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I Can Taste Him On Your Lips

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“Are you sure you don’t mind helping us out?” Peter asked me as him and Alex stood in front of me in their kitchen.

“I would be upset if you didn’t ask.” I joked laughing lightly as I leaned against the counter that sat in the middle of the vast room.

“Well I would be no help, so it’s on you two for the cake.” He said laughing as well. “I’m taking Isobel out for lunch now, so have fun and don’t burn the kitchen down.”

“So how are you when it comes to culinary arts?” I asked Alex as I started to get things set up and ready for the most likely long process.

“I suck ass but I can crack eggs.” He smirk making me roll my eyes at him.

~~

As I imagined, trying to bake with Alex was living hell.

“I swear to god if you drop one more egg I’ll stab you.” I threatened as I pointed the knife I had used to cut the red velvet cake mix open with at him.

I put the beaters into the mixture with eggs and such, turning it into a thick and stick batter.

“Don’t be so hostile love.” He said, and when I turned around I got a handful of flour to the face.

“Did you seriously just fucking do that?” I asked shocked as I wiped the white powder away from my eyes.

He just laughed at me, and was too distracted with that to notice me scooping some of the batter into my hand. That is until he got the batter shoved into his face.

“Oh so we’re playing dirty now.” He said hitting me back with some more batter.

That was the start of a full out war between us and it didn’t end until the floor, counter, walls, and ourselves were covered in various baking substances.

I was sitting up on the counter, and I was pretty sure I was sitting on a cracked egg, while Alex was between my knees with his head hanging low, using the counter to steady himself. Our breathing was ragged and labored from chasing one another around the kitchen.

Lifting his head, Alex was suddenly nose to nose with me, our faces mere inches apart as our breath mixed together around us. My eyes locked onto his dark chocolate brown ones that shone with mischief and playfulness, making my heart thump erratically against my rib cage.

I inhaled sharply as my eyes flickered across his face; the dark stubble on his chin, the smudges of red and sticky batter, his pale pink lips.

It was as if timed had slowed as Alex inched closer, and jolts shot through me at the small brush of lips making me gasp quietly.

“Fuck.” Alex groaned moving back again. “Shit, we can't do this, you’re married.”

He continued to ramble on to himself while my insides were tying themselves in knots, twisting around and leaving me restless. Before he could go on anymore though, I found myself locking my fingers into the long, silky hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his face back to mine, crashing my lips against his.

He hesitated for a second before I felt his hands gripping at my hips, pulling my body flush against his.

“What the fuck are we doing?” He asked against my lips as he held me close to him.

“I don’t fucking know.” I replied, small kisses being shared between words.

“We shouldn’t do this… Its so wrong.”

“But god it feels so fucking right.” I groaned before pressing back into the kiss.

Comments

Love it!!!!(:
Jewelian Jewelian
4/10/13
It's beautiful.
DrearyRose DrearyRose
4/1/13
yes perfect thank you for writing this glorious piece of fanfiction
taylex5eva taylex5eva
11/2/12