Aged up // 20
A little bit of a suggestive and smutty one shot. Skip if you don't wanna read that :))
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Eddie groggily moved into their small kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes. Brandy flicked her love-filled gaze over to him, sending him a sweet morning smile. He ruffled his already messy bedhead, possibly making his dark brown hair even more wild.
His sweatpants were loose, hanging loose on his frame as he scratched his bare chest, his eyes traveling from the girlfriend's giant t shirt she had stolen from him to the back of her little black lacy panties. Eddie smirked at his gorgeous girlfriend's apparel, reaching down and slightly squeezed her near bare ass as he slowly moved past her, his hand snaking lightly up to rub her warm back under her shirt.
"Stop that," Brandy hissed playfully, swatting Eddie's hand. She was making pancakes on the brand new stove of their new apartment.
Eddie smirked slightly at her motion, snaking his arms around her back from the back and pulling her into his embrace.
He kissed Brandy lightly on the back of her neck as she tried her best to not to lose her concentration and burn the pancakes.
Eddie's soft, tired lips felt like slow little butterflies on her tender skin, and Brandy was having trouble focusing on her pancakes. He wasn't planning on paying attention to anything but her for a while.
It amazed Eddie how Brandy's presence in his life still took his breath away. He continued pressing light kisses into the back of her neck, moving his hands from around her waist to slip them under her shirt and over her flat, soft stomach. Eddie sucked lightly on her neck, earning a flinch of recognition.
Goosebumps rose on Brandy's skin as Eddie slid his hands from her stomach to her hips, pulling her closer to him once more. "Eddie-" Brandy began, the end of her sentence lost. She dropped the kitchen utensil, sucking in a breath, her knees weakening under Eddie's tender touch.
"What is it, baby?" Eddie cooed raspily, nuzzling his head sleepy down into hair.
"I just- uh... I was just making pancakes," Brandy began, quickly scrambling to pick up the spatula. She was trying to force her mind away from the beautifully sleepy body standing right over her shoulder.
Eddie laughed softly, wrapping his arms more securely around Brandy's waist and lifting her up, spinning her around and gently placing her down on the island. He stood in between her legs, smiling sleepily up into her pretty face.
Brandy smiled back kindly, taking his face into her hands and pulling him forward. Their lips connected, Eddie placing his hands of her waist and pulling her closer to him.
Brandy ran her hands down Eddie's bare chest and back up to his neck, tugging him in closer, the scent of him filling her nose. Gosh he smelled good.
They deepened the kiss, passion and need coursing through their veins.
A blackened smell burned in the air, causing Brandy to sit up straight, detaching her swollen lips from Eddie's. He took this as a right away to run his mouth down her jaw and to her neck. Brandy swatted him away, trying to locate where the smell was coming from.
Suddenly, it hit her.
She never turned off the stove.
Brandy whipped her head towards the stovetop to see a blackened pancake onto of it, smoke coming from it.
"Shit," Brandy mumbled, hopping off the the countertop and out of Eddie's still tired grasp. He groaned at the loss of contact from her, reaching out to grab her again.
"Braaaandyyyy," he whines as she turned off the flame.
"Not right now, Eddie. I burned the pancakes."
Eddie wrapped his clingy arms around Brandy's back again, causing her to roll her eyes at him.
"Baby, I couldn't care less if you burned the pancakes." He paused, his voice raspy from only waking up a few minutes before.
"All I really want for breakfast is you."
Brandy gulped back, turning around to face him. His chocolate brown eyes filled with lust as she glared back at him, her eyes hard as stone. Brandy was extremely turned on by the way he was acting, but she wasn't going to let him in. She wanted pancakes.
"Please?" Eddie cooed. "For me, baby?" His words were like ice cold chills running down her spine.
Brandy sighed, utterly giving up.
She slammed the spatula down onto the island.
Brandy clutched onto his hand, fast walking towards the bedroom, but Eddie yanked her towards the couch and down onto his lap before she could get all the way there, smashing his lips against hers.
"We've already christened the bed, baby. Maybe it's time to christen the couch."
Brandy looked him in the eyes, frustrated by how fucking amazing he looked fresh out of bed. She crashed her lips onto his again, letting out a soft, "damnit Eddie," as she fell backwards into the couch, Eddie under her.
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A/N:
It's been a really long time since I wrote a one shot here so here ya guys go. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't, I'm sorry for wasting your time.
!!!!IMPORTANT!!!! Make sure if you aren't already to get caught up with my other two books: Cherrybomb and So Good.
IF YOU DO NOT READ MY OTHER TWO BOOKS YOU WILL BE HIGHLY CONFUSED AND NOT KNOW WHAT TF IS GOING ON WHEN PART TWO OF THIS BOOK COMES OUT!!!!!
Anyways, have a nice day.
-copperwise xx
