"Any plans for today?" Jennie asked from behind the kitchen table as she ate away at her breakfast.
I've just woken up a little bit ago and decided to make my awakened state known to my roommate as I smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee and scrambled eggs coming from the kitchen, invading my room from the small gap between the bottom of the door and the threshold. Usually, I stayed in for a few more minutes but considering my tummy has been grumbling angrily, demanding I fill it with something other than the morning air coming in from the opened window, I couldn't.
Rosie hasn't slept over so for the first time in a week, I've woken up to an empty bed warmed up by only the streaks of sunlight coming in from the gaps in the shutters. I quickly realized I wasn't particularly fond of the feeling of waking up alone.
Before all this started, before I've fallen head over heels for Rosie, the idea of sleeping alone didn't pose a threat to my sleeping schedule nor the feeling of content I felt when I slipped under the sheets. Unfortunately for me, this seemed to change faster than I've expected (not that I did exactly see it coming) and suddenly, sleeping without another body pressed up against mine sounded quite offputting.
Perhaps that was the reason I didn't stay in the safety of fluffy pillows and white sheets for any longer after I've exited dreamland and entered the real world. There was nothing keeping me there. No head resting in the crook of my neck, no arm draped over my waist or clutching at the fabric of my shirt. There was no one I wanted to spend my time on, by staring at the mess of hair and entangled limbs.
Early bird wasn't exactly the word I'd use to describe how my mornings went, but I still woke up earlier than my roommate. But then again, that wasn't exactly an achievement. It worked for us, though. I wasn't annoying in the mornings, trying to pull Jennie away from her lover - the mattress she was practically writing poems for since she bought it. And since Jennie slept for even longer than I did, so she didn't try to wake me either.
But the world didn't seem to change only for me. Jennie became quite the early bird herself whenever Jisoo stayed over, and even when she didn't, she woke up early, as she probably couldn't wait to see the raven. I, on the other hand, started waking up later in the mornings. Well, I woke up at the same time but instead of spending just a couple more minutes in my bed, scrolling through social media, before getting up and making my way to the kitchen to get breakfast, I stayed in for even an hour or two, admiring the blonde girl in my arms.
Since there was no Rosie to wake up to this time, I, for the first time in a while, made my way out of the bedroom at an early hour. Jennie, as was usual since she started dating Jisoo, was already seated behind the dining table, sipping orange juice as she looked at her phone.
"Yup, I'm meeting with Rosie later, we're going shopping," I informed the brunette absentmindedly, as I took a hold of the green-colored spatula and scooped some eggs on top of my empty plate.
I was practically drooling the whole six feet I had to walk to get to the table, as I haven't taken my eyes off the food on top of my plate. It has been a while since I've woken up feeling this hungry, and I couldn't wait to dig a fork in and scoop some breakfast food inside my mouth.
"Shopping?" Jennie asked puzzle, as she looked up from her plate, not quite believing I'd willingly spend my day walking from one clothing store to another.
It wasn't that I hated shopping for clothes, it just wasn't on top of my to-do list. I was fine with it if I planned it beforehand, and I've completely submitted to the idea of spending my day changing into hundreds of clothes. If I got used to the idea, it was fun even. But that only happened rarely, so I couldn't blame Jennie for being a little skeptical.
"Not clothes," I clarified, "we're going grocery shopping," I told her, as I took a bite of the toast I took from the plate already placed on the table by Jennie.
"Why?" she asked curiously, looking from behind her glasses that have slid down the bridge of her nose slightly.
"We're cooking dinner together," I shrugged and slid the fork piled with the yellow substance of the eggs past my lips.
"Ooh, sounds fun, what are you guys going to cook?"
"I have no idea, Rosie said she had something in mind," I told her, my voice just as wondering as hers, "but she allowed me to pick what kind of dessert we would make," I informed the brunette triumphantly.
"I really hope she only leaves the choosing to you, because I don't feel like coming home to a burn out apartment,"
"Shut up, I'm not that bad of a cook," I crossed my arms in front of my chest, as I huffed in semi offense. On one side I knew she was kidding, but on the other, was she really?
"What kind of dessert did you pick?" she asked, ignoring my scowl all together.
"Brownies," I lit up instantly, just thinking about the fudgy chocolate perfection we planned on making along with whatever she chose to do as the main course, "and for saying that, I won't be saving you any," sticking my tongue out at the older, I returned my attention back to the food on my plate.
"That's fine with me, I don't want to risk food poisoning anyway," she dismissed and took another sip of her orange juice, absolutely oblivious to my gawking at her words.
"You know, you're really mean, Jen," I told her but instead of getting any sort of an apology or clarification she was indeed, only kidding, all I got was a smirk as she looked at me from behind the glass filled with the fruity liquid.
So without a word, she finished her orange juice and stood up from her seat, walking over to the kitchen sink, where she washed the used dishes and placed them on the rack to dry. And I just continued looking at her, patiently waiting for any sort of an explanation, but it seemed to be pointless, as she paid me no attention.
Deciding not to focus on her words anymore, not wanting to give her the satisfaction, I turned my attention back to my food and stuffed my pouty lips. Even though I didn't want to let on I was waiting for a word from her, I still kept a pout on my lips along with the furrowing of my brows.
