The Boy: A Brahms Fanfiction

Part 5

Realizing how late is was getting, she remembered that she and Brahms hadn't eaten yet and he was probably as hungry as she was. After informing him that she was going to the kitchen to cook dinner and inviting him to join her, he kissed her head and followed her to the kitchen. She shuffled through the cabinets, trying to decide what she was in the mood to cook. After a few minutes she decided on spaghetti, and she grabbed a saucepan and pot for the noodles and sauce. Brahms watched her in awe and smiled as she stood over the stove to cook. She could feel his eyes on her and she smiled, biting her lip as she prepared two plates and sat with Brahms at the table. He wasn't exactly accustomed to Italian food, but seemed to enjoy it anyway. As they finished, Greta collected the dishes and Brahms rinsed as she washed each one. As she pulled the plug to drain the water from the sink, she playfully flicked bubbles at Brahms, who laughed and scooped her up, splattered her with bubbles. Greta laughed and shrieked as they both continued throwing bubbles at each other. When they ran out of ammo, Greta sat down to catch her breath while Brahms wiped up the mess. He couldn't help but notice that her shirt, now soaked, was now very sheer and he could see straight through it. Greta, realizing this too late, turned a bright red and quickly folded her arms over her chest. Brahms just giggled as he walked over to where she was sitting. Greta just admired how strangely handsome he was as he stood in front of her. As she warmed up to him more and more to him, she came to think of him as an 'angel with a sinister streak' and almost found her attraction to him similar to an innocent woman like you see in movies that fall for the handsome but cunning men and surrender to the darker side. Only this was different. She had helped Brahms pull himself from the dark side. This, in her eyes, was like living one of her wildest and sexiest fantasies. Brahms helped her to her feet after inviting her upstairs so that he could prepare a bubble bath for her. She agreed with a smile, taking his hand as they climbed the stairs. Brahms went into the bathroom to get the water running and get the tub ready for her while she went to her room to grab her robe and towel. Brahms met her in the hall and kissed her head before walking with her to the bathroom. As she climbed in and got comfortable, he grabbed a cup and washed her hair, much to her delight. She took the loofah, washing her body as he rinsed the conditioner from her hair. After what seemed like hours, she decided it was time to get out, pulling the plug and reaching for her towel. Brahms, who had picked up the towel, helped her to her feet and wrapped it around her. He then smiled that smile that just made her cringe. Taking each of her hands in his, he helped her out of the tub, and began to caress her arms. She couldn't take it anymore. His hands on her bare skin finally took her over the edge. She raised herself,  standing on her toes and nipped at his neck. In that instant, he lifted her into his arms, sealing every bit of passion into a kiss. He gently nibbled at her lip, and she parted them, granting him full access to her mouth. His tongue made its way to hers and they began their dance. Brahms, still carrying Greta in his arms, made his way to her room and had laid her in the center of her bed. She pulled at his clothes as he slid out of them and climbed over her, taking time to kiss and take in every curve and every dip of her body. Greta shivered below him and gripped the sheets with every move he made.