I’d be singing through breakfast with these two coffee mugs. HA!
I’d be singing through breakfast with these two coffee mugs. HA!
Laugh along with two German guys, who give helium beer a taste test. ❤
Yep, its such a nice morning. Good enough to lay back and watch the world go by.
Waking in each other’s arms, Tommy and Elissa realize this was more than just a one night stand.
Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.
Co-written with VunG.
Razorbackwriter: There it was. That gorgeous purr of Elissa’s – Tommy’s sleeping beauty. He wasn’t at all sorry for waking her up. Not when he had the chance to hear her, to see that beautiful smile. With her lying on him and using her arms to prop herself up, he reached around and placed both hands neatly on her buttocks. Nothing better that getting reacquainted with her peachy rear. He absently stroked the soft mounds as he savored the moment. Tommy’s eyes fell upon hers and they were locked in a wonderment at this gorgeous creature in his arms. He had slept so soundly after their bedroom adventures, and now he was feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed. Naturally, he felt a stirring a bit lower but he knew when he had bitten off more than he could chew. As much as he fancied the idea of not getting out of bed for a week, they both had jobs and real lives outside the bedroom door. Then and there Tommy decided that he did want more of this. More of Elissa. A hell of a lot more.
“A guy could get used to this.” Mirth clearly seen as his smile widened. He gave Elissa’s backside a smack before kissing her forehead. She may not be in love with him yet, but he sure as hell was on the road to it. Tommy inhaled the scent of her hair, as again he let his nose move through her locks. He enjoyed her. Not just her body, but her wit, her beauty, and above all her heart. The reporter wanted so much to make it his. This would mean many romantic nights, and he was already planning how to woo her. He’d go all out if he had too. Hopefully it wouldn’t be over the top.
He lifted his head up and then looked down at those ripe red lips. His own parted as he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth.
“If you don’t get up, I am not going to be able to hold myself back.” A playful warning, sure. They had things to do. Frank to see for one. Tommy didn’t really want to spoil what was a perfect moment, but the weight of the world was now starting to press down.
“Can I borrow a toothbrush?”
VunG: Heh, Tommy really was incorrigible wasn’t he? Not that she minded, though right now she felt like she didn’t think that she would be able to handle another go right now. Their wild romp was absolutely amazing though, and as he laid there stroking her, she almost wished that she was able to go again. This would definitely have to be something they did again, she wanted to spend more time with this wonderful man, to get to know him inside and out. That said, right now she was a little preoccupied by his goofy actions, and to his words she smiled charmingly and began drawing circles and figure eights on his chest, propping herself up on her good arm and examining his body again. Tommy was a wonderful, intelligent, compassionate, and downright entertaining person, and she truly enjoyed his company. A whispered “Mmhmm” would be his response to getting used to this; even if this never became romantic, she damn well wanted to stay around him for a long while.
Though, part of her wondered how true those words he’d said about him falling for her were true. It didn’t scare her or anything silly like that, but it was an interesting thought. Well, she’d find out in time, wouldn’t she? After his soft kisses, she looked to him and grinned at his joking threat that he’d likely be unable to hold himself back, rolling her eyes. Flicking his nose lightly, she went ahead and rolled off him, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching with a silent yawn. His question was a little odd, though when she touched her own teeth with her tongue, she definitely understood why and gave him a nod, getting up herself to head that same direction… though not before stretching again, a few soft cricks coming out. Hrmm… hopefully she wasn’t getting too old, she was only thirty after all. Heh, ‘only’ thirty.
Razorbackwriter: Tommy threw back the sheet and rolled off the bed to be standing up straight. He arched his back, placing his hands down at the small of his back – still naked as the day he was born. A few light stretches and he thudded over to the bathroom, where a welcoming shower awaited. Tommy still had his change of clothes in a small sports bag, since he never got dressed the first time he tried that morning. The sound of the hot water jets on the tiles, followed by the glass sliding panel gliding across was the clues that Tommy wasn’t waiting for any invitations. Snatching up the soap, he lathered his torso and lower regions well, whistling as he did so. He tipped his head under the shower nozzle, and soaked his hair right through. His silhouette could just be made out through the opaque glass door, and every so often you would see either his forearm or his backside pressed against it. It wasn’t the biggest shower cubicle in the world, but then again, Tommy was not a small man. Steam soon filled the bathroom, as Tommy scrubbed, washed and cleansed himself from his wild tryst with Elissa.