Just as I thought she would really not say anything, as she turned around and started walking away from the kitchen, she stopped at where I was sitting and I heard her chuckle, as she saw my slumped shoulders, "Kidding boo," and with that, she ruffled my already disheveled bed hair, "you know you love me,"
"Yeah yeah, whatever," I huffed but straightened my back again, turning around in the chair to look at her, "What will you be doing today?"
"Don't worry, I won't be around to third wheel during your cooking, slash make-out session," she rolled her eyes in good nature, making me blush furiously because I knew she probably wasn't completely off.
It wasn't my fault, though. Rosie was absolutely stunning after all, and finally, she was mine too. Was I supposed to keep my hands off of her? And if so, how exactly was I supposed to do that when she looked like a whole Victoria secret model? I mean c'mon, I shouldn't have been assigned impossible tasks.
"We won't be making out Jen," I defended and thanked whatever forces above for not stuttering along the way. Because just saying the words "make-out session" made memories of doing just that flash in my mind, and I couldn't help but think of how delicious her lips were, how her tongue brushed against mine, and so on.
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say," she echoed the words I've spoken just moments before, causing me to grunt.
"So what will you be doing today?" I asked, ignoring her previous words, at least verbally because I couldn't get my expression to change from annoyed one, from being exposed.
"I'm meeting up with Chu in a few," she told me offhandedly like it was no big deal, but I could see the excitement she was trying so hard to conceal. Just as I could see the slight blush adorning her plump cheeks, "we're going to the beach since it's so nice outside and then I don't know, I think we'll crash at her place tonight, so feel free to have Chaeyoung over,"
"Yeah don't worry about that, I don't want my girlfriend to be scarred for life by witnessing you two getting it on,"
"I'm neither confirming nor denying that that's how the night might end like," she gave me a cheeky grin before retreating down the hallway, headed for her room to get ready for the date with her girlfriend.
Just before she disappeared out of sight though, she stopped in her tracks and looked past her shoulder. I was expecting to be met with another cheeky grin or a teasing smirk, but instead, a genuine, loving smile was planted on her face, stretching her lips and putting her gummy teeth on display, "I'm really happy for you, Lis. I know I said it before, but I really am. I missed seeing you this happy for so long. I'm glad you finally have someone who makes your days brighter."
I was about to open my mouth to thank her, as I was once again touched by her kind words that still made it feel surreal that I had a friend like her in my life. But before I got the chance to say anything, her lips stretched into that annoying smirk she wore whenever she was about to say something to mock me, "Even though it took you literally almost two months to ask her to be your girlfriend,"
"Ugh," I groaned, "there wasn't the right time for it before. I told you this,"
"Or you were just too big of a coward to ask," she retorted, and even though her hand was already grasping the doorknob, as she was about to enter her room, I still shouted after her before the door closed behind her.
"I was not!" I rolled my eyes for good measure, even though she could no longer see me, before quietly grumbling under my breath, "...it just wasn't the right time,"
And it was true. It really wasn't the right time to ask before. Because Rosie was special, unique, and she only deserved the best.
...
It was around three in the afternoon, when I found myself in front of Rosie's doorstep, one hand in the pocket of my denim Bermuda shorts and the other raised up in a fist, as I tentatively knocked on the softwood. Once the sound of knocking reverberated through the suspiciously quiet hallway, I stuffed my other hand in the pocket of my shorts as well.
The door soon swung open, as if she was waiting for the knock to echo on its other side, and I was met with my favorite smile in the entire world. However, before I got the chance to say anything, her hands grasped on the collar of my leather jacket and she pulled me forward.
Truth be told, I was caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events. I've expected a greeting with the same smile still present on her lips and me leaning forward, placing a chaste kiss on the lips I've been daydreaming of since the moment I've woken up in the morning. But I certainly wasn't complaining when a beautiful girl, my girl at that, pulled me towards her body by the collar of my jacket, which alone was pretty hot if you were to ask me. That, or incredibly sweet seeing how much she missed me. Probably a mix of both.
So when I stumbled forward into the apartment, as she pulled me to her, no sound of objection left my mouth. Instead, a hum of surprise that got replaced by gratification the second I realized what was happening, filled the shrinking space between us.
As soon as my body collided with her awaiting one, her lips landed on mine and my hands shot up to her waist, in an attempt to steady myself and not to send us both tumbling down. I mean, I sure as hell didn't want this kiss to be short-lived because we'd fall down to the ground. I wanted to relish in the feeling of being greeted by a kiss like this by my girlfriend as long as she'd let me.
Her lips parted and enveloped mine, placing open-mouthed kisses all over my own that reciprocated her vigor with the same intensity. And I could've sworn that the world started spinning when she grabbed onto my hair and pulled my head further towards her.
Naturally, I closed my eyes the second I felt her luscious lips land on mine, that were already craving the contact from the second I saw them in their typical pink fashion, stretched in a smile upon seeing me. I was pretty sure this could've been considered an addiction. All our kisses were on replay in my mind whenever I couldn't feel the real thing and the first thing I saw them in front of my eyes, all I wanted was to close the distance and have a taste of them to assure myself I remembered their sweetness.
It couldn't be helped when my lips drew out a smile upon the contact, as she greedily devoured my lips. I loved every minute of it, and even though I didn't expect this to be the first thing that would happen the second I'd see her, I certainly didn't mind. Quite the opposite.
