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"Okay but this pasta is so good," Arya said as she hummed contently.
Vincent nodded as he sipped his water, "You know I hate complimenting you because of your ego, but it is really good," he said, easily earning a teasing smirk from me.
Arya laughed to herself, sticking her fork in her pasta, "Seems you just boosted it," she joked, and before I could tease Vincent about it further, Noa walked into the dining room.
I took in the serious look that seemed to be glued to her face at all times as she walked toward the table.
"Finally—if you took any longer you wouldn't be having any pasta," Vincent joked as Noa sat down beside me, easily making my heart speed up in my chest.
I could feel Noa's eyes glance over to me, "You're not eating?" she asked as she grabbed one of the stacked bowls.
Knowing I had to emerge back into modeling soon enough, eating pasta definitely wasn't on the agenda.
"She's weird about what she eats—you know models," Vincent said, twirling his fork in his pasta.
I nodded as I ignored Noa's stare, knowing if we locked eyes—I'd visibly be blushing.
"I have to maintain my measurements," I told her, picking up my cup of water to help distract myself from her obvious stare.
Noa picked up the tongs from the pasta bowl, "So what are you eating?" she questioned, putting the pasta onto her plate.
I shrugged, not exactly worried about my next meal. The hunger doesn't even affect me anymore.
"I'll figure it out later," I said, knowing I'd probably have some fruit or something.
Noa hummed, "Or maybe you could have a cheat meal," she suggested.
A cheat meal?
What's that?
Arya nodded, "Yeah, I mean you did make it—one serving couldn't hurt."
Vincent raised his brows, "If Lundy eats this pasta, I think pigs would be flying," he joked, knowing I wouldn't touch it.
I laughed as I shook my head, looking around at everyone, "Yeah, I don't think—" but when I finally met Noa's stare, I easily cut myself short, freezing slightly at the stern look coating her face, "Maybe a little won't hurt," I suggested, grabbing one of the stacked bowls.
But Noa easily beat me to it—grabbing one for me before scooping the pasta into it.
Vincent stood from his chair, easily making my brows furrow, "Where are you going?"
He only shrugged, "To see if pigs are flying," he determined, earning a chuckle from me.
I swear he's so extra sometimes.
Arya laughed, "You're funny—" but when Vincent actually walked away toward one of the doors, Arya stood from her chair too, "Vince really?" she called behind him, still laughing to herself.
As the pair walked away for a moment, Noa handed me the bowl of warm pasta, easily earning a look of disapproval from me.
"That's too much," I determined.
Noa gave me a narrowed look, "It's half a serving," she said, setting the bowl down in front of me when I wouldn't take it.
I let out a long sigh, reluctantly grabbing the fork, "I don't see why it's that big of a deal," I said, forcefully sticking the fork into the pasta.
Gee, I can't wait to gain three more pounds from this meal alone.
"Because eating keeps you alive," Noa retorted as I slowly twirled the pasta around my fork.
I shrugged, "I was going to eat fruit—"
"Fruit is not a meal," Noa cut me short, shutting down the idea completely.
I remained silent, staring down at the pasta as I dragged out my motions—hoping that Arya and Vincent would be back and distract Noa away from the topic of my eating habits.
"Keep stalling and I'll force-feed you," Noa said, making me freeze completely.
I looked over at her with a sudden smirk, "I think I'd enjoy that," I said, hoping to create a moment of distraction. Sex will definitely do it.
Noa's face grew with amusement as she looked between my eyes carefully, "Nice try—" she motioned down to the bowl, "—But you're still eating."
I let out an annoyed sigh, rolling my eyes to myself as I turned back around to my bowl.
I genuinely just hate not getting my way.
"Do you think I won't drag you out of here?" Noa asked, her voice entirely tight as I felt her stare burn into the side of my face, "Drop the attitude."
I took a bite of the pasta, leaning into Noa as I said, "I'm sorry."
I didn't want to get an attitude with her, and I knew deep down Noa had a point.
My eating habits weren't healthy, but it's what it took to do my job.
Noa hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple, "It's... okay," she said, and it was clear she hadn't said such words before. "But you really need to keep better eating habits."
I nodded as I leaned away from her, sticking my fork back in my pasta that actually turned out to be really good.
"I will," I said, knowing I'd try to do better, but it wasn't something that happens overnight.
It felt like I had the habit instilled within me.