The door finally slid back, allowing yet another cloud of steam to escape. The bathroom mirror was now completely fogged up, yet that didn’t bother Tommy. Without even drying himself down, he stepped across to the vanity and found a new toothbrush. Elissa must change them regularly, he thought to himself. Happily, he started brushing his teeth, his naked body dripping water onto the floor. It was moments like these you could see that Tommy wasn’t exactly polished. Any sane woman would be barking at him to clean up the floor, in case someone slipped.
Spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste foam, he wiped his hand in a circle in the mirror and checked his teeth -baring them at the reflection in the mirror. Looking good. His hair was a shaggy mess of wet locks, and he shook his head twice before letting it settle in place.
That was enough for him.
Snatching up a towel, he hung it loosely around his hips and strolled back into the bathroom, jerking his thumb back at the mess he left.
He bent over the sports bag and unzipped it, looking for his clothes. Shirt, pants, jocks, socks….nah, he wasn’t going to wear the tie today. His towel dropped to the floor, as he bent over to start putting on his undies. Giving Elissa, one hell of a view.
VunG: Elissa would be a little slower to get moving, but she was more than happy to watch Tommy’s journey to the bathroom, watching his fine booty all the while. Eventually she would get the worst of her kinks out and walk over to the bathroom, also stark naked and not really caring since, you know, this was her house. Her eyes trailed over his sihlouette while he went about washing, perhaps feeling a little weird about how voyeuristic she was being, but considering what had just happened didn’t particularly care. He was a touch small for that shower though… granted she wasn’t the biggest person ever so perhaps that was more his fault. Oh well. Eventually she would go about brushing her own teeth, still watching him the whole while, and once finished would start getting out the stuff to replace her bandage, though waiting until she had showered to do so.
When he got out, she would go ahead and get out of his way, though would get distracted when she realized that he was pretty much making a slippery mess out of her floor. Well, guess house manners were the one bit of training that he didn’t come with; she could live with that. Sighing in good humor, she tossed a towel over to the affected area and signed to him, ~Your mess, your work.~
Of course, as he mentioned that the shower was free, she was about to head in herself when she turned just in time to see him moving to put his underwear on, his wonderful posterior proudly displayed for her. Grinning wickedly, she darted over quickly, and gave him a frighteningly strong smack on the bum, leaving a bright red handprint for him. Of course, she didn’t wait for ‘retaliation,’ which she was certain would come, she just darted over to the shower and stuck his tongue out at him as she closed the door. With that, she went about the process of cleaning herself up from their bit of love making, also perfectly visible in silhouette as she went. Actually, if Tommy stuck around the bathroom to watch, she might start dancing a little for him; nothing masterful, but he wasn’t the only one that had some moves.
The sudden stinging sensation of a right royal spanking had Tommy stand upright in a flash. Wow, and did it sting. He instantly reached around to touch his now glowing ass cheek, his mouth having fallen open in surprise. She smacked him! And not just a love pat, this was like a horse bite. “You cheeky bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, rubbing his now throbbing backside. It was going to leave a mark for sure. Elissa was not only daring, she was speedy too. Having done the deed and then zipped across the floor to find refuge in the shower cubicle, not before poking out her tongue playfully. Tommy couldn’t help but smirk at her wicked ways. He was half tempted to rip off his undies and join her in that shower for another romp, but he knew that he had already bitten off more than he could chew in that department. They couldn’t spend the next few days fucking. Or could they? He did consider it for a moment. This brought about a small chuckle, which he quickly recovered from.