And so, my hands that were placed on her waist moved down to her hips and squeezed before pulling her closer, successfully flushing our bodies together, her front completely pressed against my own. This seemed to startle her for a change, as she gasped into my mouth, but I swallowed it, not giving her a chance to pull away from the kiss I was, by all means, enjoying.
How could I not when I finally got to taste their sweetness, as they lingered a taste of cherries from the lip gloss she must've applied. And though I seemed to surprise her with my bold action, she didn't seem to mind, as one of her hands untangled from my hair and slipped down to my neck, cupping the right side and brushing her thumb over the sensitive skin lightly.
When the need to breathe became inevitable, we pulled away, foreheads resting against each other, as we panted heavily, struggling to suck in oxygen into our deprived lungs. It's like we forgot we actually needed to breathe when we were too caught up in each other. Because at the moment when her lips touched mine, nothing else seemed to matter. She was my water, my food, my oxygen, keeping me alive.
All that was left of our kiss was a pair of heaving chests, rising and falling rapidly against each other and quickened heartbeats, trying to find a steady rhythm, as they beat against each other, for one another.
The thing was, it didn't take her touches, her kisses, none of that to get my heart racing. All it took was the feeling of anticipation of seeing her. That alone made my heart pick up its pace. As well as a mere memory of her. Or a photo on my phone. It beat even quicker when I got to actually see her though, be in her presence, inhale her scent, as I nuzzled her neck. And even then, I felt like I was on the verge of getting a heart attack. So you could imagine how fast it actually was when her skin touched mine when she kissed me. It was an otherworldly experience, and her lips were my wonderland.
"Hi," she grinned, as she mumbled quietly, only for my ears to hear.
I thought I'd melt into a puddle of goo then and there, as I opened my eyes and was met with her enlarged pupils, staring right into mine, that I assumed were equally dilated. Her cheeks that were flushed, a bright red tint adorning the softness of her chubby cheeks begging to be kissed and pinched. And her lips, that were swollen from just how hungrily I must've kissed them before. All that, and the endearing innocent smile she wore. So at that moment, I couldn't help but think that she was truly perfect, and I wouldn't want to waste my time on loving anyone else.
"Hey," I whispered, "that was some greeting," I chuckled, my breath hitting her lips, as they were still so torturously close, making me want to dip my head and capture them again. Her lips, her kisses, they truly were like a drug. It hasn't even been a minute that I haven't had them on mine, and I've already craved it like the sweetest piece of chocolate.
"Did you like it?" she asked unsurely, and I had to stop myself from laughing.
"Are you kidding? I loved it. You can greet me this way anytime, no complaints on my end," I gave her a small wink to prove my point and kissed the tip of her nose before pulling away. I knew I had to because if I stayed in such close proximity of her lips for any longer, we wouldn't be going anywhere that soon.
"I'll remember that. But it might happen more often than not, I miss you when you're not with me," she admitted shyly, making my heart flutter at the adorable sight of my girlfriend looking to the ground, trying to hide her reddened cheeks, but failing miserably, as they were practically glowing in the dim light.
"I missed you too, baby," I reciprocated and slid my hand into hers, our fingers entwining, like second nature, "Ready to go?"
"Yup," she said and turned around slightly to close the door behind her.
It was only then that I noticed what she was wearing. A pair of white Nike airforce ones on her feet, black short shorts, and a lilac sweatshirt covering her upper body tucked neatly into the front of her shorts, "Is that my sweatshirt?"
"Huh?" she hummed in question, as she turned back around after locking the door behind her, and looked down at her appearance, "It might," she smirked and led me by the hand down the hallway without another word. And I was left trailing after her, grinning like a fool because Rosie was wearing my sweatshirt.
...
"Are you going to tell me what we're doing already?" I whined as I took one of the shopping carts from the line, disconnecting it from the rest, and following Rosie who started walking in front of me.
"Nope, try figuring it out while we shop," she winked, as she turned her head to look at me past her shoulder and I groaned because it looked so damn attractive. This wasn't the time to appreciate how attractive she was though, I was supposed to be an ass about her not telling me what we were making, but here I was, staring at her back as she walked in front of me, shaking my head in disbelief of just how wrapped around her finger she had me. I was such a simp.
And eventually, my eyes dropped lower and as soon as I realized I was no longer staring at her back but an entirely different place, I snapped my head back up only to meet the eyes of my girlfriend with her brows raised and a smirk plastered on her face.
Heat started rising to my cheeks, I quickly averted my eyes elsewhere in embarrassment. I was no pervert, but it was slightly impossible not to take a peek when she looked the way she did. I mean, she was fucking perfect and curvy and just so damn attractive. And even if I did take a peek subconsciously, it was like my gaze was glued to it for a moment, as I didn't even realize I was staring, though I was fully aware I was, if that made sense.
I didn't want Rosie to get the wrong idea, although there was no other way she could assess the situation and my staring, so instead of continuing to blush madly, I spoke up, hoping I wouldn't stutter as the image of her backside was still fresh in my mind, "S-so where to?"
Fuck, I cursed as my voice stammered and I felt my cheeks grow even hotter at her knowing smirk.
"First, we have to get some vegetables," she stated, as she pointed forward.
"I don't like veggies," I said with a pout, making the elder roll her eyes.
"Don't be a baby Lisa, you'll like it, trust me,"
"I'm your baby though," I retorted with a pout still present on my lips and watched her cheeks redden.
