((The following contains a scene of an adult nature. You have been warned. ;-) ))
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The storm had passed over fully some time before dawn, leaving the sky clear to paint itself in sun-drenched gold and red as the city woke up once again. The tenement was quiet, but one apartment, at least, held the sounds of someone up and about. Liv had slept surprisingly well given the circumstances of the night before, and woken up with a burning ambition to make coffee and breakfast for Johnny. He would obviously need it, she thought, after his exhausting day yesterday.
Carefully keeping her mind away from the curtailed conversation of the night before, she'd risen, not bothering to dress, and was now dancing around Johnny's kitchen singing along to the radio with her eyes closed, waiting for the coffee pot to do its thing.
Johnny had slept like the dead, exhausted from the day's events, so exhausted he'd practically passed out, hardly making a peep all night. It wasn't that Liv wasn't a distraction; it was just that he was so exhausted, he couldn't have kept his eyes open if he'd tried. Come morning, it wasn't the sunrise that had woken him, or the smell of coffee perking, but the sound of a woman's voice singing along to the radio, her voice crisp and clear and chipper.
Johnny rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he sat up in bed, stretching his arms over his head before climbing out of bed, realizing with a start that he was completely naked. How'd that happen" He tried to remember, his memory slow in returning as his brain slowly awoke. Oh my God, he thought, noticing the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, suddenly remembering that Liv had undressed him - all of him - before climbing into bed with him. He seemed to recall something else, too. Had she told him she loved him or had he dreamed that part"
There was only one way to find out and that was to ask the woman who was singing along with the radio in the kitchen, but not without his pants. He pulled a pair of boxers from his dresser and yanked them on over his legs, shoving a hand through his hair and yawning as he stepped out of the bedroom and shuffled toward the kitchen, not quite awake yet, and still a little worn out from his adventure the previous day.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder the sound of the coffee pot became as a strange counter-point to Liv's clear voice as she sang along to the radio still. She was utterly oblivious to his approach, eyes closed and hair flopping over her face, waving her hands in the air as she danced around, clearly in her own world. What was the phrase" Dance like no one's watching. Liv certainly was doing that this morning.
A smirk touched his lips as he arrived in the doorway to find her singing and dancing along with the radio in his kitchen while waiting for the coffee to perk. Instead of announcing his arrival, he took a lean in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest to quietly watch her boogie around the kitchen in just his shirt and a pair of her pink panties.
It was just as well she was oblivious for the time being. She'd not been this undressed with him before - at least, not when he was conscious. It was asking for one of those incandescent blushes to make an appearance. As the coffee perked, she stilled, nut-brown eyes opening to let her see what she was doing as her hands reached for cups, her back to the man watching her from the doorway.
Amused that she had yet to notice him, and thinking about all the things he could do if he had his sister's ability to turn invisible, he merely stood there watching her move about the kitchen, admiring the way she filled out his shirt, the hem just short enough that he got an occasional peek at her panties. He admired the way she moved, far more graceful than she gave herself credit for; the way her hair gently fell against her shoulders and back; the long, shapely legs that he couldn't help but imagine wrapped around his waist. Down, boy. You're gonna need a cold shower if you keep this up.
Coffee, black, as full on and undoctored as he was ....Liv remembered that detail very clearly, having learned it that last morning he'd been at her old apartment. Still with her back to him, she set Johnny's mug aside, her singing quieter now as she focused on her task, bending to fish a tray out of the cupboard in front of her.
Oh, a tray. He smirked. Was she planning on bringing him breakfast in bed" In that case, he should probably get back in bed. He pushed off his lean, backing into the hallway as quietly as he could, peeking his head around the corner to see what she was up to.
His kitchen hadn't been as unstocked as he'd told her, and a quick trip the afternoon before while he'd been out had added to it. With coffee on the tray, Liv opened up the fridge and pulled out a couple of bowls filled with natural yogurt and fresh fruit - strawberries, cubes of peach and mango, thin slices of apple. The bowls went onto the tray with the coffee cups, and Liv turned to rummage around for spoons, still blissfully unaware of her audience.
