One month later
Leah gets hungrier as she notices how close to finishing the fried eggs are. The sizzling and crackling of the frying pan nearly overpower the television show with Giada De Laurentiis explaining how she makes her homemade garlic bread. She tuned out the television as soon as she walked out of her bedroom. She decided today's going to be a good day, and avoiding her least favorite television network is, in her opinion, an excellent start. Deciding the eggs are ready to be devoured, she slides them both into a paper plate. "Chris?" she calls out, salting her breakfast lightly. "Hemsworth!"
"What, Price?" Chris calls from the bathroom. A loud squeak, and the sound of running water cuts off in an instant.
"Do you want breakfast?" She rips off a nice chunk of one of the eggs and tosses it in her mouth. She woke up so hungry, and she doesn't even know why. She just craved eggs too much, so that was the first thing she did after brushing her teeth in the kitchen sink. She would've done it in the bathroom, but Chris was taking too long in the shower, longer than her patience could hold out.
The bathroom door creaks open, the vent shuts off, and soft footsteps on carpet move toward the kitchen. "No, thank you," he replies. "I had a shit ton of cereal before you woke up. I'm good." The barely audible footsteps are now light slapping sounds as Chris enters the kitchen, his feet still wet. He approaches Leah from behind.
"Are you sure?" She can feel his eyes on her, watching everything she does. It doesn't bother her anymore. If anything, she finds it more of a comfort now. It's a strange day when Chris doesn't have his eyes on her in some way. "Because I can make you pancakes, or coffee, or bacon. Ooh. Bacon sounds good. I want some." She turns around and gazes into his blue eyes. She smiles weakly, lazily. The drowsiness has yet to leave her system. "Chris?"
"Mhm?" he replies, gazing back at her, admiring every detail of her face he looks at.
"You're naked."
"Mhm." He moves closer to her until they're hardly a centimeter apart. He smirks at her because, as always, he knows she's tempted to look. "Thank you for noticing."
"Why are you naked?"
"I just took a shower. You should've been there. I was lonely." He cups her face with both of his large, rough hands and leans down. He presses his lips hard against hers, starting up a war of pushing and tangling with Leah's tongue.
"And...you...mm." She breaks the kiss as soon as she can, but no other part of her body wants to move. She places her hands on the underside of his biceps, lightly tracing her index fingers along the dents and crevices of his muscles. "And you smell wonderful, by the way. Any other day, I will go along with this. Right now you need to go get dressed because Riley's coming over early. In about..." Leah leans to her right and squints her eyes at the cable box. "...eight-twenty-two...eight minutes. Awesome." She spins around to work on her meal.
Chris wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. He holds her body to his bare, damp one. "Can't we just cancel or something? Say you got sick all of a sudden or something. Or just tell her we're having sex. I'm sure she can wait a couple of hours." He grazes his teeth along the shell of her ear, something he knows drives her insane.
"No. We planned this over a week ago. Too late. Sorry." She scarfs her food down like no tomorrow.
"It's not too late. Accidents happen every day. Just let her know something happened, and we can spend the day our own way."
"Chris, get off of me and go get dressed, or I swear I will hold you in place and grind my hips on you repeatedly. It'll be a little tough to hide a hard-on with Sam, James, Riley and Dalton."
