One Bedroom Apartment

He opened the door and took in a deep sigh as he stepped in, grinning as he locked up behind him. He propped his briefcase on the off white kitchen counter then wisped his coat on one of the hooks next to the front door. Leaping into the kitchen he grabbed himself a tart granny smith's from the fruit bowl. After tossing it in the air a couple of times; under the leg, over the head, catching it behind his back. He smiled his way to the fridge, impressed with himself, and snatched up a chilled bottle of juice. He'd save the bottle tricks for next time. Slipping his shoes off, nearly taking his socks as well, he sprung over the couch ans plopped himself into the soft cushions. Once he adjusted himself into a satisfying position he flicked on the television and enjoyed a ten minute episode along with twenty minutes worth of commercials.

With credits scrolling up the screen at the end of the show, he glided on his socks into the kitchen once more. This time he pulled out a variety of vegetables along with the chicken she had marinated the night before. Placing a couple of pots and pans on the stove eye, he turned the stereo to fill the space with some alternative tunes. He nodded his head and tapped his foot to the tempo as he diced up the ingredients, tossing the bell peppers to give the meat some color. Splashes of red, green, and yellow sizzled in the torrid stainless steel pan while he prepared the bread. Closing up the preheated oven, he spun around and was instantly grabbed around the neck and pulled down only to be net by the cool, soothing lips that had a taste he would have preferred over granny smith's any day.

Embracing the welcome, he wrapped his toned arms around the curved waist, inhaling the citrusy brown sugar aroma that had entered the room with her. Never seeming to get quite enough, he pulled her in closer, feeling her skin which was still cool from that autumn breeze. She as well was intoxicated by his presence. She stroked her fingertips through his fine, raven black strands down to his pastel neck. How deliciously divine was she could think as his peachy lips slithered from the corner of her mouth, down her sweet nutmeg tinted skin, tracing her collarbone. Chills were sent up her spine. Then, breaking the seductive silence, a giggle escaped her throat, snapping them out of their hazy indulgence. With one last quick, yet meaningful peck on her cheek he removes her coat and her bag, making her more at home.

Standing over the cuisine, she stirred the meal while the steam warmed her face. Once again his arms were crossed over her hips and his chin rested on her shoulder; not a single space between them as if the slightest separation were more than impossible to bear. She reached back in search of of his cheek. Somehow her palm still bore the chill from outside. He settled his on top of hers, intertwining their fingers in hopes of radiating so warmth on to her. Switching the stove eye off, she turned around and peered into his dark sapphires. He too seemed to be leering a little further than her soothing brown eyes.Gliding his hand up her jawline, he slid his thumb oh so gently across her lips and, with the simplest motion, nestled his lips upon hers.

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