the holiday- mileven

chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE: full english experience

it was sunday the 21st december and eleanor had just woken up to the sound of water flowing. reluctantly, she rubbed her eyes and looked around to see the other side of the bed was empty.

mike wasn't there, however the bathroom door was open a crack and she could see him in the shower with his back to her.

enjoying the view, el sat there for a moment taking in the sight of his toned physique. she allowed her eyes to land on his lanky frame, admiring his broad shoulders and his tall straight back, down to his round perky butt— which el giggled at the sight of.

after a minute or two, el smiled and threw off the covers, making her way into the bathroom to join him. mike was facing away from her so he jumped out of his skin when he heard the shower door close.

"jesus!"

el giggled. "nope, just me."

"well yeah i'd hope so otherwise this would be awkward." mike smiled and turned around to face her, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her rosy lips.

"how did you sleep?" he asked, pulling her closer to him so she was under the water too.

"the best i've slept in years." el sighed, closing her eyes and letting her face and head get wet.

"oh yeah? it was that good huh?" mike smirked, peppering small kisses on her neck.

el's eyes opened briefly in suprise at the sudden contact and one hand went up to the back of his neck and the other in his hair. "no one likes an ego" she breathed out.

"we'll see about that." mike teased, pulling her against him so their bodies were flush against each other.

el gasped but before she could react, his hands were everywhere and then his lips. eleanor sunk into his touch, a small smile tugging at her lips, small noises escaping her mouth every so often.

this was the best holiday ever.

/ / /

after a very long but enjoyable shower, the two lovebirds finally got dressed and made their way downstairs for breakfast. well, lunch as it was almost midday.

mike made them both poached eggs on toast and a cup of tea which el was grateful for, having worked up an appetite last night— and now this morning.

"so, what's the plan today?" el asked as she tucked into her food.

"well, i thought since you're not going to be here for christmas, i should show you at least a snippet of what an english christmas is like." mike grinned. "and it is sunday so i think we should have a roast."

"whats that?" el asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"it's basically this huge meal that british people eat at christmas or usually on a sunday— or sometimes any day of the week if you're weird. it consists of meat, lots of vegetables, potatoes and yorkshire puddings." mike explained, taking a sip of his tea.

"yorkshire pudding? is that the dessert?" el questioned innocently, she had never heard of it before.

"no actually, i thought that too at first." mike laughed. "its basically another savory part of the roast which is made with eggs, flour and milk or water. its the best part of the whole dinner in my opinion."