“I know where you live.” What a retort. Of course he did. He was standing in her bathroom. Slowly, Tommy continued with getting dressed, but he also kept one eye on the shower – and why not. He was keen to watch her cleanse that gorgeous body of hers. As he pulled on his pants, his eyes kept looking up at her…watching. Reaching for his shirt, he threaded his arms in….again slowly as he was in no hurry to leave. He left the top button undone, but tucked his shirt into this pants and threaded on a belt. Soon he was pretty much ready for the day. If only every morning could be this good.
A man could get used to it.
He leaned against the vanity with his palms resting on the marble top, drumming his fingers along the edging. Waiting for another peek at what he now considered to be his girl. Part of him was still worried that she would see this as just a one night thing. Only time would tell if she would ask him for more.
Scene setting: Detective Frank Malone’s apartment.
co-written with Chor.
Razorbackwriter: The silence of the morning was broken by a strange yelp that came from Frank’s bedroom Rousing slightly at the sound, Frank pushed off the blanket that he had used after spending a night on the couch, and stood up – stretching slightly as he had a bit of a sore back. The rustling from in his room would have to be Isa waking up. Raking back his disheveled hair, Frank started for the bedroom door, only stopping to knock lightly.
Knowing she had been put to bed in her own clothes, Frank knew that she would probably want to shower and change. “There is a box of clothes in the closet, left behind by my ex wife, if you are looking for something to change into.”
Not wanting to disturb Isa further he added; “I’ll start breakfast, alright?”
Frank continued to stretch his arms and then roll his shoulders as he headed into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he leaned on the door and sighed at the contents. A carton of milk, a block of cheese that had probably seen better days, and of course left over curry. Isa probably didn’t want another curry, especially for breakfast. Thinking the worst of the situation, Frank then spotted a box of corn flakes in the cupboard and pulled that out, placing it on the counter. It wasn’t going to be much of a breakfast, but it was better than nothing.
Chor: Isa was actually startled by Frank’s voice, momentarily running through mazes inside her head.
“Morning,” she called back, her normally dark and chocolatey voice creaking as it usually does just after she wakes up. Isolde, still groggy, barely comprehended anything the man said, but did latch onto one phrase. Ex wife. The guilt that had started earlier to build inside her began to melt away. She’d seen the photo of Frank’s son, but didn’t know anything about a wife and honestly hoped she hadn’t just slept in another woman’s bed. Whatever sad, scary wall Frank had built up after Rory’s death is likely what drove her away. Isa knew what that could be like. She no longer had the friends she’d kept from school and even Khalil has distanced himself since Claura’s disappearance.
The rest of Frank’s statement came later, when she’d thought long and hard about last night. Changing sounded fabulous, but a shower sounded infinitely better. Isolde, hoping Frank would not mind, tiptoed in her disheveled state to his bathroom and began to run the water. She was always a scalding hot shower kind of girl. Disrobed save for her undergarments, Isolde turned to find that there was not a single towel in the bathroom. Oy vey. Too tired to really think it through, she pulled her unbuttoned top on haphazardly and went out of the room.
“There’s no towels in there,” she said, pointing back to his restroom. The water could be heard running and she looked straight at him, as if she didn’t even notice she was barely clothed. It wasn’t that Isa was immodest, she just didn’t consider clothing to be of much import. This is the body science gave her and though she may mistreat it, she is not ashamed of it. All of the symbols running lines over her body could be seen now as she waited for him to direct her to where she might find a linen closet of sorts…or if he just had a towel somewhere. Her gently malnourished body was not fit, but soft in the places where she still held weight. She didn’t do much exercise, but possessed a petite waist, enough breast to keep people believing she truly was a woman, and child-bearing hips to follow.
Razorbackwriter: Ever seen a startled deer? Or a possum that had been struck by the headlights of an oncoming truck? Well, if you can imagine that, then that was very much the look of surprise that was on Frank’s face when he turned – box of cereal in hand to see Isa in…well…next to nothing. She spoke….she did. Something about towels. It wasn’t registering in Frank’s mind cause at this moment he was too busy oogling at Isa.“Uhmmm…what?”
The sound of the shower running in the background was a clue. A big clue. Frank was supposed to be a detective and yet here he was completely and utterly lost. A few blinks and a rub of his right eye with a closed fist, he finally understood what Isa was trying to convey. There were no towels in the bathroom.
