Rochelle's POV
I was currently slicing vegetable to make me and Jenson some seriously good homemade lasagne. I wasn't lying when I said I was a good cook. I had to learn when I learnt that Dad was practically a hazard in the kitchen.
I had been so caught up in my thoughts, and concentrating on what I was doing that I hadn't heard the water switch off upstairs, or Jenson walking down stairs and into the kitchen until he wrapped his wet arms around my waist. I giggled and turned round to look at him. Wow. He was wearing the boxers and the socks I had left him, but he hadn't buttoned up the shirt I had given him, and he hadn't dried himself fully so I could see his glistening 8 pack. I practically melted, and I can't imagine what my face must of looked like, but from Jenson's laugh I guessed it was humorous.
"So you like what you see?" he asked, grinning like a cocky idiot. I rolled my eyes at him playfully and as I did I caught sight of his swollen shoulder. I cursed under my breath. I rushed away from him and into one of the cupboards in the kitchen.
"Sit" I ordered, as I straightened up holding a bandage. He did as he was told but his face didn't look pleased.
"It really doesn't hurt that much" he said, unconvincingly.
"I don't believe you" I said, softly, giving his hand a little squeeze. He sighed but shook off his shirt so I had access to his shoulder. I had to physically stop myself from staring at his chiselled chest as I unravelled the bandage. I slowly but tightly wrapped it around his shoulder, and the across his chest to keep his shoulder in place while it healed and the swelling went down. I looked up to see his dejected face. Who would know I was the younger one?
"What's wrong?" I said as I put my first aid stuff back. He sighed.
"I can't exactly pull off sexy with this, can I?" he moaned slightly. I laughed. Trust him to think only about how good he looked.
"I think you can pull it off wearing anything" I said, giving his good shoulder a squeeze. I then went back to work, putting the vegetables and the mince together, in-between layers of pasta sheets and the glazing it with cheese and sticking it in the oven. Al the while Jenson watched me with big eyes, not saying anything until I finally turned around to look at him.
"You're amazing" he said, softly and I smiled. It still sort of shocked me that he liked, maybe even loved me back. I think it was going to shock me forever.
I walked over to him and grabbed his hand and helping him up. He winced slightly but didn't complain.
"You don't have to act all hard around me" I said, squeezing his hand, hoping he would stop worrying about me worrying about him. Wow, complicated sentence...
"Sorry" he whispered as we sat down on the sofa. I could have put the TV on but I didn't. I swung my legs over his and rested my head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped both arms around me, though I can imagine how much it must have hurt him, and just held me. We stayed, fitting into each other like we were the matching pieces of a puzzle, until the buzzer on the cooker went off. I sighed and stood up. I heard him moan a little and I smiled. I liked having this power of such a sexy man. I walked into the kitchen and dished up both up a plate of lasagne and some garlic bread and brought the two plates back into the living room and gave one to Jenson. His eyes lit up at the sight of food and I had to laugh. He was turning out to be more 'typical-guy' than I ever would of thought. He dug in and through a big mouthful mumbled at me.
"This is gorgeous" he said, and I smiled at him and began to eat mine but not before I switched the TV on. We watched a re-run of 'Friends' as we ate in silence. It wasn't awkward though, just comfortable - homely.
We both finished just as 'Friends' ended and I stood up to take our plates out but he shook his head, snatched the plates from me and ran into the kitchen before I could protest. I grinned and followed him to see him running some water to wash them up in. I shook my head but didn't stop him. Instead I just hopped onto the table, swinging my legs, like I would in his classroom, and watched as his hands delved into the soapy water.
It didn't take him long to finish up and I expected him to turn and dry his hands on the towel but instead he flicked soapy water at me. I squealed out of shock and jumped off the table and scooped some bubbles up out of the sink. I flung them at him and ran into the lounge. I heard him coming after me so I grinned and legged it into the garden and reached for the hose. He had just caught up when I turned round and squirted him full pelt with it. His shocked face was hilarious and I dropped the hose which was a stupid thing to do because it wiggled about like a demented snake, and completely soaked me which mean it was Jenson's turn to go into hysterics. I finally managed to catch the hose and turn it off and then I collapsed next to Jenson on the grass. He was still laughing and it was infectious. I giggled too and rolled closer to him as he was warm. It wasn't a cold night but we were both covered in water, which made it feel colder. His laughter stopped as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He kissed the top of my head so I tilted my head up so he could reach my lips. He smirked at my eagerness and kissed me passionately. I licked his lips trying to let him give my tongue access but he wouldn't. He was teasing me. Well teasing went two ways. I grinned against his lips and swung one of my legs over him so I was straddling him. He groaned slightly, which gave me an opportunity to slide my tongue in. He chuckled but eagerly continued to kiss me. I rubbed my crotch against his, and I instantly felt him become hard under me. I smiled into his lips. God I wanted this man, but I didn't want to get hurt. Then the question "What if he's had better?" popped into my head. Ahh shit, I thought. I didn't know what to do, and so began the mental argument inside my head as I continued to kiss this sexy man who was hard for me. What the hell was I going to do? Sex or no sex? To be or not to be? And when the hell did I become all poetic? Help...