Shaking her head, she started walking down the aisle and I sped up my pace, catching up to her until we were walking side by side, with me pushing the shopping cart. As I looked around I've noticed there weren't many people in the store. That or I couldn't see many since the shop was quite large since it sold more than just groceries.
We were in Target, a huge store that sold many things, and it was practically a maze made out of red walls. Whatever you needed, the chance you'd find it somewhere among the hundreds of aisles, was pretty high. They sold practically anything you could think of, ranging from food to clothes, office supplies, toys and so much more.
A mischievous smirk made its way upon my lips, as I've thought of an idea to spice the shopping up a notch. And knowing Rosie, I knew she wouldn't be opposed. I was just about to suggest it, but we reached the part where they sold fruits and vegetables before I got the chance to.
"We need some broccoli, green beans, garlic, and ginger," she listed, and I scrunched my face up upon her words. I wasn't the biggest fan of vegetables, I preferred fruits for their sweet taste rather than vegetables for their bitter one, but Rosie seemed to have planned what we were to cook and who was I to interfere when she looked so excited about it. Besides, I knew I could trust her, even though she could eat literally anything and say it was delicious.
So instead of expressing my disapproval, I smiled and nodded, hoping my smile was at least half as genuine as I hoped. But this was Rosie, of course, she'd see right through me as she groaned playfully and tugged on the front of the shopping cart, "Trust me,"
First, we got to the crates filled with broccoli and so Rosie crouched down, inspecting each one she picked up before she found the one she approved of and placed it inside the shopping cart. Then we moved a bit further where she picked up some green beans and piled them up inside a transparent plastic bag she ripped off from the roll.
We walked around for just a minute or so, picking up some ginger and garlic before we left the part where they sold all those healthy things I wasn't that big of a fan of, and as I looked around, I smiled mischievously once again when I saw the semi-empty aisles before us.
"Rosie?" I called for the blonde girl's attention.
"Yeah?"
"Get in,"
"What?"
"Get inside," I pointed my finger at the almost empty shopping cart with a playful smile.
"I'm not getting inside," to my surprise, she protested, "there are people around. I don't want to get into trouble,"
"Oh, come on, it will be fun, I promise. It's your turn to trust me this time," I winked.
She looked hesitant, but I could tell she was contemplating my offer and so I added, "Please," with my best puppy eyes.
That seemed to do the trick, as she huffed and murmured a "fine" under her breath. She might have been all reluctant now, but I knew she'd enjoy it just as much as I would, if not more. Grinning in victory, I let go of the handle and walked closer to her.
Rolling her eyes was a habit I noticed she developed around me, even though it was obvious that it was all in good nature, as she did it again as she saw the mischievous glint in my eyes. She was still reluctant to move though, and so I took her hands in mine and placed them on my shoulders before letting go and placing my hands on her waist, "Ready?" I smirked.
I didn't give her the time to answer, as I lifted her up from the ground with ease, with Rosie yelping in surprise. Turning us towards the direction of the cart, she swung her legs over the side and slowly let go of my shoulders to which she was clutching more than I initially realized, as I felt the need to roll them suddenly.
As soon as her feet were firmly planted on the bottom of the cart and she started lowering herself down, I slowly let go of her waist and the cart moved to the side slightly, making Rosie snap her head towards me with a distressed look in her eyes. All I did was chuckle though, which didn't sit that well with her, as I noticed the glare she rewarded me with.
Though it was a glare she surely intended to be deadly, it was nothing short of adorable and I leaned down, placing the smallest kiss to the tip of her nose. Grabbing the handle of the shopping cart, I didn't even ask if she was ready and settled for startling her instead, as I started speed walking before breaking into a run down the aisle.
"Lisa!" she shrieked as the cart jerked forward, but that didn't stop me from gliding through the aisles.
"What do we need next?" I asked instead, as I hopped on the end of the platform under the basket of the cart, letting the cart take control as we rolled down the aisle.
"Soy sauce!"
"Are we making some weird vegetable sushi?" I questioned.
"No!"
"Stop freaking out, enjoy it!" I told her as I hopped down to steer us to the left, jerking the shopping cart once more at the sharp turn. I started feeling like Vin Diesel in one of those Fast and Furious movies, with the way we zoomed across the floor, passing several shelves left and right in a blur.
Laughter soon replaced Rosie's shrieks and grunts of disapproval, as we passed a few people that stared us down judgingly and their gazes haven't left us until we turned a corner.
"I think we're close!" I yelled through my own laughter, as I dropped one foot to the ground and pushed off not so gently, making the wheels rattle at the speed we were gliding across the floor.
"We're literally in the toys section!"
That only made me laugh louder, as we rolled down the aisle by aisle, the cold air from the air conditioning hitting my face, "We're getting there!"
Slowing down a bit, I took a glance at all the displayed toys and thought how different the times were now. When I was a kid, there weren't nearly as many toys to pick from than there were now. The toys ranged from guns to cars, to legos, to dolls, I mean, there were so many toys that literally any kid could pick something they loved.
We've come to the section where they sold mostly toys boys preferred, even though girls played with them too (I mean who wouldn't want a cool car), and I looked at the arsenal of Nerf guns placed on the shelves. There were tons of boxes with boys playing with the guns on the cover, but my attention was already glued to something else.
Stepping down from the cart, making Rosie furrow her brows in question, I leaned down as I reached the shelves and picked up a gun that wasn't in a box but was rather attached to a piece of cardboard. Turning it over in my hands, I smiled mischievously under my nose and turned around to face Rosie, who was sat in the basket of the cart.