“Towels? Towels…yes, I have towels.” Was he dumb? Frank sure appeared to be that way. Not bothering to look at what he was doing, he let go of the box of cereal that SHOULD have landed on the counter, but instead hit the floor – sending cornflakes flying.
Frank hurried to get to the linen cupboard where he kept a few towels and sheets, pulling the door open so hard he hit himself with it. Again, all due to seeing Isa in a state of undress. ~BANG~ “Owww!” Frank staggered back a bit, clutching the door with one hand. Now with a red welt on his temple, he stepped back and quickly found a couple of towels. Presenting them to Isa whilst trying to keep his eyes up to hers, instead of going lower….where most men seem to like to look.
“They’re clean, I swear.” Yes, they were clean. He only used two towels himself, one was either on the floor, the other in the hamper. These were guest towels. You could tell they were practically new, since he rarely had guests. The next question was obvious. “Need a toothbrush?” Frank was a little sheepish. You’d think he had never had a woman in his apartment before. Truth was, he hadn’t entertained anyone, cept Tommy for the football.
“There is a spare under the vanity.”
At this point, his eyes did betray him as they went to the strange markings that ran up and down her body, and being Frank, he had to ask. “Uhm..what are those marks? Are they some kind of tattoo?”
Isolde’s brows furrowed in utter confusion when Frank started mumbling and bustling about. He was acting so very strange, as if he’s never even seen a woman naked. Unless his song was born via immaculate conception, she highly doubted that to be the truth. The cornflake box fell to the ground with a crack! and Isa jumped a bit. There was cereal littering the floor and Isa bit her lip for just a moment, imagining that was their breakfast. It was quite alright, though. There was plenty to eat in this city.
“Yes, towels,” Isa repeated, following him to the closet and watching while he took out the linens she required. They were clean, as he stated, and she gladly took them into her arms. A toothbrush sounded wondrous at the moment, though she hoped he wasn’t suggesting because of her rancid garlic morning breath. That was the only regret from the night previous. It was a good change, however, to find that he respected her. While many a male would take advantage of her state, Frank- it seemed- forced himself to lock onto her eyes. She hadn’t noticed him injure himself, but she saw the redness spreading on his temple. The smallest amount of skin had broken and only a drop of blood had surfaced and immediately dried.
Isolde set her towels at the edge of the sink and opened the medicine cabinet. In it she grabbed the ripped, dirty, and fraying box of butterfly strips and pulled one out. There was the tiniest bit of alcohol in the brown bottle on the topmost shelf and she poured it onto a cottonswab and made her way back to Frank.
“I’m sure you know this is going to sting,” she whispered, touching it to his temple. This really wasn’t even necessary. She didn’t like to see him hurt, though, and practicing medicine is about all she does know how to do. With the blood cleaned from his head, she adhered the strip to his temple and used her index finger to gently ensure it stuck. Then, to the fridge, where inside she found a half-full tray of ice cubes and twisted them in two layers of paper towels. It would do as a make-shift ice pack, she supposed. Depositing this item into his hand, she took his hand in hers and dragged it up to his head and held it there only a moment before she went to stand in the middle of the kitchen, scouring the room like a hawk for something. But what?
“Aha,” Isolde spoke with a successful grin. The short broom and accompanying dust pan lay in the corner of the room. She bent to retrieve them, then once she’d found herself at the scene of the cereal mess, she bent again to sweep the flakes with the small brush. It was a quick job and when she was done she deposited the last remnants of the corn flake box into the trash and wiped her hands. Time for a shower. He asked about her markings and Isolde was prepared to tell him, but first she needed to make herself presentable.
“Tell you in a minute.”
Isolde padded lightly back to the bathroom then and closed the door, hopping immediately in the hot shower.
