fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

A tantalizing feeling woke me up the next morning. A combination of softness, warmness, and something that was sucking my skin soft enough to wake me up in the most soothing way possible. I pretended to keep sleeping just so Mitchel wouldn't stop placing kisses on my skin in order to wake me up. "Princess, wake up." His voice came out gently and softly. I swear all these nicknames are going to give me heart attacks.

I hesitantly opened my eyes to be greeted by a pair of light colored eyes that for the first time seemed relaxed and genuinely content. "Good morning, baby girl. Breakfast is served." Mitchel said and my eyes were filled with confusion. Where's Mitchel and what have his idol done to him?

"Just five more minutes." I groaned and twisted my body. My arms hugged the pillow and my feet were on top of the silk bed sheets.

Mitchel chuckled and I felt his hands tightly wrapping my body. He took me in his hands and placed me on his shoulder. "Mitchel, let me down," I said giggling. He carried me from the bedroom to the kitchen and placed me in a chair. When he let me down I slapped his shoulder playfully and he laughed when I ounce. Instead of hitting his shoulder I hit his bone and caused slight pain in me.

Mitchel was still laughing at me vividly and I crossed my hands over my chest like a five-year-old. "Karma is a bitch." He said through his giggles.

After narrowing my eyes playfully at him I finally looked at what the table in front of me had on. A whole bunch of breakfast. Marmalades, fruits, bread, milk and obviously the anti-obnoxious coffee. "Wow." was what I uttered.

"I have to take care of you baby girl." Mitchel seriously stated.

"Like a good daddy does." The phrase escaped my lips and there was no way of turning what I said back. His eyes were open wide but also accompanied by the greatest smirk that he ever made before. Also, I could discern that he was blushing a little. "Wow I didn't expect such a good morning," said he finally and took a seat opposite me.

I started shoving food into my mouth enjoying every single shove. "Easy tiger, it's all yours," Mitchel commented me at boiling down my food at a fast speed.

"Aren't you getting anything?"

"Look at my physic Phoebe. How do you think I keep up with it?" He said and motioned at his extremely lean body.

"Yeah right," I said and laughed at him. It wasn't actually a physic. It was much more like a twiggy situation.

"Don't make fun of me, I can still fire you," Mitchel said. After a while of no reaction coming from my side, he burst into laughter. "I love the annoyance in your face baby girl."

And I love everything about you, Mitchel.

"Fuck off, boss." Was what I replied and earned a chuckle by him.

My mind was running though still curious of what happened the day Clinton came in. I heard from gossips that Clinton once left swearing not to come back never again. That's a topic for another time though.

Should I ruin the happy atmosphere between Mitchel and me? I should probably say no and try to brush it off but you can't blame me for being stubborn and curious. "Mitchel, what happened at the office the day of our argument?" I asked so straightforward that he chocked on his coffee and spit some out.

Mitchel's face became full of uncertainty and nervousness. He scratched the back of his neck while processing the right words to say. At least his mood didn't change dramatically, he was just anxious. "It's complicated." Uttered he, after sighing. Hesitation has overwhelmed both him and me. Him because of the fact, that he likes to keep people out of his personal life and me because I knew that if I asked again I would probably mess up whatever we're trying to build.

"All can I say is that I would almost commit something meaningless," Mitchel added and I'm shocked he did so.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for bringing it up." I said apologetically.

He shook his head. "There's nothing you should be sorry for. In fact, I have to be sorry for a lot more than you can possibly think." his grin almost faded but I tried to prevent that from happening by lifting his chin to make him look at me. I caressed his cheek and kissed it.

His glare was full of playfulness and boy, did I love that. "I hope I don't have any jam on my cheek," he said and I giggled.

"No, I'm taking care of no staining you."

"May I ask you something?" Mitchel asked his voice soft and full of something unprecedented for him. Full of genuine care. I nodded my head unsure of what he was going to ask. "Why'd you hate alcohol so much. I mean you barely ever drink two glasses of wine."

This time I was silent. I huffed, as memories popped out from my consciousness. "It took away someone close to me," I said while an unbearable sting occurred to my heart.

"Phoebe I'm so sorry. It never crossed my mind that something like this has happened to you." Mitchel said and I could discern that his eyebrows frowned, probably at a thought that crossed his mind. I know death is a very sensitive topic for anyone but would never guess it affected Mitchel so bad. "I know how badly hurts," he added, his voice coming out low, while his gaze was stuck on his hands, which were fidgeting nervously.

"It's okay. I compromised with the fact that happened. I didn't have much time spent, with them either." I said truthfully. In fact, they were dead after a year or so after my birth. It's sad.

"Anyway, I don't want this conversation to take a sad twist. Get ready, we still have work to go to." Mitchel said, smirking widely.

"Don't worry our boss won't fire us."

"How's that?" He joked with me.

"He took his anti-obnoxious pill," I replied pointing at his coffee.

He chuckled as a response and we both stood up in order to head towards work.

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