Noa nodded to herself, "Good, because the last thing I need is to be even more worried about you while I have to handle this war."
I smiled slightly, chewing my pasta before I said, "Aw you worry about me?"
Noa shook her head at me, "You know I do."
I nudged her playfully, "Aww, Noa boa worries about me," I teased her, easily earning an eye roll from Noa.
And before either of us could say anything else, Arya and Vincent came back into view.
"Were pigs flying?" I questioned as they got closer.
Vincent shook his head, "Surprisingly no."
Arya gave me a deadpanned look, sitting down with Vincent, "Which he determined after running around the backyard like a maniac," she said, earning a loose laugh from me as I continued to eat the delicious pasta.
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After finishing the meal that I surprisingly ended up enjoying—we cleaned up the dishes, setting them in the large sinks before Arya and Vincent broke off to head their own way with different flavors of ice cream loose in their hands.
"That pasta was really—" I cut myself short with giggles, leaning into the open fridge and away from Noa, who was tickling my sides. "Noa, I'm trying to get water!" I whined out, trying to push her away, but she only pulled me closer.
I let out a breathless hum when she pulled me back into her fully, closing the fridge as she slid her arms around my waist.
"Noa..." I trailed off, feeling my body grow warm by just her touch alone.
Noa placed a soft kiss on the crook of my neck, "Yes angel?" she questioned, easily sending shivers through me.
I leaned back into her further, resting the back of my head against her shoulder as I unconsciously gave her more access to my neck.
Noa deepened her kisses, sucking down on my tender skin as low moans vibrated in the back of my throat.
I let out a deep sigh, "Someone could walk in," I reminded us both, but Noa's fingers only trailed down my stomach.
"And I'll kill them for even looking at you," Noa murmured, easily earning a needy whimper from me.
I shook my head slightly, "We shouldn't—we're in the kitchen," I whispered breathlessly as Noa's hand inched further and further down.
A small gasp escaped my lips when Noa seamlessly flipped me around, allowing me to meet her dark eyes, "I'll have it sanitized," she determined, pushing me back into the counter.
But still, the idea of anyone walking in seemed to hold me back.
"Noa—"
"How do you want it?" Noa cut me short, and I swear I almost jumped into her arms right there. I hate how attractive she always had to be—it was like she could tempt me with just a simple glance.
I trailed my hands up her firm stomach, holding her stare as she gripped me in place.
At this point, the last thing on my mind was anyone else—or even where we were at.
I wanted her, and I wanted her right now.
I held her stare carefully, "I want you to bend me over this counter," I said, knowing it was the only thing on my mind since she had mentioned it earlier.
And before I had a chance to gauge her reaction—I was flipped around and bent over the cold counters as Noa impatiently tugged my skirt up.
Noa teasingly trailed her fingers back down toward my core—purposefully sliding my panties to the side in such a slow manner.
A low whimper fell from my lips when Noa finally began circling her fingers around my clit, using her foot to separate my own legs further apart.
Noa gripped my waist into place, sliding a finger into me as she said, "God, you look so good like this baby."
I couldn't help but moan, gripping the counter as she slid a second finger into me.
"Harder," I breathed out, wanting her to push me further.
Noa didn't hesitate to oblige, deepening her forceful strokes as she let go of my waist to grip my dark hair.
I let out a deeper moan as she tugged at my roots, pulling my head back as her strokes got even more forceful.
I genuinely hope the kitchen is soundproof.
As my legs began to shake and my pants turned into moans and whimpers, I knew I was right at my climax, especially with how hard Noa was now fucking me.
"Go on angel," Noa encouraged me as I began tightening around her fingers completely, feeling my entire body coat with a thick layer of heat.
And as I released onto her fingers, Noa gently let go of my hair, grabbing the back of my neck to caress my skin as my body fell into the orgasm.
Her sudden gentleness contrasted with how she was previously fucking me—easily comforting my limp body that relaxed into the cold counter completely.
Noa gently pulled my skirt back down, guiding us both out of the kitchen toward her room where I was entirely excited to go.
I knew we weren't done.
And as we walked to her room, I unconsciously felt my pace grow quicker, which easily earned amused chuckles from Noa.
I knew as soon as we were in her room, I'd practically pin her to the bed.
I swear I've never wanted someone so bad in my entire life.
"What are you doing?" Noa asked as I impatiently guided her back to the large bed.
I smirked, pushing her onto the soft mattress, "It's my turn now."