Razorbackwriter: It wasn’t the fact that Frank had never seen a woman naked before. He had…many times. The thing was he was not expecting to see Isa parade around in a near naked state. Usually a woman would be more at ease to walk around in just their smalls if they had been intimate. That was not the case. Truth was, Frank respected Isa a great deal and was not the kind of guy to put the hard word on, or take advantage of a lady. Call him old fashioned, or just a guy with high morals; Frank was not your average bloke. This was the reason for his bizarre antics. The dropping of the cereal, the banging of his head on the cupboard door. Had it been Tommy, well things would have been a hell of a lot different.
The pain of hitting his head was subdued by the rise of embarrassment that he was feeling at being such a klutz in Isa’s company. But what surprised him more than anything was how Isa set to fix the damage he had done. Not just to himself but also the mess in the kitchen. He hesitantly touched the sore spot on his temple and saw the small amount of blood that had come from a cut. Frank mumbled that it was nothing, but that didn’t stop Isa from wanting to nurse him – by dabbing his wound with alcohol, then applying the butterfly strips. Just after that, she then fixed an ice pack, which had Frank wonder just how bad he donged himself. “Really…I’m fine.” Course, she knew better and the relief that Frank felt from the pressure of the cold pack was evident by the expression on his face. Having her guide his hand with the ice pack up to his head brought a small smile. If you can’t beat them, join them, the saying goes and Frank went with the programme.
His question however about the strange markings on her sides was answered with a simple statement that she would tell him in a minute, before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
Frank just stood there with his hand pressing the ice pack to his temple. What just happened?
Breakfast was now in the dustbin since he had dropped the box of cereal on the floor. There was nothing else in his fridge that could be considered the makings of a good and healthy breakfast, so Frank decided as soon as Isa was dressed, that he would take her to a decent cafe instead. There was an abundance of places to take her and all in walking distance. Besides, he made a lousy cup of coffee.
The lump on his temple was starting to shrink, thanks to the ice trick and he soon set the ice pack in the sink. Frank reached for a cloth and wiped the damp spot on his head, before taking in the fact he needed to get dressed himself. His hair was a mess and his clothes slept in.
Walking back to the lounge, he noticed his cell phone was flashing on the coffee table. Reaching to pick it up, he saw there were a couple of messages….and one was from Tommy. Playing it back, Frank grimaced. Obviously Tommy was worried about what Frank was doing, or going to do. Course, Isa had saved him from that. Frank thought for a moment. It was still a bit early, and he wasn’t sure if he should message Tommy back or not. God knows what he had gotten up to the night before.
Scene setting: Elissa’s Apartment.
co-written with VunG.
The next morning
Elissa woke to the feeling of her painkillers wearing off. It wasn’t a great surprise, in fact she fully expected this to happen, though she was hoping she would just wake up beforehand instead. Wincing as she slowly rose from her bed, she actually had to pause to catch her breath before actually heading off. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was seven o’clock in the morning. Ugh… she didn’t know what was worse, that she’d slept in or that she felt like she needed more sleep than that. Getting up with a grunt, she quietly went ahead and made the journey from her bedroom to the bathroom, stepping as softly as possible to avoid waking Tommy. She had woken up once before during the night, partially to get another painkiller in her, and partially to change into hernightgown, but she had basically been running on autopilot and hadn’t realized that he’d passed out, or even that the TV was on. It was kind of adorable actually, the TV still quietly doing its thing, news currently on while he silently snoozed on the couch. Smiling softly, she went ahead and grabbed a blanket from her room and brought it over to him, laying it on him as gently as possible to avoid waking him.
After that she promptly went ahead and take care of her morning requirements, especially those damn painkillers. Eventually she’d make her way over to the kitchen and begin making herself some cereal and start fixing both of them a pot of coffee.