Worried she'd catch him and ruin her surprise, he backed away from the doorway and turned to creep back into the bedroom and climb into bed, keeping the boxers on, and hoping she'd think he was still sleeping. He pulled the blankets up over himself and settled himself on his side, closing his eyes and pretending to still be asleep, perking an ear to listen for her approach.
Tray in hand, she flicked the radio off, finally turning toward the door to make her way toward the bedroom. She came to a halt in the doorway, taking full advantage of the opportunity to watch him as he slept (or so she thought), still not quite able to believe that the superhero in the bed was hers.
Pulling herself together with a sharp intake of breath, she moved into the room, putting the tray down on the bedside table before crawling up onto the bed beside him. Her knuckles stroked tenderly down his cheek. "Johnny' Rise and shine, sweetheart."
Sweetheart, he thought. She called me sweetheart. He tried not to smile at the thought of that. Feigning sleep, he rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes, smiling up at her as she thought she awoke him. He feigned a small yawn and a soft sigh of breath, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face. "Morning, beautiful. What time is it?"
Beautiful. If her smile had been soft before, it was positively glowing at that unthinking compliment, and for once, he had a perfect view of the loving warmth in her eyes. There were no glasses to get in the way this morning; those were still in the living room. Liv had put her contacts in. "About half past eight, I think," she told him, leaning down to gently touch a kiss to his cheek. "I made you breakfast, I hope you don't mind."
He smiled at the show of affection, as well as her thoughtfulness. He couldn't remember when someone had made him breakfast in bed before, if ever, and his memory turned back to that fateful morning when they'd talked over coffee and toast in her kitchen while Lucy slept. "We have to stop meeting like this," he said, his smiling softening, blue eyes warm with affection.
"Oh, I hope not," was her unthinking, uncalculated reply, the tip of her nose stroking his affectionately before she moved to sit back, patting his chest gently. "Sit up, your coffee will get cold if you don't." Despite knowing who he was and what he could do, Liv hadn't quite put two and two together when it came to Johnny in his own domestic environment.
The storm had passed over fully some time before dawn, leaving the sky clear to paint itself in sun-drenched gold and red as the city woke up once again. The tenement was quiet, but one apartment, at least, held the sounds of someone up and about. Liv had slept surprisingly well given the circumstances of the night before, and woken up with a burning ambition to make coffee and breakfast for Johnny. He would obviously need it, she thought, after his exhausting day yesterday.
Carefully keeping her mind away from the curtailed conversation of the night before, she'd risen, not bothering to dress, and was now dancing around Johnny's kitchen singing along to the radio with her eyes closed, waiting for the coffee pot to do its thing.
Johnny had slept like the dead, exhausted from the day's events, so exhausted he'd practically passed out, hardly making a peep all night. It wasn't that Liv wasn't a distraction; it was just that he was so exhausted, he couldn't have kept his eyes open if he'd tried. Come morning, it wasn't the sunrise that had woken him, or the smell of coffee perking, but the sound of a woman's voice singing along to the radio, her voice crisp and clear and chipper.
Johnny rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he sat up in bed, stretching his arms over his head before climbing out of bed, realizing with a start that he was completely naked. How'd that happen" He tried to remember, his memory slow in returning as his brain slowly awoke. Oh my God, he thought, noticing the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, suddenly remembering that Liv had undressed him - all of him - before climbing into bed with him. He seemed to recall something else, too. Had she told him she loved him or had he dreamed that part"
There was only one way to find out and that was to ask the woman who was singing along with the radio in the kitchen, but not without his pants. He pulled a pair of boxers from his dresser and yanked them on over his legs, shoving a hand through his hair and yawning as he stepped out of the bedroom and shuffled toward the kitchen, not quite awake yet, and still a little worn out from his adventure the previous day.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder the sound of the coffee pot became as a strange counter-point to Liv's clear voice as she sang along to the radio still. She was utterly oblivious to his approach, eyes closed and hair flopping over her face, waving her hands in the air as she danced around, clearly in her own world. What was the phrase" Dance like no one's watching. Liv certainly was doing that this morning.
