F.I.N.E (A Steven Tyler fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Kat's POV

I stirred, opening my eyes slowly. I turned my neck, to find myself asleep on Steven Tyler's chest.

I tried to smile to myself, but it was painful.

I reached up, and lightly touched where Chris had hit me.

That was gonna be a bruise.

My insides fluttered at how tightly Steven's arms were wrapped around me.

"G'morning." He spoke, in a sexy, sleepy voice.

I blushed a little, and moved my head to look up at him.

"Hi." I smirked.

We both sat up, and Steven glanced at my cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked for the millionth time.

I smiled, and nodded. "It hurts, but you made everything better. Thanks for staying with me last night."

Steven chuckled, "No problem. I wanted to stay anyways."

A smile played at my lips, and I looked into Steven's eyes.

"Well, for the record, I didn't mind it."

I leaned over the arm of the couch, and grabbed my phone off the table.

I had 3 missed calls from Vic.

Shit! She was going to flip shit.

"Are you hungry?" Steven asked.

I thought for a moment playfully, and then nodded.

I could call Vic back later.

He stood up, and held out his hand for me to grab.

"Let's go."

I rose an eyebrow. "Where?"

Steven laughed adorably. "To breakfast, baby."

I bit my lip, and put my hand in his.

"Let's go."

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We drove to the nearest IHOP, because both Steven and I agreed that we were in the mood for pancakes.

We got out the car, and Steven put his hand on my lower back, guiding me.

'I wish he would hold my hand again' I thought. Kat! Already?

Yes. I did like Steven. I just had to show him.

As we walked into the lobby of the restaurant, and approached the hostess stand to get seated, I reached down and interlocked my fingers with Steven's.

He smiled the sexiest smile I had ever seen in my life.

The girl smiled at the both of us.

"How many?"

"Two." Steven replied, smirking at me.

After a minute, we were lead to an open table, and handed menus.

I knew what I wanted.

Chocolate chip pancakes. Hell yeah.

Steven glanced up at me.

"So what are you gettin, Kat? I'm paying, so get whatever your little heart desires."

I giggled, "No, you are not paying. I have money, Steven. I can pay for myself."

He playfully glared at me. "Yes I fucking am, Kat. I am the man, and a gentlemen, and I like you, and want to impress you, and make you happy, so yes, I am paying for this breakfast, and there will be no other words about it!"