Razorbackwriter: The new morning had finally dawned and while Elissa had been up for sometime, Tommy had slept in. He had found the couch to be more comfortable than his own bed at home and kicked his feet up. The blanket that Elissa had draped on him during the night was now half hanging on the floor, but Tommy had one part gripped tightly within his hand. The sound of Elissa going through her morning routine caused Tommy to stir and he smacked his lips as he slowly opened his eyes. Naturally the surrounds at first were unfamiliar and this caused him to sit up with a bit of a fright. Only when he smelt the coffee that Elissa was making, did he rouse to the fact of where he was. Looking down at himself, he was disgusted to find that he was still wearing the same clothes, now for three days straight. Tommy grimaced and threw back the blanket, feeling like a bum. “Morning.” Tommy’s voice had an extra deepness to it as his throat was dry. First things first, he needed a shower…and a shave. Getting up off the couch, he dug into his pockets for his car keys. Thankfully Tommy kept a bag in his car with a change of clothes and a shaving kit. He was like a boy scout in that affect, that he liked to be prepared. Mumbling that he was going to go grab his bag of clothes from his car, Tommy ducked out of Elissa’s apartment and headed down to where his car was parked, to get his gear.
This might have confused Elissa if she had not heard what he had said.
No sooner had he gone, Tommy was back and instead of going into the kitchen, the reporter went straight into the bathroom and shut the door. A shower was a welcome relief, as Tommy cared a great deal about his appearance. Frank might have been able to go a few days without changing, but not Tommy. Soon Elissa would hear Tommy’s voice as he started singing in the shower. “Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand……” he wasn’t a bad singer, but his taste in music was totally old school.
Opening the door, Tommy came out in just his towel, and walked into the kitchen still dripping. He smiled warmly at Elissa as he looked about for a coffee cup.
“Now I don’t smell like garbage. Morning to you, Elissa.”
Was he going to have his coffee before he got dressed. With another towel he rubbed his wet hair. it was like having a large dog in her kitchen. He was dripping everywhere.
VunG: Elissa looked up from her bowl as Tommy began the laborious process of waking up, though otherwise continued to eat, even beginning to gather up a newspaper as she started up her day. As he greeted her, she gave him a smile and nodded calmly, signing a ~Good morning~ of her own before continuing her breakfast. Of course, she was kind of oblivious to him being a bit rank, for whatever reason she’d gained a bit of a tolerance for smells, though perhaps that had to do with her being a bit of a bachelorette herself. She indeed caught his mumbling, and scoffed lightly as he went on out. Actually… she should probably look into taking a shower too; she was a little more diligent than him, but it had been a wee bit. Though… her stitches put a wrinkle in that plan. Suppose she could sponge herself off, even if that didn’t give the satisfaction of a shower it would get the job done. Shrugging it off, she supposed she could just put on some deodorant and take care of it when she didn’t have guests.
She would continue reading as Tommy went about showering, mouthing along with him as he sang, a wide smile on her face at just how silly this was. Truth be told, she was right with him on the older tastes in music, though she also enjoyed a lot of modern metal and some of whatever Hans Zimmer’s genre was. Once he came out, she gave him yet another repeated nod, initially not paying much attention and not reacting in the slightest to his effectively nude state. Though, once she did, she did a double-take and her eyes promptly locked on the model’s body, a blush immediately coming to her cheeks. Dayumn! Just… dayumn! He was quite the looker! Heck, she didn’t even notice he was dripping; it just threw her off so much to look up to suddenly behold smoking hot guy in a towel just standing in her kitchen getting coffee like they were common law or some shit. She made no effort to hide that she was looking at first, and even once she recovered she gave him a smug smirk and leaned forward from the little bar on the other side of the kitchen. ~I wasn’t aware I invited a stripper,~ she teased lightly, obviously not upset in the slightest. Hell, if she thought she’d have gotten to see someone like that, she’d have put on something a little more lacy, give him a bit of a show to make it a fair trade. Elissa wasn’t promiscuous or anything, but she kind of had the jock mentality of being more than willing to joke and banter about such things.
“A stripper?” Tommy couldn’t help but laugh about that random comment. He glanced down to see the small puddles of water on the floor, and then he looked up at Elissa with a crooked smirk. “If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask.” With that he turned around and then dropped his towel on the wet spot, giving a little wiggle of his backside before strutting back to the bathroom to find his change of clothes. Would this have left her with a jaw dropper? Maybe. He had great buns. It was little wonder he was a part time underwear model.
