My new fic, yay! Once again, huge thanks to justkillingtimewhileiwait for all of her beta'ing help and idea bouncing! Hope you guys enjoy - let me know what you think!

Shuffling barefoot out of her bedroom, Erin frowned at the sight of Jay in her darkened kitchen. They had hit the gym after work, and she had thought they were lounging lazily that evening after exhausting their minds and bodies. Jay, however, seemed to have another idea.

"What are you doing?" she asked, running her fingers through her wet hair whilst roaming over her boyfriend's form appreciatively. He had changed into a pair of sweats which hung low on his hips, giving her a deliciously teasing view of the smallest strip of skin of his abdomen where his t-shirt was currently riding up.

"Your light was out," he replied without sparing her a glance.

Rounding the breakfast bar, Erin watched him balance carefully on the stepstool she kept in the hallway closet, head craned up as he stretched to change the light bulb of the corner spotlight.

"I know it was out," she replied, curling her hands around the cuffs of one of Jay's hoodies which were currently swamping her upper body, and crossing her arms loosely.

"Did you plan on ever changing it?" he asked dryly, interspersed with a quiet grunt as he struggled to swap out the lights; a sound that shouldn't send a bolt of pleasure through her but ultimately did.

"Yeah, at some point," Erin finally responded when he threw her a questioning look at her silence.

Jumping off the stepstool, Jay headed to the light switch to see if his handiwork had been a success. "Erin, you do know how to change a light bulb, right?"

Smacking his shoulder as he passed her, she scoffed indignantly at his comment. "Alright, smartass. I might not have had the most traditional upbringing but I do know how to change a lightbulb."

"Yeah? So why has this one been gathering dust? Pretty sure it's been out since the first time I visited you," he quipped, shooting her a beaming grin when the once-dead spotlight shone bright again.

Erin shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not really essential," she lied. They both knew the struggle of the dark corner of the kitchen early on a winter morning. It was where the coffee maker had lived before Jay had subtly rearranged her kitchen, most likely for that reason alone. Coffee was sacred to them both.

Approaching her with a smirk playing on his lips, Jay stopped only when he was toe-to-toe with her, arms trapping her against the counter as he reached around her to grip it on either side of her waist. "You can't reach, can you?"

Her lack of an immediate answer must have told him he was dead on, chuckling amusedly. "Shut up. It's not funny, Jay," she huffed with a small pout, shoving gently at his chest with a fist. It wasn't enough to make him move but it swayed him enough to seem like she had meant it.

"I know, I know," he replied, laughter in his words even as his smirk reformed into a tender smile. "It's actually really cute."

"I'll show you cute when you're sleeping alone for the the foreseeable future," Erin warned.

"You wouldn't," he challenged confidently, faltering only when she arched a brow at him to rethink his statement. "After changing your light bulb for you?"

Pretending to consider his words, she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "I guess you have your uses. Househusband," she added with a smirk to match his, lifting her arms to rest them over his shoulders.

"See? More than just a pretty face," he said arrogantly, boyish grin in place as he leaned in to capture her lips with his own in a chaste kiss.

"Hmm. Form and function," she murmured when he pulled back, repeating his words back at him before taking charge and pulling him into a quick, deep kiss. "Damn good function."

"Damn good form, too," Jay retorted, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her into him so she could feel exactly what he was alluding to.

Smirking slyly, Erin used her arms on his shoulders as leverage to raise up onto her tiptoes. "Prove it," she challenged him, the uncharacteristic squeal slipping from her lips as he gripped her hips to lift her up onto the counter silenced by his mouth on hers, already getting to work on doing as she commanded.