Her eyes widened as she noticed the malicious grin on my face, "Don't," she warned with her index finger up, as if she was scolding me beforehand.
Ignoring her threat, I grabbed onto the slide, pushing it back and successfully loading the yellow plastic toy. Once the clicking sound was heard, I raised the gun up and pointed it at the cart, "Don't you dare," she threatened.
I knew there were no bullets inside though and so without a word, with a grin still present, I pressed the trigger. You see, I really did think the barrel was empty, and that there was no way a foam bullet would actually be ready to be fired. And so I was surprised when I pressed the trigger and a foam bullet shot out from the muzzle.
My aim was trained on the basket, but unfortunately for Rosie, my aim seemed to be pretty crappy this time, even though at the shooting games it's always been pretty sharp. And so instead of hitting the red basket of the cart, I hit Rosie into the forearm.
Looking down at her arm with a gasp before lifting her head up to meet my eyes, was incredibly amusing and quite funny, with the facial expression she wore, and I had to bite down on my tongue not to laugh.
"Oh, no you didn't," she grabbed onto the sides of the cart to lift herself up, but I panicked, so before she had the chance to, I pushed the cart forward, sending her further away, "Lisa!"
"Sorry!" I yelled as I tried to control my breathing as I laughed.
Unfortunately for me though, the cart stopped sooner than I anticipated and she ended up next to another gun that was just strapped to a piece of cardboard, "You're so dead," she told me calmly, as she jumped out of the cart like some kind of a pro athlete, and grabbed one of the guns from the shelve.
With a scream, I threw the gun on some plush animals on one of the shelves and made a run for it, as Rosie ran right after me, with her gun fully loaded. The floor was slippery though, and I seemed to lose my footing, making me almost fall, but I caught my balance and straightened up. It was like for a moment I forgot I was chased by my vengeful girlfriend.
So when I turned my head around to see how far was she, I found her just a few feet behind me, her gun already pointed at me. With a heavy gulp, I lifted my arms up in surrender, making Rosie's cold expression shift into an evil smile, "Got you," and with that, she pressed the trigger.
I expected a foam bullet to hit my chest, as I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side in fear, but no impact came and I tentatively opened one of my eyes, still cautious of what might come. Instead of seeing Rosie's evil grin or a gun pointed to my chest, I saw the blonde girl with her brows furrowed, turning the gun over in her hands in confusion.
Erupting in laughter, I walked towards her, and at the sound of my chortling and approaching footsteps; she looked up with an annoyed pout, clearly not happy with her gun not firing and therefore not getting back at me.
"C'mon, don't be mad," I poked her puffed-up cheek, as she filled them up with air, making them even bigger than they usually were.
Slapping my hand away and crossing her hands in front of her chest, she continued pouting, and I looked around my surroundings to find something with what I could make her smile again, no matter how ridiculous the whole situation was.
As I ran away from her, I found myself in the part with toys mainly for girls, so all I could see was pink, pink and more pink. And occasionally there was a little blue and red here and there. So when I saw something that wasn't hot or pastel pink, it stood out from the rest, getting my attention immediately.
Walking over to the shelf, I felt Rosie's eyes on me and smiled to myself as I picked up a blue Elsa dress. Lifting it up to my neck, I made a dramatic turn, facing Rosie again. That alone made the corners of her lips twitch, but her face remained stoic, aside from the pout.
"Let it go, let it go!" I sang in a high-pitched voice, as I twirled around, "Can't hold it back anymore!" I finished because I started laughing and couldn't continue singing any longer, and extended my right hand forward, leaning back.
And just how I had to stop singing my lungs out, demonstrating my singing skill to Rosie and the empty aisle, because I started laughing. So did she. The pout long gone from her lips, as she wore a bright smile in its stead.
Sadly, soon I heard the rattling of wheels as an elderly woman passed the toy aisle we were in, her eyes trained on me in a disapproving look, as she shook her head. The fact that Elsa's dress was still proudly stretched in front of my chest also didn't seem to make her the happiest, and my cheeks reddened in embarrassment, as I realized she must have heard me.
In contrast to me ducking my head shyly, Rosie's laugh sounded even louder. And I found to be okay with that. Because no matter what I did, seeing her smile and hearing her laugh was the best reward I could get, even if it was singing at a public place and being caught red-handed. For her smile, it would always be worth it.
"Let's finish the shopping, dork," she told me once she stopped laughing, and we made our way back to the aisle where we left the shopping cart.
To my surprise, as soon as I took ahold of the handle, Rosie perched herself up and swung her feet inside of the basket, settling down in her previous spot in the shopping cart. With a shake of my head and an amused smile on my lips, I pushed off the ground, sending the cart forward as we glided along the floor to wherever the next thing on our shopping list was.
...
Once we left the store, I loaded the groceries into the trunk and drove us home. I figured out we were making salmon, which coincidentally happened to be one of my favorite foods if prepared correctly, and I figured Jennie must've had her fingers in it and told her. Or it was just a lucky guess.
Along the way though, it was proved that Jennie did indeed give Rosie a tip, as the younger must've asked because after me trying to pry for more information, she gave up trying to hide it from me and told me what kind of salmon was on the menu for the night. A honey-soy glazed one, which was my absolute favorite, and it made me swoon at how attentive Rosie was. Going out of her way to ask my roommate what kind of dish I'd like most.