A smirk touched his lips as he arrived in the doorway to find her singing and dancing along with the radio in his kitchen while waiting for the coffee to perk. Instead of announcing his arrival, he took a lean in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest to quietly watch her boogie around the kitchen in just his shirt and a pair of her pink panties.
It was just as well she was oblivious for the time being. She'd not been this undressed with him before - at least, not when he was conscious. It was asking for one of those incandescent blushes to make an appearance. As the coffee perked, she stilled, nut-brown eyes opening to let her see what she was doing as her hands reached for cups, her back to the man watching her from the doorway.
Amused that she had yet to notice him, and thinking about all the things he could do if he had his sister's ability to turn invisible, he merely stood there watching her move about the kitchen, admiring the way she filled out his shirt, the hem just short enough that he got an occasional peek at her panties. He admired the way she moved, far more graceful than she gave herself credit for; the way her hair gently fell against her shoulders and back; the long, shapely legs that he couldn't help but imagine wrapped around his waist. Down, boy. You're gonna need a cold shower if you keep this up.
Coffee, black, as full on and undoctored as he was ....Liv remembered that detail very clearly, having learned it that last morning he'd been at her old apartment. Still with her back to him, she set Johnny's mug aside, her singing quieter now as she focused on her task, bending to fish a tray out of the cupboard in front of her.
Oh, a tray. He smirked. Was she planning on bringing him breakfast in bed" In that case, he should probably get back in bed. He pushed off his lean, backing into the hallway as quietly as he could, peeking his head around the corner to see what she was up to.
His kitchen hadn't been as unstocked as he'd told her, and a quick trip the afternoon before while he'd been out had added to it. With coffee on the tray, Liv opened up the fridge and pulled out a couple of bowls filled with natural yogurt and fresh fruit - strawberries, cubes of peach and mango, thin slices of apple. The bowls went onto the tray with the coffee cups, and Liv turned to rummage around for spoons, still blissfully unaware of her audience.
Worried she'd catch him and ruin her surprise, he backed away from the doorway and turned to creep back into the bedroom and climb into bed, keeping the boxers on, and hoping she'd think he was still sleeping. He pulled the blankets up over himself and settled himself on his side, closing his eyes and pretending to still be asleep, perking an ear to listen for her approach.
Tray in hand, she flicked the radio off, finally turning toward the door to make her way toward the bedroom. She came to a halt in the doorway, taking full advantage of the opportunity to watch him as he slept (or so she thought), still not quite able to believe that the superhero in the bed was hers.
Pulling herself together with a sharp intake of breath, she moved into the room, putting the tray down on the bedside table before crawling up onto the bed beside him. Her knuckles stroked tenderly down his cheek. "Johnny' Rise and shine, sweetheart."
Sweetheart, he thought. She called me sweetheart. He tried not to smile at the thought of that. Feigning sleep, he rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes, smiling up at her as she thought she awoke him. He feigned a small yawn and a soft sigh of breath, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face. "Morning, beautiful. What time is it?"
Beautiful. If her smile had been soft before, it was positively glowing at that unthinking compliment, and for once, he had a perfect view of the loving warmth in her eyes. There were no glasses to get in the way this morning; those were still in the living room. Liv had put her contacts in. "About half past eight, I think," she told him, leaning down to gently touch a kiss to his cheek. "I made you breakfast, I hope you don't mind."
He smiled at the show of affection, as well as her thoughtfulness. He couldn't remember when someone had made him breakfast in bed before, if ever, and his memory turned back to that fateful morning when they'd talked over coffee and toast in her kitchen while Lucy slept. "We have to stop meeting like this," he said, his smiling softening, blue eyes warm with affection.
"Oh, I hope not," was her unthinking, uncalculated reply, the tip of her nose stroking his affectionately before she moved to sit back, patting his chest gently. "Sit up, your coffee will get cold if you don't." Despite knowing who he was and what he could do, Liv hadn't quite put two and two together when it came to Johnny in his own domestic environment.