Finding You

Young Love

"Smells good." Brad kisses my head and hands me a plate.

We sit at the table and Chuck looks upset that we made that choice. I smile before turning back to my food.

"So, plans for the day?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"Nothing really. I think I want to go to the gym later but other than that, you know edit and film."

"Do you ever play games for fun? I know you say you do on some videos but i don't think I've heard you playing for fun." I take a bite of my toast and he half smiles.

"I do when I really like a game. Sometimes I like just going back and playing old games for the fun of it."

"Oh, okay. You do have fun then." He rolls his eyes at me and I laugh.

"I think you know just how much fun I like to have." He winks at me and I blush.

"Bradley." I whine and look away from him.

He bites into his toast and I take a bite of my eggs. They're not the best that I've made but pretty good none the less.

"What were you going to do?" He asks and I sigh.

"I need to clean a little and do laundry. Maybe answer some emails. Call my mom. The usual Sunday for me."

"Isn't Sunday suppose to be a day of rest?" He jokes.

"Maybe for some but I think I've done enough resting this weekend."

"So you actually work Sunday-Friday."

"Don't put it like that, Mr. YouTuber. You film and edit almost every day." I poke at him and he sighs.

"Okay fine, you win."

"Are you far enough ahead for the concert?" I ask.

"It's this weekend, right? I have a pretty good lineup since a new game just came out and I've been grinding it." He says and I nod.

"Don't forget we leave Thursday and not Friday." I remind him and he nods.

"I know. I've made plans on Friday for us, if that's still okay." I smile.

"Of course it is. We'll have the whole day for us and dinner with the band that night."

"Nice."

I finish eating and stand. I rinse my plate and put it in the dishwasher. I wash the sink and fill it with water and soap. I scrape the pans and set them into the water.

"Are you always going to do my dishes?" He asks with a nudge as he rinses his plate off.

"Probably. You're lucky I haven't cleaned your entire apartment yet." I smile as he sets the plate into the dishwasher.

"Please don't do that." He laughs and we begin our routine of washing the dishes. I wash and he rinses and sets them on the dish strainer.

"Do you have like countertop spray?" I ask and remember the stove got a little oil on it.

"I have all purpose spray. I like clean the house with it."

"That'll do then, where is it?"

"Stop cleaning my house before I make you stop." I bite my lip and finish the last dish, handing it to him shyly. He walks away as I drain the sink and I hurriedly clean it. I bend down to look under the sink for the cleaner and smile when I see it. Thankfully, I don't have to search far for the cleaning rags either.

I spray the counters and start wiping them down, lifting appliances and swiping under them. I'm excited as to how he'll make me stop. Maybe getting caught wouldn't be the worst thing ever. I can't imagine he'd actually do anything to hurt me because he's a huge softy. I've never been concerned that he would hurt me in any way.

"Natalie." I jump at Brad's voice and in that moment, ignoring him is best. If I don't wipe the counters, they'll be weird from the cleaner setting.

"I swear if I go into the kitchen and you're cleaning..." I have time to finish quickly and be done with it. He doesn't have to do anything rash. Or maybe he does. I should really know what he's going to do.

"Not cleaning, I promise." I lean against the counter with the rag behind me and he frowns as he looks around the kitchen.

"You're a liar." He says playfully. I smile as he walks to me, our lips meeting. He takes the rag from my hand and throws it into the sink. When he picks me up and sets me on the counter, I know that getting caught was a great choice.

"You've been a dirty girl." He brings my bottom lip into his mouth and I tug at his hair.

"Brad." I moan and pull him back to me. I open my mouth to him and wrap my legs around his waist.

"Will you take your punishment willingly?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I ask slowly.

"I mean that I'm going to do whatever I like to you because you didn't stop cleaning my kitchen."

"No butt stuff?" I ask and he laughs.

"Jesus Christ, Nat. No, I'm not going to do anything like that."

"I mean I'm down for most things but I draw the line at butt stuff." He laughs and kisses me, pulling me from the counter. I hold onto him tightly as he walks us down the hall.

"Please tell me that your not going to put me in the shower." Of course he is, why else would he have turned it on without getting in himself?

"Hey, at least it's not cold water." He says as he walks into the bathroom.

"I mean at least let me take my-" he pushes me alone under the stream of water and I bite my lip. He carefully sets me down and I frown.

"Right, okay. You're getting in with me." I smile and he shakes his head.

"Not my punishment." He shrugs with a smile.

"Then I guess I'll take care of business by myself then." I slide the door shut to the shower.

"You wouldn't." He says and I smile. I can still see his figure right where he was standing. I pull my tank top off and wring out the water before throwing it over and onto the floor.

"A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do." I say and slide my shorts off, doing the same as I did with my shirt.

"You'll be the death of me." Brad says and I smile as I watch him take his shirt off. I slide the door open and He pauses to look at me.

"Come here." He walks into the shower with his shorts still on and grabs me, kissing me feverishly.