Even as she admitted that she asked the brunette, she blushed in embarrassment, as if that was something to be embarrassed about. Still, I found it absolutely endearing as she fiddled with her fingers, her gaze trained to her lap and so on the first red stop, I leaned over the console, placing a soft kiss to her cheek and murmuring a "thank you, baby" against the soft skin.
When we entered the empty apartment that I and Jennie shared, I walked over to the round table and set the grocery bag down. Our hands brushed a few times as we both fished out items from the bag, and even though it wasn't something we acknowledged, I could see her sweet smile each time. Because every time my hand touched hers, I felt shudders run through me and I couldn't help but look over at the woman I had the privilege to call mine.
After everything was unpacked, I looked at Rosie expectantly, waiting for her to assign me with a task. Jennie has surely told her how 'bad' I was in the kitchen because I wasn't allowed anywhere near the stove, unless it was to check if everything was going smoothly.
I minced the garlic and ginger, making the marinade for the fish, while Rosie worked on the rice and steamed vegetables. Once I finished the marinade, we put the salmon in and popped it into the fridge for a good thirty minutes before taking it out.
Expertly, Rosie put both pieces of the fish on the pan on which she heated some oil beforehand and cooked the salmon, flipping it over after a few minutes that certainly felt like hours. With the heavenly scent of the food being prepared filled not only the entirety of the kitchen, but the whole apartment and the time seemed to be interminable, as the fish sizzled on the pan.
By the time she took the cooked fish out of the pan, there was practically a puddle of drool under us, as I stood right next to her, my eyes focused on the food in the pan, and my arm leisurely thrown around Rosie's waist, keeping her close. So when she picked the meat up with a spatula and placed them on two empty plates sitting idly next to the stove, I leaped forward, hands outstretched to take the delicious masterpieces to the table so we could eat.
While I brought the cooked rice, veggies and salmon to the table, Rosie heated up the rest of the marinate sauce, since she said only half of what I made would be used to marinate the meat, and brought it over to the table where I was already waiting in anticipation. Drizzling some sauce on top of the fish, we dug in and both of us practically moaned throughout the dinner as the food was just too delicious, you couldn't conceal the sounds of pleasure as the food made contact with your taste buds.
We made no move to bake the brownies straight away after dinner. Rather than doing so, I told Rosie to lie down on the couch while I'd take care of the dishes and that I'd be joining her, once the kitchenware was clean.
Our tummies were stuffed as we laid back on the yellow couch, limbs entangled, as we watched another episode of The End of the Fucking World together, laughing every so often. Well, we only watched after Rosie silenced me after the nth time because my mouth just couldn't keep going at it, complimenting Rosie's cooking endlessly. It wasn't like I was just trying to be polite and flatter her, but it felt wrong not to tell her at least ten times after I nearly got an orgasm after the first bite. I had to admit, I've never had a better glazed salmon before, than the one she cooked.
Either she was incredibly gifted when it came to cooking, or it was just the love with which she prepared the meal that just made it that much better. Or maybe it was both because I knew with absolute certainty that she cooked with nothing short of love, by the loving glances I caught her stealing when I was stealing my own.
Everything was perfect. The food, nothing short of heavenly, the weight of her body on mine as her legs and arms were thrown over my body, as she clung to me like a koala bear. And of course, I loved every second of it, as I had my arms around her, bringing her even closer, as if she hasn't done that herself with the way she was positioned.
And as much as I loved the show playing on the screen of the television, I had a hard time focusing on anything other than the beautiful girl tucked under my chin. I really tried to pay attention to Alyssa and James, as they continued on doing some fucked up stuff, and I think I did a pretty good job even with hard conditions.
But it would be beyond my power not to look at her for longer than looking at the screen. It would be beyond my power, not to lean down and kiss the crown of her head and burying my face in the silky sun-kissed hair of the girl I loved.
After about an hour, she looked up at me, meeting my eyes, and I knew straight away what she meant, and so I nodded my head excitedly. With a beaming smile, Rosie's body untangled itself from me, releasing me from her hold, inviting the cold air to hug me instead, which I definitely didn't appreciate. But we couldn't bake while cuddling, so certain sacrifices had to be made.
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec," I told her, as I kissed her cheek and walked inside the bathroom.
Once I was done and back in the kitchen, I saw Rosie standing in front of the stove, mixing something inside a pot with a wooden spatula which I assumed to be chocolate she must've been melting for the brownies. Within a few seconds, and a few steps, I was standing behind her, grinning ear to ear as I wrapped my hands around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder as I looked down, watching her stir the dissolving chocolate bars.
I saw her small smile out of the corner of my eye and smiled to myself as I peppered the left side of her neck with gentle kisses. Starting from the base of her neck and making my way up to her jaw and cheek. And when I've covered every inch of her skin available, I gently cupped her jaw, turning her head to the side, and softly kissing her lips. As my lashes fluttered close, I felt hers do so as well, as they tickled the top of my cheeks gently.
"What was that for?" she asked, her voice dreamy and gaze dazed.
"Because I love you," I told her simply and watched her cheeks redden, as she averted her gaze back down to the pot with a soft murmur of "so cheesy", making me grin and place another quick kiss to her cheek.
"I'll get started on the dough," I said and reluctantly unwrapped my arms from around her waist where they've been comfortably resting.