More singing came from the bedroom as he changed into a smart shirt and trousers. His dirty clothes he put back in the bag he brought up from the car. He would need to drop that into Wong’s Dry Cleaners on the way home. Tommy rarely did his own laundry. You could probably pass him for a SNAG (sensitive new age guy), but he had some habits that were a bit strange to say the least – like parading before Elissa in just a towel. The poor girl, what was she thinking?
Re emerging, looking a lot more like the Tommy that Elissa knew, he came back into the kitchen and picked up the wet towel from the floor. Tommy was more of a morning person by all accounts. He had a cheeky way about him once he had had a cup of coffee. Noting that Elissa had cereal for breakfast, Tommy asked. “Got any fruit?” The reporter loved fruit for breakfast. He also liked bacon and eggs, but he didn’t want to put Elissa out.
VunG: Elissa laughed in turn with Tommy’s response, fully intending for him to just move along or perhaps just tease her a bit about it. Not that she would’ve minded that, in fact she would’ve been more than capable of responding. Instead, though, she wound up with her mouth agape as Tommy dropped his towel and strutted away, her eyes glued firmly on his posterior. She… actually had no response, no witty comeback, all she could think to do was, just as he was about to enter the bathroom, do quick wolf whistle. Of course immediately she regretted that and smacked her face, beet red with embarrassment.
It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with looking at a good looking fellow, because Tommy was DEFINITELY fine, it just felt a little odd having someone parading around like that after only recently meeting them. Heh, at this rate if neither of them asked the other out on a date by the end of this whole mess she’d be shocked; because very honestly she liked his company even excluding the hot buns.
By the time he came out, she had finished and rinsed her cereal and was still beet red, though smiling so at the very least it was obvious she didn’t mind so much. She didn’t really classify as a morning person or a non-morning person, she was mostly just neutral about mornings and woke up at a steady curve. That said, this weirdness had gotten her moving farfaster than any coffee could. At his request for fruit, she looked up cheekily and signed with a wicked grin, ~I’m pretty sure I saw some berries hanging around,~ her eyes pointing low towards his waist before chuckling and shaking her head and walking over to her fridge. Reaching in, she pulled out a pair of braeburn apples and lobbed one over to him, biting into hers with a relaxed smile as she leaned calmly on the counter. She actually wasn’t entirely certain herself if she was really being flirty or just generally coy, but at this point she was just having a lot of fun with Tommy. Chuckling at a thought, she signed with her tongue briefly sticking out playfully, “I hope for our sake you don’t have a girlfriend, otherwise we are both dead.~
Razorbackwriter: Tommy heard that wolf whistle. So, she did appreciate a nice butt. This made Tommy’s ego inflate slightly as he yelled out “I heard that’ When Tommy had come back into the kitchen, Elissa had already cleaned up her cereal bowl and was all too happy to tell him that she had seen some berries hanging about. “Oh ha ha.” Tommy picked up on the innuendo real quick, and the idea that she would call them berries made him step up to the plate. “More like kiwi fruit.” Yup, slightly rounded and hairy, but a lot larger than berries. This was said with a firm nod, like he knew his anatomy far better than she did.“Should have given you a frontal view, but that costs extra.” Elissa would be able to see the twinkle in his eyes as he was getting a good amount of amusement from their playful banter.
Catching the braeburn apply on the fly, Tommy took a big bite out of his apple – chewing noisily as he waited for a comeback that he was sure to be solid gold. The girl was as quick as they came and there was nothing he admired more than a girl with a sharp mind and sense of fun. A little bit of apple juice was running down his chin as he took another bite and mused over her comment about hoping he didn’t have a girlfriend. Their playing around, though not yet physical was bordering on getting sexual. Seeing the poking of her tongue following the signing, Tommy moved closer towards Elissa. He had a flirtatious look about his features, and being so close she was sure to smell the musk of his scent mixed with his after shave. “No one’s about to die. I don’t have a girlfriend, well nothing serious. One girl likes to cook for me.” He said with a shrug. So….he was available. Then he went for the kill. “You’re blushing.” His eyes focused directly on hers.“..it’s kinda sexy.”