The apartment is eerily quiet as Jerome sneaks to the kitchen, his steps light and his eyes wary. The modernly elegant electrical fixtures are switched off, but the glow from the rising sun is plenty enough to see by. He finds it strange that no one, not even Theo, is up and about at this hour.
When Jerome left Daisy in the room, the alarm clock read a cheery 7:26, a plenty decent hour to start the day. Theo especially seems like the type to be an early riser, wanting to get his evil billionaire plans in motion as soon as possible. He wonders if there's been some mission assigned that he forgot about, or perhaps some secret espionage that he wasn't let in on.
Either way, he's got a bad feeling about the silent apartment and wants nothing more than to grab some food and get out.
In the kitchen, resting on the gleaming marble countertop by the fridge, there's a plain white box that he knows to contain the leftover donuts. Jerome starts to go and take it, but remembering Daisy's reaction to it the first time heats his blood, and he doesn't think he can handle that type of temptation again.
His gaze next flicks over to the fruit on the island. There is a bunch of ripe, yellow bananas resting beside a ceramic bowl, its surface covered in geometric patterns that contrast with the smooth oranges and apples sitting within. Jerome immediately disregards the bananas, the image that his mind conjures of Daisy consuming the fruit more than enough to rile him up.
Shrugging a bit, he snags two of each of the fruits in the colorful bowl, pausing to grab a bag of plain bagels on the way out of the kitchen. Arms laden with food, he scurries back to his room, scanning the halls warily for his flat mates on the way. The silence of the apartment does little to soothe his nerves, the only thing audible his footsteps on the hardwood as they thud dully against the wood.
The trip to his door takes less than a minute, and soon enough he's knocking on it, the sound making him cringe for how loud it seems.
"It's me, princess," Jerome assures the girl within quietly. The door then creaks open slowly, revealing a very shy Daisy behind it. She opens it wider for him and shuffles back, making room for him to come through. "Thanks, Rapunzel. Could you close it back for Daddy, please?"
The blond girl wordlessly shuts the door behind him, still flushed from just minutes earlier when he woke her up and pressed her into his erection. Just the thought of the altercation is enough to set her face aflame to the tips of her ears. With his back turned, Jerome misses her reaction as he sets down all the food on the bed, giving Daisy enough time to gather herself and cool down. Maybe a cold shower would help?
"Well I've got some apples and oranges here and some bagels. I wasn't sure what you liked," the ginger explains with a tinge of embarrassment in his tone.
She smiles at his thoughtfulness and picks up an orange from the bed, starting the slow process of peeling it for her consumption as she plops down on the floor. Jerome, on the other hand, selects an apple and sits down across from her, legs crisscross.
As she continues to peel her porous fruit, the man across from her lifts the apple to his lips and bites into it, causing a thin spray of juice to squirt from the fruit. The delicious crunch combined with the visual of Jerome licking the juice from his face sets Daisy's thighs spasming, clenching and unclenching in pure desire. She wants more than anything to lunge across the space separating them and to press her lips to his, plunging her tongue into his mouth to taste for herself.
She realizes that she's been staring when Jerome looks up at her questioningly, and her hands resume peeling the orange as they had been as she flicks her eyes down shyly. She wills her lust away as she fixates her gaze on her feet, wishing the ground would swallow her up so she wouldn't have to meet the teasing look in his eyes.
It's about damn time she feels the same uncontrollable want that I do, Jerome thinks to himself as he sees Daisy watching him eat from the corner of her downturned eye. A playful smirk catches his lips for the briefest of moments before he brings the apple back to his lips, deciding to tease his little minx with a show of his own.
He flicks his tongue out quickly, grazing the surface of the fruit and then his lips with a quiet little smack. Jerome then takes another long, loud bite of the apple, moaning lightly as the flavor hits his tongue. A quick look at Daisy shows that she's completely transfixed by him and has given up all pretenses of not staring. She watches open mouthed as he slowly devours the fruit in his hand, showcasing the power of his lips and tongue.
The poor girl hasn't even taken a single bite of her own orange yet, and seeing an opportunity, Jerome smirks and sets his apple core aside. He reaches for the peeled orange in her hand and gently pulls out one of the slices, holding it before her gaping mouth with a smile.
Daisy clears her throat distractedly and opens her mouth more for him, pupils blown as she stares into his eyes. His smile grows into a smirk as he places the orange slice on her tongue and watches with lidded eyes as she slowly chews and swallows the morsel, his gaze following the bobbing in her throat. Her own tongue darts out of her mouth and traces her lips, chasing any taste of orange left behind.
Jerome's eyes narrow at the sight and zero in on the pink muscle as it escapes back into the confines of her mouth. He finds himself slowly leaning forward, eyes locked on her lips as Daisy does the same, both of their minds entirely clouded over by desire. Their lips hover over each other, breaths mingling as they graze each other for the briefest, most delicious of moments.
This is the moment, Jerome thinks. Where I finally...
Finally! Daisy says to herself.
KISS HER! His insides scream.
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A/N
Yes, I was just incredibly evil on my first time back in a week. I'm so sorry that the updates I'd hoped for never came to fruition. I won't make excuses. I just didn't write them. I didn't try because I didn't think I could beat the writer's block I was facing. But I can. I just have, and while some things about this story may remain unclear, I hope this time that I'm back to stay and I won't need to take another break. So, um, apparently I have a thing about people eating food. I never realized that was a (kink?) thing that existed, especially for me, but somehow with these two it always comes back to eating that gets them going. Food is just magical like that I suppose. I won't say when because I don't want to lie, but I WILL update again soon. Thank you for your patience and I hope you'll remain so.
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