Melting a few tablespoons of butter, I mixed in some sugar until the mixture was nice and creamy before adding some eggs and vanilla extract and mixing it some more until the mixture became fluffy. Just as I finished mixing the wet ingredients, Rosie came over with the pot of melted chocolate and stood next to me.
I moved to the side and watched Rosie pour the melted chocolate into the mixture as it came down, lapping over itself in layers. Once all the chocolate was scooped into the bowl in front of me, she put the pot down on a wooden board, as to not damage the counter, and I whisked it all together. The individual smells combined and I could already smell the chocolate filling the air. It was like when you bake gingerbread for Christmas and the whole place smells like it, you just get excited and have this homey kind of a feeling. That's what this felt like, just with brownies, and I felt warmth spread through me.
Opening the flour package, Rosie took one of the measuring cups in her hands and once the package was fully open, she scooped some flour into it, measuring it carefully so the cup would filled to the brim perfectly. Shaking it from one side to the other as to get rid of the flour mountain that was created, she dumped it into the bowl with the wet ingredients once the measurement was perfect.
Though the flour was already in, and I waited patiently to scoop out some cocoa powder from the packaging, she made no move to do so, leaving me slightly confused. Looking at her face, I saw a glint of maliciousness in her eyes and I wondered what was going on in that head of hers. But I only came up with one reason why she'd suddenly look so interested in the bowl in front of her.
Tilting my head to the side, I smiled lopsidedly, "We're not going to do something cliché like put flour all over each other's faces-"
I didn't even have time to finish my sentence, as Rosie's finger dipped into the bowl, scooping white flour on her finger and booping my nose with it, leaving a trail of flour on its tip before I got a chance to react. Some flour didn't seem to stick as I watched it fall down onto my shirt, before looking back up to meet the eyes of the culprit who was holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence her laughs.
"You did not just do that," I said in a playful voice with a threatening undertone, as I took a small step closer. Unfortunately for Rosie, I was not one to back down from a challenge and I wasn't about to let her win this one.
Rosie seemed to see right through me because before I even got the chance to dip my fingers in the flour, she was already running away and so instead of dipping my fingers in; I scooped some of it between my palms. As expected, she 'hid' behind the other side of the rounded table, as I reached the opposite one, grinning and puffing, as she laughed and ran at the same time.
Making a move to the left, Rosie did the same thing on the opposite side of the table and no matter how fast I was, I didn't seem to be able to reach her. And so after a few seconds of contemplation, seeing as I couldn't have more as the four started seeping through my palms, falling onto the ground like snow in winter, leaving a white trail behind whenever I moved, I came up with a plan.
Jerking to the left quickly to confuse the older girl, as expected she started running to the left, in her laughter and frenzy failing to notice I started running towards the right, making our bodies inevitably meet unless she quickly noticed. She only came to realize that I tricked her when it was too late and I was grinning in front of her evilly as she bumped into my chest, stumbling back a bit.
Her eyes widened and her smile stretched as she attempted to scream through the still present laughter, only to close it quickly, knowing full well what was coming next. And before she got the chance to escape again, I dumped the handful of flour on top of her, covering her in the white powder and the ground all around us.
Gasping loudly, it was my turn to run for it, as I spun on my heel and ran back over to the kitchen counter with loud laughter following after me, coming from both the blonde girl and me, to shield the bowl of flour (and the other ingredients) away from her. What I didn't think of, though, was the pot with the melted chocolate stuck to the side which Rosie couldn't pour into the bowl.
As I reached the counter, I leaned my back against it and blindly moved the bowl behind my back, so it would be out of Rosie's reach and smirked victoriously when she leaned her body against mine, desperately trying to reach for the bowl but failing. She pulled away slightly with a frown and just when I thought I won, her eyes lit up and her frown was replaced with a wicked smile.
Quickly reaching for the pot in which she melted the chocolate, she scooped it on her index finger before turning back to me. I seemed to be slower today because I only turned to run once her hand was close to my face and got chocolate smeared all the way from the center of my cheek, to the left corner of my lip.
Groaning, I lifted my hand up to wipe away the thick brown liquid but apparently failing, as Rosie only laughed louder, "Get it off," I whined.
"Gladly," she smirked and inched closer, making me back up against the counter, and hitting my back against it.
Her face was only inches away from mine, and I gulped audibly as her eyes met mine. Cupping my jaw, she turned my head to the right slightly and got closer to my cheek and I felt her breath on my skin and her front touching my side, from the close proximity we suddenly found ourselves in.
Darting her tongue out, I felt her lick at the chocolate spread on my cheek excruciatingly slow, as she made sure to not leave the slightest bit behind. All playfulness that was previously hanging in the air was gone, as palpable tension replaced it, and my hands gripped the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white as she inched closer to my lips. My heart was hammering in my chest with each kitten lick across the flesh of my cheek that I was sure she could hear it.
And just when I was about to turn my head to the side to end the sweet torture she was putting me through, she pulled away, "There, all gone," she whispered.
Without a second thought, I reached for the pot, scooping a generous amount on my finger before bringing it up to my lips and smudging it across the bottom one. Getting the hint, she smiled widely and dipped her head down to capture my bottom lip between hers, as she sucked and nibbled on it. And I thought I would explode any second.
