading feeling than waking up naked and alone after having sex with someone last night. There was no note. The bed wasn't even made, so I knew he didn't try to act like he was never there. I sat up slowly, gripping the bedsheets to my chest as I took in the room.

The sunlight was streaming through my window, the clock reading past ten o'clock. I blinked in surprise, not realizing it was already getting that late. I made my way out of bed, the cooler air bringing goosebumps to my skin as I went to grab for my underwear and bra. Slipping them on, I noticed Ren's shirt still on the ground.

I paused, wondering if he really had left in that big of a hurry that he left his shirt. Maybe he got called into work today and had to leave for that. I tried telling myself. As I slipped his shirt on, the nagging in the back of my head went off. If that was the case, why didn't he leave you a note or message?

I grabbed for my interface, his shirt swishing around my thighs as I looked for any messages.

None.

I winced, placing the interface back on the table. I padded to my door, opening it to finally leave the room, when the aroma hit me.

Pancakes?

I made my way into the main area, seeing Ren at the stove with a skillet. His chest was bare, but I could see his jeans hanging loosely around his hips without a belt.

"You're still here... and you're making pancakes?" I asked incredulously, feeling my heart pick up in happiness. He hadn't left me after all.

"That is a normal thing to do after someone has sex with another. Do you want blueberry or chocolate?" he responded, looking up from his work to see me. A smirk marked his face as he looked me up and down. "You look good in my stuff." I sent him a grin, making my way to the barstools in front of the stoves and sitting down. I propped my head up with my hands.

"I'll take chocolate chip ones," I announced.

"Chocolate is for the weak," Ren teased, flipping his blueberry pancakes. I raised an eyebrow at him, which he caught. "Not that you're weak or anything, babe. Most people," he quickly corrected himself. I raised my other eyebrow in surprise.

"Babe?" I echoed back his words. He froze, his spatula under a chocolate chip pancake he was about to flip. I grinned as his flustered face. "Flip my pancake, you're going to burn it, "babe"." I've never seen a male's face turn red faster. He quickly flipped the pancake, looking down.

"It was on accident!" he defended. I hummed, watching him finish up the first batch of our pancakes. I reached over, grabbing a fork and a plate in his hand. I took a bite of the pancake, moaning at the deliciousness of the food.

"If you make pancakes like this all the time, I don't care what you call me," I groaned out, closing my eyes to savor the taste more.

"If I can get you to groan like that outside the bedroom I'll take your word for that," his voice was lighter, letting me know he still wasn't embarrassed.

Good. Because after what happened last night, there shouldn't be too much room for embarrassment.