Sucking the chocolate off my lips was even more torturous, as licking it from my cheek, and my hands started to hurt from the extortion, as I held a death grip on the counter. I couldn't take it anymore, her blunt teasing, as she refused to give me permission when I tried to kiss her back.
Momentarily, my hands left the counter, in which I might as well created a dent from how strong my grip on it was, and moved them to her hips. Groaning audibly, as she bit down on the sensitive flesh, I squeezed her hips and spun us around, backing her up against the counter and trapping her with my body.
Gasping into my mouth, I took this opportunity to enclose her upper lip and darting my tongue into her mouth hungrily, exploring every inch and tasting chocolate, as I brushed it against the inside of her mouth. Her hands moved to my head instantly, her fingers tangling in my hair, as she pulled on it, eliciting another groan from my mouth, that she swallowed, as she tilted her head to the side, craving to get closer.
Wandering hands moved from her hips to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, as I couldn't hold myself back any longer, eliciting a moan from the older girl. If I wasn't so caught up in the heat of the moment, I might have taken a moment to think what I did, since I've never been so blunt with my touches before, but right now, I couldn't care less. Especially when Rosie was whimpering under my strong hands.
I pressed my body into hers completely, leaving no space between us, as one of my legs was between her thighs. I didn't even realize our position until I heard moan a little louder and felt her grind against my thigh. And even though this was the closest we've ever been, it felt like it wasn't close enough. So without a warning, my hands slid from her ass to the back of her thighs, and I lifted her off the ground, placing her on the top of the counter, not once breaking the kiss.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in between her legs, and my hands moved under her sweatshirt, scraping my nails gently against the skin of her back. I bit on her lip as I took over the kiss, pushing myself further between her thighs, as I dug my nails into her skin. I felt her buck her hips as she ground herself on my stomach with me, pushing her against me harder, as my hands moved down to her hips. And as I felt her legs tighten their hold on me, I felt my center throb and the only thing I could do at that moment was to sink my teeth in her plump lips and my nails in her soft milky skin.
"Take it off," she husked seductively, as she disconnected our lips momentarily, sending shivers down my spine. Obliging immediately, I haven't wasted a second to tug at the hem of her sweatshirt, and pulling it over her arms, that she has already lifted into the air.
Throwing it somewhere on the floor behind me, my lips immediately returned to hers, crashing them together, as my hunger only grew. And it definitely wasn't for the brownies.
I failed to notice at first, as my hands moved down to her thighs, squeezing its flesh, but when I pulled back slightly to remove my own shirt, I noticed that the skin I previously felt wasn't covered by more than the sweatshirt.
"Fuck," I groaned throatily, as my hands shot up and gripped at her sides. She was clad only in a bra, as she sat on top of the countertop with me between her legs, panting heavily as her chest rose and fell, and I watched its every movement.
The newfound throbbing sensation between my legs only became stronger when she pulled me towards her, crashing our lips together again, and I felt her breasts brush against mine. As our tongues danced together, hungrily exploring each other's mouths, making both of us moan at the sensation, my hands traveled higher until they brushed against the underwire of her black bra. And I wished it wasn't there to stop my exploring hands, as I had the overwhelming need to feel more of her skin.
Rosie's hands that were tangled in my hair, pushing and pulling, suddenly moved downwards and she fisted the fabric of my black shirt at the bottom, tugging on it and silently asking me to take it off. Without hesitation to obey her wishes, I stepped away slightly and crossed one arm over the other, as I reached behind my back and pulled the shirt over my head.
"Fuck," she echoed my words, as I let the piece of fabric fall to the ground and her eyes roamed my upper body, taking in my toned stomach, as well as my Calvins bra. I didn't give her much time for visual appreciation though, as I had to feel her again and so I regained my position between her thighs and kissed her lips again. This time, only one of Rosie's hands moved up to my hair, as she tugged on the baby hairs at the base of my neck. The other moved down to my exposed stomach, tracing the lines of my abs and scraping her nails against them, making my stomach harden.
And just as I moved my mouth to the corner of her lips, having all intention to move down and nibble on her jaw, the keys jiggled in the door.
Pulling away in supersonic speed, I looked at Rosie, whose eyes were widened and expression distraught, just as I assumed mine was.
With my hands on her sides, I lifted her down from the countertop. The second her feet hit the ground, the door swung open and Jennie came striding inside, "Hey guys, I just forgot my-"
Turning around in the speed of light, I moved Rosie behind me with my hand that was reaching behind my back, still holding onto her waist.
"...phone," she finished as she gawked at our half-naked forms and I thought her eyes would pop out of her eye sockets.
To say I felt absolutely mortified would be an understatement.
"Oh come on guys," her surprised expression turning into a scolding one, "no sex on the kitchen counter,"
Groaning loudly, I hung my head down and covered my face with my free hand in an embarrassment of being caught. If the ground could eat me up, it would unquestionably be now. I might even bury my head into the floor like ostriches do if it wasn't hardwood floor under my feet. But then again, even a concussion would be better than this.
"I'll just take this right here," she said as she walked over to the living room and picked up her phone from the drawer's chest, "and you can continue, just not in the shared spaces, okay Lisa? Bye guys," and with that, she disappeared behind the entrance door, as it shut closed behind her.
As soon as it did, Rosie's head fell against my back as she groaned, equally embarrassed as me. The mood was killed, and the only thing left was our utter humiliation lingering in the air, hanging above us as if to taunt us.
"So," I started, "wanna finish the brownies?"